It’s a Talisman (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Statutory interpretation sparing over the meaning, the import of precision, of a bit of administrative law boiled down to the ...
Poems about process (47 Poems)
God’s Will (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
At the end of our prayer before our parting after the words, the request for wisdom that my mouth would ...
Worthy Snack (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Raspberry picking led to its own reward scratches, barbs, rash and burn all were a part of the process persistence ...
Self-Defeated (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
By committing acts of terror, by violating due process rights of those accused, held without trials, we are already defeated; ...
Her Achievement (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
For some, a piece of paper a momentary achievement for her, a different moment, importance to the day. A wall, ...
Justice Amidst the Process (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Hearing her words, her voice anguished, tired, spent, seeking justice, from her view unification with her babies, her grandchildren, caught ...
Like Job (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like Job, a righteous man we struggle to comprehend, to understand innocent suffering in this world and closer to home ...
Walking in Other Footsteps (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Other faiths, our traditions understanding them, spending time with them, lessons we can all learn we are walking, in their ...
Our Big Day (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All starched and primped we were quite a sight, marching into the courthouse hand in hand, we walked waiting to ...
No Call No Show (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A way of life, selfish, lack of respect oblivious to the consequences his disregard of the process his responsibilities, his ...
Our Highest Ideal (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like stars, he made the allusion, the metaphor of ideals that are beyond our grasp, eternally out of our reach, ...
We urge the legislature to act. (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
With these words, the majority opinion ends How sad, they are, how ignoble an assessment of failure on an awful ...
Three Mothers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They are all so different, so different, age, history, fate's pull on their lives their place in the world they ...
Another Step (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Another step on a long road to keep them safe, to build our family, one step at a time to ...
Kneading the Bread (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The bread of life a metaphor for the living Son but think of the elements the wheat, the leavening, water ...
Leaves in a Plane of Space (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A cluster of 4 leaves at the end of a branch in October New England easier for the mind to ...
Into Being (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Scribe, scrivener writing down what already is An agent of chemical process, fired synapses What every the mystery is Original ...
Actors (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Plaintiffs and defendants Appellant appellee Pleader, respondent Opposing counsel Judge and jury Actors on the stage Assigned roles Scripted lines ...
Sisyphean (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Studying for the Bar, Like Sisyphus of old - Pushing the same rock Up the same hill Day upon day ...
To Tag (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
To tag, or not to tag: that is the problem: Whether 'tis nobler in the whole to endure The slings ...
Green Copper (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Technically it is an oxidation a patina of green over the pure metal beneath some would argue a mere fact ...
Costs not Expenses (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A fine line in the sand of import to find balance of equities costs yes, expenses no parsing subtleties of ...
The Ear-Maker And The Mould-Mender (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHEN William went from home (a trader styled): Six months his better half he left with child, A simple, comely, ...
The Jubilee Sov’reign (Marriott Edgar Poems)
On Jubilee Day the Ramsbottoms Invited relations to tea, Including young Albert's grandmother- An awkward old . . party, was ...
This is a Blossom of the Brain — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
This is a Blossom of the Brain -- A small -- italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit ...
There are two Ripenings — one — of sight (Emily Dickinson Poem)
There are two Ripenings -- one -- of sight -- Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy ...
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning -- Lightning -- lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality. Maimed ...
He gave away his Life — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
He gave away his Life -- To Us -- Gigantic Sum -- A trifle -- in his own esteem -- ...
A full fed Rose on meals of Tint (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A full fed Rose on meals of Tint A Dinner for a Bee In process of the Noon became - ...
The spry Arms of the Wind (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone ...