Surfacing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She surfaced before me ready for the flash the pose of the picture I took a creature of the deep ...
Poems about school (51 Poems)
Her Papers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
More and more her papers are about her calling her sermons and her epistles to the churches, to the non-believers ...
Her Mustard Seed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It is there, deep in her young heart bearing fruits of faith, in our lives sharing the belief she has ...
Her Mustard Seed – revised (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It is there, deep in her young heart bearing fruits of faith, in our lives sharing the belief she has ...
IT DEPENDS (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
How will the case go How will we ever know It depends On the totality of the circumstances The best ...
The Ledges (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Eight silent canoes Pushed off onto the still waters At 2am on a July night. The full moon and stars ...
Chapters (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Moments, months, years Shards of my life Frozen in amber Untidy segments Frayed edges, dead ends Lost years A blank ...
Mrs. Foss (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Mom was at home Mrs. Foss was The vacation bible school teacher, The den mother, The class mother. They were ...
My Memo 1 Sucks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wow, I found a thesis sentence In my title above. A clear and concise position I can support Here, there, ...
Quiet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Quiet in the law school Late at night, after papers, exams Between time Late March, Early April Still halls Empty ...
Crosswalk (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Iterative, coding conventions Six month of our lives Spent casting and recasting The structure of the new environment To bring ...
Typist (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Early morning (or very late night) Carbon and ink eraser, with the bristles Before Whiteout The Corona clacked away Her ...
New Year (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Another school year and I'm out of place beyond graduation alien in my home, Where I lived for three years ...
In His Presence (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In His presence, at His feet longing to hear the master speak Aware of the power, authority, the words of ...
Handbell Notes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Watching them play Seeing their notes on the paper Sensing the fun in practice in hearing the sheet come alive ...
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 ...
With brutus in st. jo (Eugene Field Poem)
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
My playmates (Eugene Field Poem)
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool-- Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
What Fifty Said (Robert Frost Poem)
When I was young my teachers were the old. I gave up fire for form till I was cold. I ...
The Human Face (Paul Eluard Poem)
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
Mr. Eliot’s Sunday Morning Service (T. S. Eliot Poems)
Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars. The Jew of Malta. POLYPHILOPROGENITIVE The sapient sutlers of the Lord Drift ...
A Display Of Mackeral (Mark Doty Poem)
They lie in parallel rows, on ice, head to tail, each a foot of luminosity barred with black bands, which ...
Taken from men — this morning (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Taken from men -- this morning -- Carried by men today -- Met by the Gods with banners -- Who ...
Knows how to forget! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how Dull Hearts ...
It was given to me by the Gods (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It was given to me by the Gods -- When I was a little Girl -- They given us Presents ...
It don’t sound so terrible — quite — as it did (Emily Dickinson Poems)
It don't sound so terrible -- quite -- as it did -- I run it over -- "Dead", Brain, "Dead." ...
On such a night, or such a night, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its ...
I often passed the village (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I often passed the village When going home from school -- And wondered what they did there -- And why ...
When We Were Young (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
As a child I played in the same frosty fields barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates, whom we challenged ...