A Hot Breakfast (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They, whoever they are, say you should eat a good hot breakfast I don't think they had this in mind ...
They, whoever they are, say you should eat a good hot breakfast I don't think they had this in mind ...
What must she have thought, when she reached into my jeans pocket before laundry and found a muskrat paw I ...
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My neighbor was a biker, a pusher, a dog and wife beater. In bad dreams I killed him and once, ...
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
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It rained throughout the night, a truly welcome sound that eases sleep although we barely slept - we were distressed ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
it gets run over by a van. you find it at the side of the road and bury it. you ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or ...
The Baker's Tale They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice-- They roused him with mustard and cress-- They ...
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Whenas-(I love that "whenas" word- It shows I am a poet, too,) Q. Horace Flaccus gaily stirred The welkin with ...
I'm buried now; I've done with life; I've done with hate, revenge and strife; I've done with joy, and hope ...
A closed window looks down on a dirty courtyard, and black people call across or scream or walk across defying ...
Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert) while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knew ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his ...
IN wood and wild, ye warbling throng, Your heavy loss deplore; Now, half extinct your powers of song, Sweet Echo ...
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