Worshipping God Now (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not in the heavens worshipping God now a slice of the future when we live in glory Your kingdom now ...
Poems about slice (31 Poems)
Out in the bramble (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Down the dusty, dirt road out in the bramble the fragrant moments of summer the fruit in its season Climbing ...
Shopping While Hungry (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Yup, I did it again; went shopping while hungry I even stood at the deli counter, contemplating whether or not ...
Shafts of Light (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Faint shafts of light falling down from the grey, milky sky ribbons of a lighter grey, almost white cutting through ...
Means of Grace (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are blind, too often to the means of grace the ways God makes himself visible to us, in the ...
Cutting Through the Tension (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh to take down, the Sword of Damocles, and cut the tension from the air, to slice the stress render ...
A Smile at the Kitchen Table (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There was a smile waiting for me on my arrival, taking a break a smile waiting for me at the ...
The Bow in the Sunny Sky (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We were blessed, by a singular sight after our time on the beach, at the picnic a slice of color, ...
In the Quiet of the Circle (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We sat around the living room a more casual gathering the small flock listening to the word, yes; but sharing ...
Turn of the Wheel (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
His foot on the pedal, turning the wheel, faster, faster spinning the clay, the potter molding me, shaping me creating ...
Comfort Food (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dinner after dinner, as the weather changed we enjoyed, were warmed, comforted by staples, meals we love, count on hearty ...
Meeting History (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Expectantly, asking where she was She was eight, at that point, in that year my long-dead ancestor alive again in ...
The Usual (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh it was fun to have a place where you could actually do it say, "I'll have the Usual" and ...
Capturing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Capturing an image on the pane of film burned by the shutter release aperture and speed snap, frozen really a ...
Warm Rain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She stood there still at the rail at the edge of our balcony our room in our slice of paradise ...
Fireworks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rockets red glare bombs bursting in air oh and the eardrums them too - bursting A night of fire and ...
The Bench-Legged Fyce (Eugene Field Poem)
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice. Some folks called him Sooner, ...
Mr. Apollinax (T. S. Eliot Poem)
WHEN Mr. Apollinax visited the United States His laughter tinkled among the teacups. I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure ...
Adolescence II (Rita Dove Poem)
Although it is night, I sit in the bathroom, waiting. Sweat prickles behind my knees, the baby-breasts are alert. Venetian ...
The Pig (Roald Dahl Poem)
In England once there lived a big And wonderfully clever pig. To everybody it was plain That Piggy had a ...
A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig And thought it very nice I think, because his empty Plate Was handed ...
Political nonsense (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I was saddened just to hear the bitter rancour in his voice, a sour hostility aloof of commonsense, and ranks ...
No further slice of me (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Enduring an inguinal hernia repair can drive you to despair, it is a monumental nonsense; in my defence I hadn't ...
Does your semen smell like camembert? (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Does your semen smell like camembert? It's just a thought I had today at lunch, I must have had the ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
A Wicker Basket (Robert Creeley Poem)
Comes the time when it's later and onto your table the headwaiter puts the bill, and very soon after rings ...
Phantasmagoria Canto I (The Trystyng ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
ONE winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, ...
The Walrus And The Carpenter (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Soliloquy Of The Spanish Cloister (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...