Smells of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Freshly tilled soil, rot on the forest floor chocolate bubbling on the stove Gardenias, violets, garlic breath Sulphur of the ...
Freshly tilled soil, rot on the forest floor chocolate bubbling on the stove Gardenias, violets, garlic breath Sulphur of the ...
Rich memories flood with scents cascades of moments of family and fun wrapped in the smells of our lives May ...
Fragrance to match pallets of colors thrown together on the mouse ears of the petals bright smells intoxicating in their ...
a simple, elegant scene framed out the kitchen window a load of wash hung in the still August air drying ...
My wife shared with me new candles votives to replace those used up Suddenly I was six, maybe eight certainly ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
Clenched knuckles On my steering wheel A red light above me A black pickup - A wall before me No ...
Crisp air Ripe fruit Heavy on the bough. Cool in the hand. Filling my bag. Snap of a McIntosh Tart ...
Bright noisy streets Unattached and watching The jazz, the sass, The Street, Bourbon Late April Thick with tourists Easy marks ...
Photographs Forgotten, unseen Burst into view Rekindling old memories Moments of time Places smells moods shadows conjured up life through ...
Slide, fall into the realm the inky stillness after restless days Wake, fitfully Scraps of memory or Technicolor show Prescience ...
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices, And in your tresses you shall twine ...
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
Now that they've got it settled whose I be, I'm going to tell them something they won't like: They've got ...
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
The flock of pigeons rises over the roof, and just beyond them, the shimmering asphalt fields gather their dull colored ...
What is better than leaving a bar in the middle of the afternoon besides staying in it or not having ...
Shall I get drunk or cut myself a piece of cake, a pasty Syrian with a few words of English ...
Not, exactly, green: closer to bronze preserved in kind brine, something retrieved from a Greco-Roman wreck, patinated and oddly muscular. ...
I like to hear of wealth and gold, And El Doradoes in their glory; I like for silks and satins ...
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your ...
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your ...
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged ...
The Ekka institution bares us all, though call it Exhibition, Royal Queensland Show, it's that time of year when you ...
Does your semen smell like camembert? It's just a thought I had today at lunch, I must have had the ...
ACROSS the shimmering meadows-- Ah, when he came to me! In the spring-time, In the night-time, In the starlight, Beneath ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
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