He Let Them Die (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We talk of the slaughter Herod's massacre of the innocents The same, in an earlier time, the rage of the ...
We talk of the slaughter Herod's massacre of the innocents The same, in an earlier time, the rage of the ...
Unlike yesterday, Christmas Day a more leisurely start, middle, and end of the day, at least so far Awake more ...
Other names from other scripture bended with the letter to the Colossians revealing a more human picture the man who ...
Hi, how are you, nice to see you, what brings you here, what are you getting from what the speakers ...
Mine, it is mine, give me what is mine. How often hear that, say that, whether in word or in ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
Recurring patterns Down a path Of life choices Knowing but Unchanging Holding on When I should let go Hanging in ...
Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about-- Wall within wall to shut fear out. ...
Over back where they speak of life as staying ('You couldn't call it living, for it ain't'), There was an ...
The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the ...
Henry the first, surnamed " Beauclare," Lost his only son William at sea, So when Henry died it were hard ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
At first she was sure it was just a bit of dried strawberry juice, or a fleck of her mother's ...
What is better than leaving a bar in the middle of the afternoon besides staying in it or not having ...
Dear love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme For reason, ...
I'd rather recollect a setting Than own a rising sun Though one is beautiful forgetting -- And true the other ...
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church -- I keep it, staying at Home -- With a Bobolink for a ...
When you thanked me for the day I felt ashamed, I couldn't say it wasn't much because it was for ...
Thank you Ambrose for the kitchen door ajar, a sign your friendship never closed on me, an amity extended from ...
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat, occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would ...
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of ...
It's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel that ...
( A Poem in Remembrance) Bhaskar Roy Barman Jimmy, a black, snub-nosed bitch, a jaw shoved out, your eyes throwing ...
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
The flag that hung half-mast today Seemed animate with being As if it knew for who it flew And will ...
"When I hit her on the head, it was good, and then I did it to her a couple of ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Staying at an inn where prostitutes are also sleeping-- bush clover and the moon. (Matsuo Basho)
© 2020 Inspirational Stories