So Who is this Nick Character (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So the sermon had a hook, so to speak; no, she hadn't said the sky was green. She said she ...
So the sermon had a hook, so to speak; no, she hadn't said the sky was green. She said she ...
There was symmetry, balance in the telling of the story around the fire of the connection of the four races ...
By the fire, crackling sparks, living flame, licked the wood dancing before the starlight before the pine forest, beyond the ...
A different walk now on Turtle Island, her people's name for this land of my ancestors too generations long past; ...
Told by her, in her language our story, of all people around the fire, in the circle The meaning within ...
The creatures of the air are the creatures of creation Birds, bats, flying squirrel, flying fish, cardinals, crow, pelican, penguin, ...
A small solitary island without television, phone without running water But it had the call of the loon the splash ...
That is what the bright neon sign read this bit of fun, this whimsy this place Leno would love to ...
She surfaced before me ready for the flash the pose of the picture I took a creature of the deep ...
THE turtle on yon withered bough, That lately mourned her murdered mate, Has found another comrade now-- Such changes all ...
He gave the solid rail a hateful kick. From far away there came an answering tick And then another tick. ...
My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove, When immelodious ...
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
So much of Heaven has gone from Earth That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints ...
Winter has a joy for me, While the Saviour's charms I read, Lowly, meek, from blemish free, In the snowdrop's ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
The elephant's trunk is for picking up pistachios: no need to bend over. The giraffe's neck is for grazing on ...
Nothing grows except the grass. Nothing leaps into sight except some stone and what the stone contains and protects. Here, ...
SO shuts the marigold her leaves At the departure of the sun; So from the honeysuckle sheaves The bee goes ...
Ophelia claims we're dead and gives me back all my Frank Zappa and the Mothers albums. I nearly claw out ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer, Scuds through the woods and fern with hark'ning ear, Perplext, in every ...
I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
Love and harmony combine, And round our souls entwine While thy branches mix with mine, And our roots together join. ...
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