Attack On The Ad-Man (Arthur Seymour John Tessimond Poems)
This trumpeter of nothingness, employedTo keep our reason dull and null and void.This man of wind and froth and flux ...
Poems about whimsy (17 Poems)
I am sorry it is winter now (Osip Emilevich Mandelstam Poems)
I am sorry it is winter now,And you can't hear mosquitoes in the house,But you reminded yourselfOf the frivolous straw.The ...
“I am sorry it is winter now” (Osip Emilevich Mandelstam Poems)
I am sorry it is winter now,And you can't hear mosquitoes in the house,But you reminded yourselfOf the frivolous straw.The ...
Attack On The Ad-Man (A.S.J. Tessimond Poems)
This trumpeter of nothingness, employedTo keep our reason dull and null and void.This man of wind and froth and flux ...
The Passionate Poet (Frank Morton Poems)
I dearly long -- perhaps you've learned The process, and will let me know it --To stop a fierce and ...
God May be a Woman – v2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Thinking more deeply and a bit of whimsy nature and wonder power and nurture thinking about multi-tasking and the proficiency ...
God May be a Woman (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Thinking more deeply and a bit of whimsy thinking about multi-tasking and the proficiency of man Thinking about the trinity ...
Finding Treasures (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A smile coming on their face a stranger remembering a time, a place something that catches their eye a special ...
A Year in Words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A poem a day, for the past year flowing from the keys I press, the pen, the paper, the gift ...
Marelli’s Fruit and Real Estate (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
That is what the bright neon sign read this bit of fun, this whimsy this place Leno would love to ...
Sausage (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Forget the frank, Give me the Fenway sausage. Lansdowne or Yawkey, Just give me the street, the crowds, the carts. ...
Another barbeque tonight (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It rained throughout the night, a truly welcome sound that eases sleep although we barely slept - we were distressed ...
Attack On The Ad-Man (A. S. J. Tessimond Poems)
This trumpeter of nothingness, employed To keep our reason dull and null and void. This man of wind and froth ...
The Ghosts (Robert William Service Poems)
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalized his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of ...
Civic Centre (for Kathryn) (Jennifer Reeser Poems)
Moscow ballet at seven in the evening. You look at everything. You lay your cheek against my shoulder, smoothing down ...
Bombay (John Matthew Poems)
In your bosom we wake up with fear, In your sky there's only unending tears, You always roar, but within, ...
Rhymes for Gloriana (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
I. THE DOLL UPON THE TOPMOST BOUGH This doll upon the topmost bough, This playmate-gift, in Christmas dress, Was taken ...