Who Do You Say I Am (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What a question, what a test putting it on the line, with him right there in your face, after the ...
What a question, what a test putting it on the line, with him right there in your face, after the ...
The heat wrapped me hung heavy on my shoulders, my chest like a wet wool coat thrown on the hot ...
A wonderful concept dancing with God but are we ready for him to lead to guide us through life's passages ...
Imagery to convey Memory, feeling Mood, moment Smell, color, taste Kinship Wrapped in the words I choose To be evocative, ...
They made of me a May Pole Last night in the narthex, the entry Of our church, Free of chairs ...
On a floor of needles and leaves I sat in a cathedral of pine Five trees encircled my prayer Limbs ...
A hush fell over the congregation lights dimmed, cloaking us all A glow grew, pew by pew Candles clutched be ...
She sat beside me in the car a dark skirt a white, hand stitched blouse with bright Andean characters, dolls ...
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this river as a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain. ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
I speak to you across cities I speak to you across plains My mouth is upon your pillow Both faces ...
Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown ...
is what we called her. The story was that her father had thrown Drano at her which was probably true, ...
How many paltry foolish painted things, That now in coaches trouble every street, Shall be forgotten, whom no poet sings, ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
She wrapped a paper towel around his softened cock in what he thought was quaint affection, that was new, an ...
We wear scars from our youth, trifling things reflecting those earnings from growing days, of battles raised and wounds worn ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
He wrapped them carefully, neatly in costly green silk. Roses of ruby, lilies of pearl, violets of amethyst. As he ...
Know, Celia, since thou art so proud, 'Twas I that gave thee thy renown. Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Dead men are wisest, for they know How far the roots of flowers go, How long a seed must rot ...
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth, And laid them away in a box of gold; Where long ...
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup drawings ...
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