Millenial (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
One thousand more of our best and brightest our nation's treasure, spent in the streets, in the dust of that ...
One thousand more of our best and brightest our nation's treasure, spent in the streets, in the dust of that ...
For some, a piece of paper a momentary achievement for her, a different moment, importance to the day. A wall, ...
His is the abject lesson, the proof in the seeing, the touching, the questioning the believing by his eyes, his ...
My eyes widened in opening the box Oh it was a meat lover's pizza Oh yes it was visible cholesterol ...
Mine, it is mine, give me what is mine. How often hear that, say that, whether in word or in ...
It was a great day, it was a lousy day to be in the academy She snarled, they barked at ...
a bite of bread, a taste of wine symbolic joining hearts and minds, spirits with the creator, sacrificially, sacramentally sharing ...
They heard His call through her Knowing she was asked, by the Creator to follow this path, at this time ...
Coming down the stairs from the office to the living room, dining room, kitchen descending into the cloud, the glorious ...
Is it the soup, or its making that soothes, bleeds stress, changes the mind, cutting through the cares of the ...
Missing the message, the real message He was teaching lost in their own thoughts, their own ambitions, rivalry their own ...
Down the sidewalk on the way to pick up the littlest after school three in the afternoon in early October ...
Their honks and squeaks called her, caused her she raised her head skyward from north to south they passed over ...
Wet red blooms catching the sunlight drinking in the color, overwhelm the senses rich smooth velvety red crimson flowers bursting ...
All starched and primped we were quite a sight, marching into the courthouse hand in hand, we walked waiting to ...
Surrounded by prickers, thorns tugging on my coat, my jeans lowering myself to the dark small fruit gathering in, berry ...
I rose to ask a question feeling unsure, a bit ill at ease like Bob Cratchett asking for coal or ...
Metaphors, images, concepts, pictures thoughts welled up spilled over washed over me from her words his words From the pulpit, ...
A little water, a little soil a little faith, a little toil a sense of wonder a heart of love ...
a cup of dark thick amber slides down my throat rich walnut brandy home made cure sure to give a ...
They called me rollman the herb and garlic sauce, just too good to leave on the plate that night in ...
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there the sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
He rose to speak of not one but the dance of two kings two men of different moment different weight ...
Land in the rough By design and by tradition. A sense of place. Stone wall and lake and meadow Wood ...
Each poem Blurted out Jotted down A plea A squib Of time, sense, place Captured and preserved Sent out Like ...
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
Life was simpler Before Offer Acceptance Revocation Time lapse Counter offer Silence as acceptance Acceptance as mirror image of offer ...
No Time To think, to plan, to dream, to be ready Reading slower as time goes on Words blur in ...
Did you see it, feel it did you stop and notice soak it in, taste it? I paused, scanned The ...
Every day that I fall asleep without you by my side feeling your warmth the smell of you the taste ...
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