Where is the thread
The need to be on point
Playing when I should be reading
Looking for more sources
When I have them in front of me
Taunting me in the unorganized pile
Dog eared and frayed
From carrying back and forth
Time to turn off the tube, stop striking
The keys writing this line
Pad and pen, highlighter and coffee
Starting again, to get the facts
Build the rule, the precedent
The authority to decide
What to say, what to write
In Memo 2.
Raymond A. Foss
October 23, 2001 10:37
(lamentations of a 1st semester law student)
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,700+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Saturday, April 10, 2004
Friday, April 09, 2004
Night Alone
Bright noisy streets
Unattached and watching
The jazz, the sass,
The Street, Bourbon
Late April
Thick with tourists
Easy marks
And their watchers
In the shadows
On the corner
Bump and grab
proposition
Takes all kinds
Shapes and colors
On the street
N.O. P.D. there but not
Edgy
Past midnight
Hum of the beat
Continues
Lingers
Smells and moods
Mix
In the dark
Away from the centers
Under the porches
Later still
Same and different
Slower darker
Safe on the street
Danger near
Old Absinthe
A trumpet wails
Without competition
Any more
Another drink
Another tip
Another scene surveyed
Last call
4 AM
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,700+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Unattached and watching
The jazz, the sass,
The Street, Bourbon
Late April
Thick with tourists
Easy marks
And their watchers
In the shadows
On the corner
Bump and grab
proposition
Takes all kinds
Shapes and colors
On the street
N.O. P.D. there but not
Edgy
Past midnight
Hum of the beat
Continues
Lingers
Smells and moods
Mix
In the dark
Away from the centers
Under the porches
Later still
Same and different
Slower darker
Safe on the street
Danger near
Old Absinthe
A trumpet wails
Without competition
Any more
Another drink
Another tip
Another scene surveyed
Last call
4 AM
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,700+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Thursday, April 08, 2004
Stranger
A stranger
Down the street
On the roof
No more
In the air – out in space
Tacked to the sky
Frozen for an instant
so I could see
Shock, disbelief
Run to where he fell
bent and broken, alone
Who is he, will he make it
Wondering -
no news
Driven to know, to hear
How he is, is he alone
Act of will, of submission,
Of service
Called me to the scene,
to his room
A mother’s son
Dealing with
another challenge,
another test
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,700+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Down the street
On the roof
No more
In the air – out in space
Tacked to the sky
Frozen for an instant
so I could see
Shock, disbelief
Run to where he fell
bent and broken, alone
Who is he, will he make it
Wondering -
no news
Driven to know, to hear
How he is, is he alone
Act of will, of submission,
Of service
Called me to the scene,
to his room
A mother’s son
Dealing with
another challenge,
another test
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,700+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
Closeup
My eye
catches,
notices
A small detail
A flower, berry, bug
Flake, fragment
Texture or color
drawn to it
Hold still
Buffer the breeze
Move in
Check the scene
through the lens
Lock arms
hold breath
Exhale just enough
Open the f-spot
angle for light
focus
Freeze
shoot
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,700+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
catches,
notices
A small detail
A flower, berry, bug
Flake, fragment
Texture or color
drawn to it
Hold still
Buffer the breeze
Move in
Check the scene
through the lens
Lock arms
hold breath
Exhale just enough
Open the f-spot
angle for light
focus
Freeze
shoot
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,700+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Monday, April 05, 2004
Two months on the air
Today marks two months for this site. I have posted 134 poems and 23 images so far, plus a link to a PowerPoint presentation and 34 other links.
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,700+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,700+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Sunday, April 04, 2004
Hold the Anchovies
Agent Ferman of the FBI
Came and looked me in the eye
Grabbed me from my house
I had to be as quiet as a mouse
I did not like it, not one bit
And then they made me sit and sit
I do not like Anchovies, a slimy fish
I do not like them in a dish
I do not like them on a pie
I do not see them in the sky
I do not want them here or there
I do not want them anywhere
And if you think six hours is fine
All that did was made me pine
For freedom from the illegal arrest
That made me confess under duress.
Suppress you must it is true
The Fourth Amendment says that too.
(a poem written about my moot court argument, spring semester 2002).
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,700+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Came and looked me in the eye
Grabbed me from my house
I had to be as quiet as a mouse
I did not like it, not one bit
And then they made me sit and sit
I do not like Anchovies, a slimy fish
I do not like them in a dish
I do not like them on a pie
I do not see them in the sky
I do not want them here or there
I do not want them anywhere
And if you think six hours is fine
All that did was made me pine
For freedom from the illegal arrest
That made me confess under duress.
Suppress you must it is true
The Fourth Amendment says that too.
(a poem written about my moot court argument, spring semester 2002).
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,700+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
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