Saturday, May 03, 2008
you live too far away
When I think of you, our friendship
so deep, so rich in the moments,
when we saw each other daily,
shared a lunch, or a pint at the pub
I think, you live too far away
unable to transit the miles, the ocean
the great space between us
Wondering how your life has changed
what you have seen, experienced
back closer to home,
where you path has lead you
what mountains you have climbed
Here I am in my safe wonderful world
I wonder about the demons you face
in the work you do, memories you
are forced to face
so far away,
questions I cannot ask
May 3, 2008
so deep, so rich in the moments,
when we saw each other daily,
shared a lunch, or a pint at the pub
I think, you live too far away
unable to transit the miles, the ocean
the great space between us
Wondering how your life has changed
what you have seen, experienced
back closer to home,
where you path has lead you
what mountains you have climbed
Here I am in my safe wonderful world
I wonder about the demons you face
in the work you do, memories you
are forced to face
so far away,
questions I cannot ask
May 3, 2008
Labels: Family, friends, life, May, Miscellaneous, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Turning While Parked
The car, sport utility vehicle,
an amber flash of light, staccato,
turning left, while parked
engine off, flashing left
wipers on in the parking lot
pushing the constant late-April showers
no one in the car
I wonder what they were doing
to race into the store
turning while parked
I hope the curb gets out of the way
April 29, 2008
an amber flash of light, staccato,
turning left, while parked
engine off, flashing left
wipers on in the parking lot
pushing the constant late-April showers
no one in the car
I wonder what they were doing
to race into the store
turning while parked
I hope the curb gets out of the way
April 29, 2008
Labels: America, April, Family, Miscellaneous, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss
Shopping While Hungry
Yup, I did it again;
went shopping while hungry
I even stood at the deli counter,
contemplating whether or not
I should buy a bit, a taste
of Lebanon bologna and liverwurst,
maybe a bit of strong swiss,
a slice or two of dark pumpernickel
a pickle from a barrel
But I didn’t buy those,
for only I would eat them
or so I would guess
A salad would suffice,
rich, bright tastes,
dancing together
soon on my tongue,
after I finish these lines
Oh I went shopping hungry
and the bill was a bit larger;
but I got what I wanted,
not just what was on the list
April 29, 2008
went shopping while hungry
I even stood at the deli counter,
contemplating whether or not
I should buy a bit, a taste
of Lebanon bologna and liverwurst,
maybe a bit of strong swiss,
a slice or two of dark pumpernickel
a pickle from a barrel
But I didn’t buy those,
for only I would eat them
or so I would guess
A salad would suffice,
rich, bright tastes,
dancing together
soon on my tongue,
after I finish these lines
Oh I went shopping hungry
and the bill was a bit larger;
but I got what I wanted,
not just what was on the list
April 29, 2008
Labels: America, April, Family, Miscellaneous, Nature, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss, Ruth
Saturday, April 19, 2008
A Swimmer’s Hump
His most defining feature
a swimmer’s hump
years of the butterfly
practice after practice
supple muscle, an arch to his back
long after he left the water
April 19, 2008
a swimmer’s hump
years of the butterfly
practice after practice
supple muscle, an arch to his back
long after he left the water
April 19, 2008
Labels: April, butterflies, Miscellaneous, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss, water
A Flock of Turkeys
Up on the ridge line
the farthest part of the hill
a flock of turkeys
eating in the grass
Out of place,
in the city, unexpected
Wild things, outside
the urban jungle
catching my eye,
my attention driving along
April 19, 2008
the farthest part of the hill
a flock of turkeys
eating in the grass
Out of place,
in the city, unexpected
Wild things, outside
the urban jungle
catching my eye,
my attention driving along
April 19, 2008
Labels: April, Driving, eyes, grass, Miscellaneous, Nature, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss
For Affect Alone
He took a quick puff
as he walked along
headphones on, a quick puff
not really breathing in
for affect alone
the cigarette hung by his side
a foreign element, out of place
incongruous, trying to look cool
for affect alone
April 19, 2008
as he walked along
headphones on, a quick puff
not really breathing in
for affect alone
the cigarette hung by his side
a foreign element, out of place
incongruous, trying to look cool
for affect alone
April 19, 2008
Labels: America, April, Driving, Miscellaneous, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Life Without Limbs - update (first post 7/8/07) - on 20/20
I received the following email yesterday. I hope to watch, and I encourage you to also. See more on Nick at - http://www.lifewithoutllimbs.org/.
"Hello Friend, Nick Vujicic here!
Several days ago ABC’s 20/20 program interviewed me at my home here in Southern California. What a remarkable opportunity to share about Life Without Limb’s ministry and the impact that we are having upon thousands throughout the United States and the world!
The 20/20 broadcast will air this Friday, March 28th at 9:00pm PST/EST. (Check your local listings)
It is my greatest desire to faithfully share the life-changing, obstacle-overcoming, gospel message with as many people as I can. As a man with no arms or legs, my very testimony breaks down barriers to express the hope that can be found only in Jesus Christ.
The country of the United States needs this hope right now! Would you pray with me that God will use the 20/20 interview to stir up souls for the Kingdom? This is my first national interview on American television and the questions of the interviewer guided the conversation continually back to hope in Christ.
Here are some ways we can work together to make the most of this incredible opportunity:
1. Please pray that God will use the 20/20 interview to awaken souls to Him.
2. Please forward this e-mail to all of your friends.I am looking forward to hearing from you in the days to come.
May our Lord bless you and ignite His will in your life today!
In His service,
Nick Vujicic &
The LifeWithoutLimbs Team"
"Hello Friend, Nick Vujicic here!
Several days ago ABC’s 20/20 program interviewed me at my home here in Southern California. What a remarkable opportunity to share about Life Without Limb’s ministry and the impact that we are having upon thousands throughout the United States and the world!
The 20/20 broadcast will air this Friday, March 28th at 9:00pm PST/EST. (Check your local listings)
It is my greatest desire to faithfully share the life-changing, obstacle-overcoming, gospel message with as many people as I can. As a man with no arms or legs, my very testimony breaks down barriers to express the hope that can be found only in Jesus Christ.
The country of the United States needs this hope right now! Would you pray with me that God will use the 20/20 interview to stir up souls for the Kingdom? This is my first national interview on American television and the questions of the interviewer guided the conversation continually back to hope in Christ.
Here are some ways we can work together to make the most of this incredible opportunity:
1. Please pray that God will use the 20/20 interview to awaken souls to Him.
2. Please forward this e-mail to all of your friends.I am looking forward to hearing from you in the days to come.
May our Lord bless you and ignite His will in your life today!
In His service,
Nick Vujicic &
The LifeWithoutLimbs Team"
Labels: Christ, Faith, God, internet, Jesus, life, Links, March, Messiah, Methodist, Miscellaneous, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, prayer, Raymond A. Foss, savior
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Egg with Your Oxford
Omelet of egg, on the plate
on the fork, into his mouth,
not that last time
and it tasted so good . . .
and, no one was around
to see him break
the five-second rule
But, where was the egg?
Not on the dirty floor,
the plate, even his lap.
Nestled in the folds,
dripping ketchup,
at the bottom,
of the breast pocket,
of his dress oxford.
And the fork found it there
and into his mouth, finally,
Mmmm. Screw the five-second rule;
It was good.
March 7, 2008
a true story,
shared at the Agape Café
http://www.agapecafe.org/
on the fork, into his mouth,
not that last time
and it tasted so good . . .
and, no one was around
to see him break
the five-second rule
But, where was the egg?
Not on the dirty floor,
the plate, even his lap.
Nestled in the folds,
dripping ketchup,
at the bottom,
of the breast pocket,
of his dress oxford.
And the fork found it there
and into his mouth, finally,
Mmmm. Screw the five-second rule;
It was good.
March 7, 2008
a true story,
shared at the Agape Café
http://www.agapecafe.org/
Labels: Agape Cafe, Faith, Family, March, Methodist, Miscellaneous, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Weather Poetry - by one of the WMUR Meteorologists
Printed off the WMUR website (http://www.wmur.com/weather/index.html) 12/15/07 at 15:35
“A Sloppy Sunday Storm!
A major winter storm has marked New Hampshire for its path of wint’ry weather Sunday. Unlike Thursday’s storm, Arctic air will not be able to hold the day completely, and a mélange of nasty weather parfait will fall across the Granite State.”
“A Sloppy Sunday Storm!
A major winter storm has marked New Hampshire for its path of wint’ry weather Sunday. Unlike Thursday’s storm, Arctic air will not be able to hold the day completely, and a mélange of nasty weather parfait will fall across the Granite State.”
Labels: America, Miscellaneous, Nature, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss, winter
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Ruby Slippers
A pair of ruby slippers
sequined and well-worn
Old friends gingerly placed,
lovingly left for another day
I don’t know their owner;
but I have seen the smiles, the glee
I can imagine, from my own princesses
and their joy in dress-up
time when their wonder, magic
rubs off on me
Oh, I can imagine her so well
and the giggles that erupt
each time she slips them back on
January 22, 2008
sequined and well-worn
Old friends gingerly placed,
lovingly left for another day
I don’t know their owner;
but I have seen the smiles, the glee
I can imagine, from my own princesses
and their joy in dress-up
time when their wonder, magic
rubs off on me
Oh, I can imagine her so well
and the giggles that erupt
each time she slips them back on
January 22, 2008
Labels: America, Faith, Family, January, Methodist, Miscellaneous, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Babushka
She was walking on the sidewalk
just around the corner from home,
from her place here is the city
so much a woman of her place
her piece of history, in the old country
She was of that greatest generation
if that is what they call it in Budapest,
or Warsaw, or Moskva.
Scarf pulled tight against the familiar wind
apron tied, over the heavy dress
head down, watching her steps
thick sturdy shoes, a shuffling gait
an old worn coat
Living in the neighborhood
within the bubble of family and language
November 1, 2007 1:17pm
just around the corner from home,
from her place here is the city
so much a woman of her place
her piece of history, in the old country
She was of that greatest generation
if that is what they call it in Budapest,
or Warsaw, or Moskva.
Scarf pulled tight against the familiar wind
apron tied, over the heavy dress
head down, watching her steps
thick sturdy shoes, a shuffling gait
an old worn coat
Living in the neighborhood
within the bubble of family and language
November 1, 2007 1:17pm
Labels: Driving, Family, Miscellaneous, November, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss, wind
Black Velour
He sat quietly, patiently it seemed
wrapped in black velour
new purchase, or at least well maintained
Sitting, up on the box from his shopping
A sweat suit that never saw exercise
velour beret perched on his brow
covering his thinning hair
Waiting on the grassy margin
of the parking lot
What was he waiting for,
where was he going
wrapped in black velour
against the November cold
November 1, 2007 1:09pm
wrapped in black velour
new purchase, or at least well maintained
Sitting, up on the box from his shopping
A sweat suit that never saw exercise
velour beret perched on his brow
covering his thinning hair
Waiting on the grassy margin
of the parking lot
What was he waiting for,
where was he going
wrapped in black velour
against the November cold
November 1, 2007 1:09pm
Labels: Driving, Miscellaneous, November, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss
Monday, October 29, 2007
exploding neural pathways
random connection to long forgotten facts
scraps of thoughts deep within my consciousness
triggered by a word, a conversation,
music, talk on the radio,
the gust of wind this morning on the walk to school
with the girls, the whiff of smoke of a fall fire
in the fireplace, the smell of coffee, of food baking
the feel of a bit of bark, of the wet grounds in the trash
each a means of exploding neural pathways
of sudden burst of thought, or energy
weaving together that which was hidden deep down
with the instant now, the unique moment in the present
tying something in my unconscious, to long ago
to see the relationship of something today
with some deeper meaning, awareness
grasp of thought
October 29, 2007 1:17pm
I came across the text string “exploding neural pathways”
randomly via Google at the site:
http://toomuchinformationplease.blogspot.com/
(Too Much Information !!*@!: Yes).
The poem above came from my own thoughts on that phrase
scraps of thoughts deep within my consciousness
triggered by a word, a conversation,
music, talk on the radio,
the gust of wind this morning on the walk to school
with the girls, the whiff of smoke of a fall fire
in the fireplace, the smell of coffee, of food baking
the feel of a bit of bark, of the wet grounds in the trash
each a means of exploding neural pathways
of sudden burst of thought, or energy
weaving together that which was hidden deep down
with the instant now, the unique moment in the present
tying something in my unconscious, to long ago
to see the relationship of something today
with some deeper meaning, awareness
grasp of thought
October 29, 2007 1:17pm
I came across the text string “exploding neural pathways”
randomly via Google at the site:
http://toomuchinformationplease.blogspot.com/
(Too Much Information !!*@!: Yes).
The poem above came from my own thoughts on that phrase
Labels: fire, internet, Links, Miscellaneous, Nature, October, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss, schools, wind, Writing Poetry
Thursday, September 27, 2007
11,000 visits and 16,000 page views
As of this noon, there have been 11,000 visits and 16,000 page views, from people in all 50 states and 97 countries.
Labels: Miscellaneous, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss, Writing Poetry
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Wearing His Colors
I saw his head
coming through the crowd,
the throng of many colors.
A brightly colored, garish,
basketball as a hat, a wig,
a bold statement of loyalty, patriotism.
His country’s flag on his head,
his shirt, the tattoo on his arm.
Wearing his colors
for the world to see.
Go Brazil!
August 1, 2007 16:11
Atlanta Olympics, 1996
coming through the crowd,
the throng of many colors.
A brightly colored, garish,
basketball as a hat, a wig,
a bold statement of loyalty, patriotism.
His country’s flag on his head,
his shirt, the tattoo on his arm.
Wearing his colors
for the world to see.
Go Brazil!
August 1, 2007 16:11
Atlanta Olympics, 1996
Labels: America, August, Miscellaneous, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss
Monday, July 30, 2007
Crazy Horse - South Dakota
The Crazy Horse Memorial project, a real testament to perserverance and private philanthropy. Started in 1948 and still going strong. Located in Crazy Horse, South Dakota.
http://www.crazyhorse.org/
http://www.crazyhorse.org/
Labels: America, internet, Links, Miscellaneous, Nature, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss
Friday, July 27, 2007
Cobble Stones
Streets of stone
irregular, throw your ankle
streets, side streets,
fun streets, where
hidden treasures lie
in the middle of the city,
the old port,
where fishermen,
where captains tread;
Ancient whaling port
with stories in the stone streets.
July 26, 2007 10:15
irregular, throw your ankle
streets, side streets,
fun streets, where
hidden treasures lie
in the middle of the city,
the old port,
where fishermen,
where captains tread;
Ancient whaling port
with stories in the stone streets.
July 26, 2007 10:15
Labels: America, fisherman, July, Miscellaneous, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss, stone, treasure
Saturday, July 07, 2007
A Lucky Day
Three signs of completeness
holy perfection,
three sevens,
month, day, year
all aligned, all balances,
sevens across the board
What a wondrous moment
oh happy day
July 7, 2007
holy perfection,
three sevens,
month, day, year
all aligned, all balances,
sevens across the board
What a wondrous moment
oh happy day
July 7, 2007
Labels: July, Miscellaneous, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss
Friday, February 23, 2007
St. Lucia - Blog
See http://sainttlucia.blogspot.com/index.html
Another person's beautiful page about St. Lucia, where Ruth and I went for our honeymoon.
Another person's beautiful page about St. Lucia, where Ruth and I went for our honeymoon.
Labels: Family, honeymooon, internet, Links, Miscellaneous, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss, Ruth
Monday, February 19, 2007
Personality Type test - ENTP
| You Are An ENTP |
| The Visionary You are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression.You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything.Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off.You're very clever, but not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments. You would make a great entrpreneur, marketing executive, or actor. |
Labels: Faith, internet, Links, love, Miscellaneous, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss
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