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Saturday, November 04, 2006

Snow Flurries

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There were snow flurries in the air today early for my liking, snow flurries coming in small singular spirals, falling through the air sp...

A Harsh Mirror

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For those who grab the spotlight sit in righteous judgment Casting the first stone against their fellow. A harsh mirror, from the carn...
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A Drive to Court

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Three together, down the road a sprint to a court date, saving at the end, of the journey second-hand smoke, nervous puffs of the cigare...

Justice Amidst the Process

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Hearing her words, her voice anguished, tired, spent, seeking justice, from her view unification with her babies, her grandchildren, cau...

Discovery

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How aptly named, is discovery, the information the case of the Division Page after page, a catalog of surprises, discoveries indeed Th...

A Wailing Choir

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Three young siren’s all peeling in pain, of their own making set off by a punishment an accounting for misbehavior a price to pay for t...

A Skim of Ice

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The red, red maple leaves festooned with pearls of ice tiny droplets frozen on the fallen the dying red leaves, this morning drink in th...

Singing in My Mind

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Up there, on stage, strumming, fingering the frets, the neck, the metal strings of an old friend, his guitar, along with his partner t...

Metal Doors

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A singular sound, a permanency, masculine certainty, sudden heavy, final, unrelenting the sound of authority, no free will no choices an...

Chicken Soup

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Is it the soup, or its making that soothes, bleeds stress, changes the mind, cutting through the cares of the day, warming the body, the...

The Stealth Roadie

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Where did he go, when did he spring into action set up the room, survey the scene the need for more chairs, additional food, light, mor...

Taste the Smell

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Coming down the stairs from the office to the living room, dining room, kitchen descending into the cloud, the glorious smell, mouth-wat...
Thursday, November 02, 2006

Waiting for the Wind

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a cluster of open milkweed pods brown flat seeds, a ball of cotton candy silk waiting for the wind, to catch the currents to fly like gos...

Our Story

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I told our story again, yesterday driving down the highway, with strangers sharing our story, of love, of courtship of finding belonging,...

Waiting for the Wind

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Following Her

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She was attached, joined with her Ready to follow where she lead Prepared to leave all she knew, all Who knew her, where she was from To...
Tuesday, October 31, 2006

I was a Hobo

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Newpaper smeared on my face over and over, to get the right five o’clock shadow a ripped gray sweatshirt hair up and sprayed, for just ...

They Couldn’t Wait

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Eager arms pulling mine, transferring the bag with the loot from one hand to another depending on which side of her little ballerina I w...

A Remorseful Stowaway

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Hanging on for dear life, even at thirty, she must have regretted her choice to perch on the edge of the window, of the van the spider o...

She was a #Bride #poem #Halloween #Princess #Ballerina

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A tiny bride, with a veil that was her mother’s when we wed White dress, white tights, black school shoes, her bouquet left in the car ...

Walking to the Courthouse

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Walking to the courthouse to make copies for a pending case no urgent brisk walk for arguments, for the challenge of court, a purposeful ...
Monday, October 30, 2006

The Hum of the Fan

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All is quiet in the house, girls asleep, slowing down the only sound my fingers clicking these words the purr of the computer fan, the fl...

The Colors of My Walks to School(s) - October 2006

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A February Sky

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Walking to the playground, yesterday afternoon after the change of the time on the clocks, fall back into winter, the darkness falling aro...
Sunday, October 29, 2006

Blood on the Lintels

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Blood shed in fulfillment, willingly spilled for us spread blood of the lamb Blood on the lintels, the threshold, the door frame, the e...

This Soul Cried Out

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As He is so want to do, the lectionary was blended sharing a deeper message, in the mixing of the words the healing of spirits, a momen...
Monday, October 23, 2006

Share the Wealth

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Sunday, October 22, 2006

Explaining Job

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We gathered, in a circle in the Parlor of the church gathering to study your word, the message in the lectionary, the lectionaries of the ...

Be Like Children

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Children were not privileged, they were the last, the bottom rung on the ladder of life in His day the last to receive, the first to go w...

You Don’t Understand

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Lips crimson with the blood of sacrifice - No they don’t understand the legacy they are asking to carry the call they claim to heed Drin...

Do More Than Dream

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We dream of a world without pain without poverty, without hunger we dream of a place for us in your kingdom what are we doing now to pu...

Arguing with God

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Wrestling with God, no that didn’t get Jacob too far just a pain in the hip he carried the rest of his days Same too of a righteous Job ...

Like Job

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Like Job, a righteous man we struggle to comprehend, to understand innocent suffering in this world and closer to home to process the me...

The Suffering of a Righteous Man

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May it take no more suffering of a righteous man for us to see the error of the ways, the loss in the coarseness of our land, the silver l...

He Giveth and Taketh Away

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The breath of life is the breath He sends infuses dust, flesh of all, and He alone takes that breath from dust to dust framed by the ...

A Ransom

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Like kidnap victims we are stolen from our Father but not by some unknown criminal, no we are taken from Him by our own choices, our ow...
Saturday, October 21, 2006

Hundreds of Stories

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In each of the people in the crowd, along the procession’s route, a different story, a story of where they are from why they were drawn...

Neighbors to Hell

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They were clustered together standing apart the ones who were there on the scene not by choice the ones who lived there neighbors to he...

My Brother

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He was there too, marching by, just ten feet from my spot beyond arm’s reach solemn, marching in his blues my brother taking his turn ...

Fallen

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Standing in the cold with those who knew you more those I know who wear the badge who fight the fight you fought being there for all of ...

Red Maple, White Clouds, Blue Sky

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All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All ri...

Final Sunflower of the Year

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All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All...

An Orange Maple

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All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All righ...
Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Fall Puddles

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Crisp hard brown sturdy oak leaves glistened in the small crisp pools after this morning’s rain, late fall puddles harvest pools of water...

Raw Air

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Cold, raw air Wet thick air enveloped me on the walk to school wrapped its arms around me chilled me to the quick huddled under the rai...
Tuesday, October 17, 2006

300 Million Americans as of today, and counting

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Monday, October 16, 2006

The Christ Candle

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In that holy place, on that Oh Holy Night we rose as a family, to the chancel rail into the chancel, to the Advent wreath reading the wor...

Christmas Pageants

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Small voices, raised to the rafters singing their hearts out in the familiar story the tale of the babe and his parents sharing his birth...

Washing His Blood

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In the little room, off the sanctuary, the space where worship supplies were kept, a stack of white linen tablecloths, communion cloths ...
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Sunday, October 15, 2006

Flowers Ablaze

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Down the sidewalk on the way to pick up the littlest after school three in the afternoon in early October low light comes between the ...

Marigold Monarchs

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Fidgety, shy, tremulous introverted royalty hide, run, burst to flight normally, as I approach with my predatory posture sudden motion ...

Pinned to the Door

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Pinned to the Door He looks so surprised amazed that he hangs there suspended in the vertical plane a flat brown bear, held in place m...

First Date … First Kiss

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Two years ago, anticipating the first meeting of our lips, after our easy conversation, small talk, after sitting by each other on your...

Red and Bzzz

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All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All r...

A Stitch in the Sky

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Above the tree line beside the silhouette of the dark church a contrail of a jet falling toward the horizon cut a scar through the fall s...

Southward - 10/14/06

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Southward Their honks and squeaks called her, caused her she raised her head skyward from north to south they passed over our line of ...

Matriarchs

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They sit, week on week, year on year, solitary matriarchs Hair of silver, grey, white, spun gold Stoic women, widows, stately clothed co...
Thursday, October 12, 2006

A Perfect Pink Rose

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Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Chiclet Teeth

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A Cheshire cat with chiclet teeth rectangular rows smiling grin all teeth, just as she is, each night after brushing See ...

Becoming part of the Earth

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Returning from whence it grew the scaled cap of last year’s acorn becoming part of the dirt, the soil the earth at the base of the mighty...

Being the Grease

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Finding a way, to get it all done to balance the interests, to get the access the hearing needed, to assuage concerns to meet basic needs...
Monday, October 09, 2006

Being as Little Children

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Wonder, amazement, at the littlest thing marvels in all of creation, faith, attachment in the sound of familiar voices, Voices of mother,...

Not by Our Works

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We are saved, not by works, not by our deeds By his love, his sacrifice by his taking our yoke, mankind’s burden on himself, while he w...

The First Shall Be Last

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They lined up on the far side the edge of the parking area, tires in the oak leaves I had brushed off their track They were ready to bur...
Sunday, October 08, 2006

Reaping the Whirlwind - v3

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Divine retribution, for false piety setting oneself as separate, as knowing God then choosing to do evil, a person, a people, a party, ...