Long Plot of ground Poems

“Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent's Narrow Room”
by William Wordsworth

Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels;
Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his...

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O This little piece of earthly paradise alas is finally mine

This little piece of my very own garden of Eden
carefully preserved in it's natural state has not
yet managed to become defiled by mortal man
and yet...

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What’s In The Urn

Strangers offered me to join them in a drink
I met them on a mountain edge while skiing
They seemed like friendly normal people then
So what could happen in a simple cabin?

Finding that which...

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The two rulers were King Ahab and Queen Jezebel
from the city Jezreel, in the land of Israel.
A vineyard owned by another man in the city
became a very coveted piece of property.
This is a plot of...

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COMING HOME
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

I Was Just a Teenage, Yet I’ll Not Forget That Day
When We Were Notified That My Brother Was an MIA
That Chilling Notice Was to Play Hard on Our Lives
A Long Lasting Memory...

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Two sons of God, who equal were stood on their plots of ground
in Heaven’s splendid landscape waiting their turn to go down.
Both men had sketched a million times the mansion they had planned
to build there...

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(Prov. 3: 5, 6 / Jer. 10: 23 / 1 Cor. 10: 12, 13)



While Driving Down A Winding Road
On A Day So Humid–Hot
Out of The Way and To The Side
I Glimpsed A Half-Hid Spot …

I...

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My mind freezes as a birdbath
on a chill winter night,
It cracks like glass, soon dissolves
in sun-drenching midday light.
A thought of my winter parting
completely clouds my sight,
Like morning-frosted window's veil
gives an obstructed view,
I can't hear songbirds...

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AN ANGEL CAME FOR MOTHER

An angel came for Mother, she’s on another shore,
And you know you will miss her till you see her once more.
The memories will come often as your life will go on;
You’ll...

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Dwell not, O soul, on yesterday, 
  on sorrows past and gone -
the sketch you drew so long ago, 
  today may be redrawn.
Dwell not upon tomorrow's wars, 
  nor borrow from...

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I stand on this plot of ground
thinking about my life
the good I have done the bad I have done
the love I have created the hate that I stirred
My autobiography is filled with happy moments
painful moments
The...

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Monuments all around
our plot bare ground.
You used to be my best friend.
Now
I’m left with nothing
to shelter me from the wind.
You say times of loss,
the wounds that wont mend.
A lock box for your heart,
no chance the...

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Quite far away under a plot of ground
Some old, decaying bones can there be found--
That’s all that’s left except the memories.
The days are lonely now since I don’t hear
From this departed one so close and...

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I'm afraid that your child needs multiple surgeries, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson
  (Holding back tears): Doctor, what are the odds that our Jessica will survive?
Well, if we can schedule everything back-to-back-to-back, then excellent
 ...

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When the moon is blocked by gray clouds,
A lone woman visits the graves,
She wears a black dress like a shroud.

She speaks, but her words are not loud,
She whispers and calls them by name,
When the moon...

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A fecund and well-tended plot of ground, 
the sonnet is a stage, a sacred place 
where thought and things aesthetic interlace, 
where all that charms the senses may be found. 
Delights of sight, propinquity and...

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Several times in my life, Death has held my hand
and led me toward the graves of the dead.
                 ...

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