Ross Poems - Poems about Ross

Ross, the book reader was full of ideas for more books. Many called him elf man, I called him Crazy Crooks. His job was to read all day and entertain the night life. Regaling us with interesting stories...Read the rest...

trees and barns painted mountains and ponds added in picture comes alive...Read the rest...

The missus unflagging crocheting efforts as Betsy Ross incarnate With needle in hand incorporating love in every single crochet stitch that's my wife tad more'n a quarter century ago then newlywed to yours truly slowly, magically but inexorably transforming skein of yarn into...Read the rest...

Some become a boss And it is an achieved loss, Their misconducts much gross, No more touching of Christ’s Cross! Some become a boss And it hits their moss: Travelers by mysterious force, Often wanting to run a course. Yes, some emerge a...Read the rest...

Phoebe Buffay Plays her guitar every day She often sings ‘Smelly cat’ Sadly her voice is very flat Ross Geller Is quite a nerdy feller He said Rachel’s name when he got wed His bride Emily probably wished him dead! Ross and...Read the rest...

Grief; Stages 1 & 2: “Bargaining and Denial” Maybe I should offer up a sacrificial lamb Or simply look the other way and just not give a damn. Perhaps it’s best to squeeze the odds; trust...Read the rest...

(1942-1995) when my husband was sick with cancer i spent every moment by his side one memory i cherish dearly happened late one night when we came across a series of the joy of painting episodes in spite of the late...Read the rest...

a grassy knoll no a sunny space a quiet Storm just a sample of a blade of grass As well a sample of a purple flower lived live from the place of her physical rest ...Read the rest...

It's not your conversation That keeps me entertained But rather the way you look at me That makes me feel sustained It's the curve of your lips And the curl of your hair T'is all of the little things That makes me...Read the rest...

To the Redcoats Betsy Ross lied. “It is not a flag!” she decried. “I'm due at a wedding and all of this threading will be a new gown for the bride!” “But it isn't just one little dress,” with nose growing...Read the rest...

Nature has a delicate way toward softening the mighty blow. "Bob Ross & Trees" extends as a delicate potrait as the basis toward the piece. Each of us has a unique encounter in having are names up...Read the rest...

Her life turned upside down, endless chorus of tears, jilted she hoped he would stop in the name of love. What was once endless love was now songs full of fears. Her baby love left her lost like...Read the rest...

Ross holidayed as a kid once at Center Parcs, Where he first played the sport of table tennis, And he loved it so much ‘cos he was so good, That a member of staff remarked...Read the rest...

“A ONE MS. M. ROSS” I’ve written her before but there has been no response. I wrote her a second time and again, there was no response. she opens and never replies. she’s a basketball fan...Read the rest...

I just started reading or should I say re-reading a book by the late, great poet Kenneth Koch. It's called "I Never Told Anybody" and it's all about teaching poetry in a nursing home. It's really good. One of the poets who...Read the rest...