Aprons Poems - Poems about Aprons

...Henry was not a good painter at all Until he channeled his Grandmother Gall She made him dress in an imaginative way Wearing her clothes and a hairbow gray Henry’s paintings were suddenly very ......

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...How can we conceal the idea of being a powerful race When the identity of our ancestors is right in our face We need to look in the mirror and see who we are The reflection that stares back shou......

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...Virtue inherited not born with The birth of prophecy created a new poem Knowledge a capers coin Hightower resurected a powerful force Bloodlines are like landmines watch your step Lopez connect......

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...NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS TO ME 9 HELPLESS PERSONS PERISHED MOST FROM NO AIR SMOKE FILLED THE BUILDINGS OTHER REACHING FIR HELP WHILE THE BLAZE CAUGHT ON THE PANELING PAISLEY DRAPES APRONS HOUSE DRESSES......

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...In secret temples, hidden from the sun A false faith gathers, deceit is done Gullible hearts, enslaved by design Treasures drained, with prophetic lies divine Their slogans echo, "Bring ye, bri......

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...A museum exhibit Showed 200 years Of clothing for women In varied careers. It also had items To wear in the home – The aprons and housecoats Not oft in a poem. The garters and girdles M......

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... To the legendary teacher I pay tribute For imparting live voices to the mute You paid gratitude To the multitude On the mountain top you stood And all the heads understood You never said ‘Nev......

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...Crafty Christine has a magical way with a sewing machine She is also great with crafts, she may be the queen She puts things together in a fun, fine way. Recipients of her gifts say “hip hip hoora......

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... As a child I was warned that if I looked at the light for too long it would send me blind and yet the stuttering flash and eerie blue light from an arc welder that crackled deep inside the......

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...I like leftovers, especially when it comes to soup. Brought back by popular demand. They say that soup is better after it sits for a few days. Stewing in its juices, mixing time with truths. ......

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...A hands-on workshop was such fun In Montreal today. We made real bagels, all from scratch In a yummy, local way. Our teacher made us feel at home (Makes sense - he lives there, too!) As, pat......

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... The year ends on saddest notes of crying, dying babies in Palestine and obstructed efforts to throw them a lifeline They ought to have long halted this ethnic cleansing of the indigenou......

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...Never in my lifetime have I seen, In any of the places I have been, So many who have an infinite supply of steam, Who to stir the pot are keen. Day or night they are to be seen, Discussing th......

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...The smell of French bread baking, seeps through the kitchen roof and the women wearing aprons of assorted colors and fine knitted hat kneading stiff dough in big pudding pans. They kept moving f......

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...Nobody know where it came from just that one very wet foggy day it emerged from some thick fog moving very slowly and alone It was blue but had a dark chimney that glittered like a bowl of ......

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