Avocation Poems - Poems about Avocation

...Adept Anglophone pines to learn Yiddish as a second language When alive colorful turns of phrases uttered courtesy my father or mother whose ability to describe a situation perfectly verbalized......

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...He captured childhood, never let it go, Sidestepped the potholes of “growing up” Never forgot that ice cream is better when shared Popsicles meant to be broken in two Throwing stones in the pond ......

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...Since English language my mother tongue, no surprise... etymology encurtains, encompasses, and encapsulates healthy fixation why I can spend countless hours engrossed with printed material cou......

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...May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life that have, for us, thus far accrued… and to begin each day with a word of thanks… and thoughts of gratitude. Today I’m once again th......

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...You bring me back to yesterday, You awaken a bond, Memories stream through me, I’m at the shore of a crashing sea. Gardening was his delight, He sojourned in that light, You dug through......

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...Fork git about spooner hiz ham And join (singing the words in the next paragraph) whether alone in a traffic jam basting, cooking, then eating a lamb prepared by thee missus a superb culinar......

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...Whatever is good is God. Whomever chooses to be bad is just evil So let the foul pollute himself. Whomever continues to lie let them lie bad liars must have good memories: Today, my avocation is......

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... Before ... I was a poetry writer, I was a little girl story-writer, though bullied- I became a life fighter, and found a release. With words there was total liberation, and wri......

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...her avocation ... cooking... now her vocation ... ~ farewell ... vacations......

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...walking the way of the freckle face boy one and only one verdict comes to mind nobody knows who is calling the shots various factions reluctant to spill the beans well things have a force of thei......

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...A child says “mama” in a crowded store Six young women turn their heads As do two older women Who have not heard “mama” in a long time “Mama” is an instinct, a calling, an avocation, a mission......

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...speculative fictional account courtesy yours truly interpretation impossible mission to surmount tooling topographic factors, solving quadratic equations, rubik's cube generally tantamount. ......

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...Art lives in my heart She whirls and twirls with happiness She wakes me up and puts a canvas in my hands Causing me to want to get up three hours earlier than I need to leave for work Art means......

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...I have an art studio in the back of my garage. It lures me in on a daily basis – hours before and after work. My hobby fills me with joy and satisfaction. I feel completed, validated, and beloved ......

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...His name was Tom, he was an engineer. This was not his calling, it is amazingly clear. He stumbled upon apples at a market one day. And he said “listen to me, right away!” There are lost apples......

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