Best Aproned Poems

There it stands, desolate and alone
That roofless shell where the winds
Still whisper of the past
When  scampering children's squeals
 And wheeling seabirds' cries
Rose thinly through...

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Twelve rounds of excitement
Two rivals smiling in the middle of enchantment

The bell rang...
Both fighters were wild
Two rough hands still mild
The bell rang again -- end...

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The “Smithy”
Written: By Tom Wright
4/28/04


The anvil’s peal breaches the mid day air,
and his four pound hammer fettles the shoe.
At the forge’s cinders in thought I...

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Painter paints with a brush and hooded mind.
Dentist extracts, injects with a pointed mind.
Mind of cacophony is what a singer has.
Orator hails, evading a faux...

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In Dickensian time 
Upon sunset hour
Overshadowing Thames
Is London Tower
Blackened cobble streets
Shimmer in the rain
Big Ben at Westminster
Chimes an eight bells refrain

At Euston Station
A passenger alights
On...

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Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each 
Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's  abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each 
day was lengthy...

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RETURN TO NEIGHBORHOOD III

Where kids had the run-o’-the-place
Noisy
Dirty
Smelly brats
In-and-out
Everywhere!
Like a shot!
There was imagination.
Games ad lib
A terrible    wonderful use of neighborhood
An awful ...

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Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each 
Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's  abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each 
day was lengthy...

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Once in Home Depot
I was in the lighting aisle,
when a horde of aproned workers
descended down from a quarter mile 
With hundreds of cartons of bulbs,
They...

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Unrelenting blitzkrieg deadly
assault upon psyche
pounded defenseless
vulnerable mindscape accustomed
to shelter within aproned crease
mama proffered manna, especially

when untethered meek docile lad
subjected to blistering hellfire
infamous hoodlums wantonly unleashed
verbal...

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In my old age 
I thought I’d have such yarns to tell,
of derring-do when I was hale and hearty.
Looking back, I wonder now just what...

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the beast detests the prince of pomposity.
the chin upturned. each blackened strand of hair

in place with grease. his too white smile released
to aproned maids —...

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Juniper blended with the richness of Mohagany 
as the well soaped Maidens accompliced 
in the impness of Dawn.
A strong coffee poulticed a hint of Cinnamon,...

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What are you looking for?
he asked me.
He was sweet.
Concerned.
Wearing a red apron,
amused when he caught
me staring at him.

I am looking for life, I said,
And I...

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It’s a boy thing
the clickety-clack, clickety-clack
of a train along its tracks 
all manner of boys
from diapered toddler 
to arthritic codger
from suited gent 
to aproned chef
the...

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