Best Crafts Poems

Life is a smile of a newborn in mother's arms

Arts and crafts of stained glass from grains of sand

Freedom of a chick on its very first flight

Love of a mother scurrying beside a young fawn

Float on a lotus pond in style of white swans

Lyrics of...

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Tina learnt to knit her own sweater
Instructions followed to the letter
Many stitch she did drop
Gave too many a strop
When made looked like been through a shredder

Next she wanted to learn to crochet
Make flowers tied into a bouquet
Got her yarn in a twist
Knots and ties would...

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Relaxing on a sunday afternoon
I love to paint and needlework quilts
I love to relax on my patio, to see the
fruits of my work and smile
I love to create and know, the people
Will love it so
I take the time to envision the work
To be sure every...

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This hunger artist cannot read 
volumes of printed material fast enough 
to satiate an immense appetite 
and unquenchable thirst 
to acquire learning from 
the millenniums gushing fount of 
cumulative chance revelations, 
(or deliberate intent to validate 
a premise vis a vis via 
private investigative research),...

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I mutter a curse
under my breath
and I spread my
sticky paper-mache fingers

And I irritatedly look 
over at Austin
sitting next to me
who purposely poured glue
on my hands

and is now laughing
hysterically

and I return the favor
although the teacher
caught me
this time

Then I flicked paint
onto his glasses
and he flicked some on...

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the sun
dips her wings
in Holy water
before she crafts
the scent of dawn...

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Finnest of art culture pure of glass

How would the rain rejoy or dance in flame

Color of nights bridge of the unknown

Roof of a kite keys to wine in do one feel the thunder

Laughter of first breath and turn of day of wake of each day

Can...

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On the first day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- (and...) a Jedi who'll make life truly free,
On the second day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- two cans of bolts (R2D2 & C3PO)
On the third day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to...

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Mediocre son (me) crafts letter to his papa

Impossible mission to escape end of life woe
visit courtesy grim reaper 
inevitable for every mortal,
whether he/she alive
yesterday, today or tomorrow
quintessentially senescence tabled
upended wrested status quo
belief, dogma, faith...
(i.e. Unitarian Universalism)
albeit atheistic to the core

mine temporal perspective yes and no
affects...

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The purpose of this exercise or test

Is to assess your own individual
limit's of excess 

And if you are 1 of the last standing
at the end

You are a shoe in for the job

After that there is a small case of
a swearing in welcoming ceremony 

Then your...

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Wheel by wheel in its craft
  of running...

 The rain falls and falls
 watering craft...

 Blows, the wind that blows
 its job of winding...

 How it sleeps the night
 in its craft of dreaming...

 The sheep jump and jump,
 in...

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Trying to piece together my past
Gluing together the fractured pieces
Hoping the memories will continue to last
Unlike the gaps existing in my mind

So come along together with me
And let's play arts and crafts
Distinguish the flashbacks I see
With what was really reality

Do I truly remember the words...

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Hammer and nails
And pine and paint,
Made by hands ...
Earns no complaint 

A roof and walls
Not much more,
A hole in the wall
Is my front door 

Put there for me
... A place to go,
Just to get out of
The rain and snow 

Home sweet home 
In a rustic...

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all senses under attack
stirred whirlwinds of exotic music
dance in tango heart and soul

aromas of patchouli myrrh and frankincense
have me floating six inches off the ground
trinkets from around the world
a mosaic oozing with mystique
exotic flair whispered in foreign dialects
cultures mingling at the market place

a mermaid chant...

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I went on a journey across the land,
until I got to the beach with it's golden sand.
I was not here for sandcastles and a splash
I've come to collect some more sea-glass.

Some of it is pretty and colourful, but I prefer the black
I want to get...

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