Best Handwork Poems

My Environment is my only homely home
That I know. Plants and animals alike love this lovely home.
I love to sit and marvel at the beauties of our beautiful E nvironment,
To see rivers flow freely in the democracy of the environment,
Grass green and as fresh as...

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The sun now sheds tears,
Making the sky, less fenced
Inputting in me, strong hell
Harvesting on earth, ill sense

I was a snapping camera,
Now I am the major general
Making the problem my sitting throne
Housing with me, odious loans

I advise with great caption,
Making you believe my fake action,
And causing...

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my mouth munch with joy
the morsels flee my saucer
my mother's handwork...

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Hues change in an array of textures;
varied depth of colors
fill my vision.

Inviting renewed effort,
achievements feel possible.
God's handwork abounds..

Calming feelings envelop,
enscone my mind;
victory is assured.

Pungent odor of faith
fills nostrils, hungry
for the presence of God.

Horizons fill the sense,
spiritual and others,
feel the loving touch of God....

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Wreath twisted by handwork combined
A wreath with strands of holly and vine.
A seasonal sign the withy willow with blood beads red 
With branches by hand, a woven wreath design.
Wreath writhing wrists work wildly,
Wildly within a world worn worthy,  winter wanted,
And work-ed  wreath, to...

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Your Romantic eyes,so Alluring.
Your Nose,the Handwork of Nature.
Your Cheek,always with a Calid Glow.
Your Lips,a smooth Coaster-rolling 
Lickable bumbs,so inviting.
Your Charming Smile,like the Whispers 
of the Clouds,so Disarming.
Your Dentition,the Sparckle of the Stars,
only comparable to the Glitters of Gemstone.
Your Sonorous Voice,with the Velvety 
Garnishing,announcing its Uniqueness.
Your...

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AFRICA
Africa my continent, 
I idolize you,
But let’s forget about the past,
And focus on tomorrow, 
Let’s not be like the earthworm,
That you take,
You think that it does not know, 
Where it’s going,
But it returns to the, 
Ground.
We have the oceans and streams,
But we lack navies,
We need...

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Did you ever see a beautiful rainbow,
Away up in the sky above?
This masterpiece was sent to show,
God's wonderful promise of love.
Oh, the glorious radiant colors,
Coming through the bright sunshine,
Makes you know that over yonder,
Lives the master artist of all time.
This mighty handwork of God.
No human...

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Dedication
Handwork, practice
Makes you expert....

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As it is in heaven so is it in earth.
Our Father which is in heaven  Hallowed be thy name your kingdom come your will be done in earth
 as it is in heavens Welcome! There stand tall those words heavens speaking
 Whispered cry was...

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I don't have the strength to love you again 
Repeatedly I have had to stare at our memories 
I sleep and wake up everyday with a tear-stained face 
I have clinged to this sadness 
This sorrow and tears of losing you 
This is the fifth...

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A child that you are
Is the man that you become
From years of struggle
Wearing the robes of hope,
And drinking from the fountains of freedom

Freedom from ignorance
Built on years of pursuit
Of science and commerce.
Freedom from poverty
Through hard work and handwork 
In the scorching heat of the sun
And...

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Chorus:
Lord we thank you for the air we breathe
Lord we thank you for the food we eat
For your goodness and mercies
For love and unity
For friends and family
You’re the good life that we live

Verse 1:
Lord I thank you
For this moment I’m in now
I know I’m not...

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I’ve asked you for love, but my heart
Is a playground of pains like matchsticks & veld,
I’m a broken-pieced soul.
I prayed for success, instead all I see
Is them whammies in numbers of mega bus,
All tight up blocking every hole to breathe.

I asked for this dear life...

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Soul’s innate creative urge,
causes in heart, an upsurge,
creating in space, a rhythm,
throbbing in mind-body prism.

Entwined with the universe,
our mind then conjures a verse,
which ego claims as its own,
although seeds are by soul sown.

Attuned to love’s vibration,
unique is each creation,
penning patterns on paper,
the way we like...

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