Best Nailing Poems

Can't empty bowls be filled with rice each day?
Whatever ever age, gender, color, or creed
That mankind’s dire hunger be swept away,
Not by crumbs when wheatfields...

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MAUNDY THURSDAY

The Upper Room was hushed that night,
 	As frightened friends supped their last as one.
Shoving back the morrow
	When their leader would be gone.

This is...

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Dad gave me my first wood baseball bat
an Eddie Mathews signature model, 28 inches long
when I was 10 or 11 ('66 or '67)

shortly after he...

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I will never quite grasp the depth of your love and care,
For those around you, and for the world and its constant suffering
You understand more...

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MAUNDY THURSDAY

The Upper Room was hushed that night,
 	As frightened friends supped their last as one.
Shoving back the morrow
	When their leader would be gone.

This is...

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[Imagine this talk is coming from a Roman news reporter who is describing to a group of citizens on the town square wanting to know...

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II.
Allan seemed mad,”How can you even ask?!”
Sol said,”All right, let’s then get to the task.
Find any townspeople still somewhat hale,
then go get me ladders, some...

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Being Easter Sunday I thought I would post this poem again...…..

It’s happening right now on the town square,
I just came from there,
It was a terrible...

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??Wisdom of Solomon 13:11 KJVAAE??
[11]  Now a carpenter that felleth timber, after he hath sawn down a tree meet for the purpose, and taken...

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This June, our national football team
Is going to South Africa, for the World Cup
When we were told not to wear our team colours
I thought, ‘This...

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THE PASSION OF CHRIST
A Confrontational Poem by Atsu Adaletey

The Passion 
Of Christ 
Is a Mission
With Thirst

The Passion
Of Christ
Is a Vision
With a firm Decision

The passion of...

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I ask for answers to my problem around midday, carpenters nailing tables beyond their voices. Thinkers building fence of gold, wiping the devil under the...

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(autobiographical)


I was barely eight before mother died
When Gerald was happy and not as reduced
When he was the loved son
The child with a loving home.

From aunt...

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Artie Mac was a hero of mine
Singing songs most all of the time 
He would never just say Hello
He'd hit you with a greeting from...

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In the old days of covered wagons, they were part of the Old West
Called them "Smithy's" back then, don't see them around much anymore
Swinging a...

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