Best Tableware Poems

My auspicious Holiday Muse,
it has a hunger pang...
A pen which merrily sings of words,
joyously written in the heart
Honored friends and guests 
invited freely 
to a feast of thoughts

Etiquette tableware articulation
is succulently presented:

Romantic spooning
lovingly receives
a lip passion dipped
extra helping

Fork tongue behavior 
gracefully parse admonished ...
Moist apology...

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As I stand by the kitchen window I must say
My chin against my chest spent from working all day
Warm wet soapsuds adhere to my hands as I pray
Washing the seasoned tableware, running away
Unfasten thoughts of daily drudgery workday

An incredible tranquil moment sets at bay
As I...

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...dedicated to Billy Collins


We're standing on the Dining Table, 
Salt and Pepper by ourselves, 
Tablecloth is in the drier, 
Dinner Plates still on the shelves. 
Later on there'll be a banquet, 
fifteen guests, an all black-tie, 
candlelight and lots of flowers, 
supper time is drawing...

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We're sitting on the Dining Table, 
Salt and Pepper by ourselves, 
Tablecloth is in the drier, 
Dinner Plates still on the shelves. 

Later on there'll be a banquet, 
fifteen guests, and all black-tie, 
candlelight and lots of flowers, 
supper time is drawing nigh! 

Here she...

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We're sitting on the Dining Table, 
Salt and Pepper by ourselves, 
Tablecloth is in the drier, 
Dinner Plates still on the shelves. 

Later on there'll be a banquet, 
fifteen guests, and all black-tie, 
candlelight and lots of flowers, 
supper time is drawing nigh! 

Here she...

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Who taught the fish to swim,
in garden's pond.
Who paiinted the flower's gloriour colors,
showing them dances on the lawn.

Who captured fluffy clouds, 
and tied them in the air.
Who pasted the universe overhead,
shining on God's tableware.

Who made the fuzzy worm crawl this day,
on highways of wood.
Who spun...

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You've been hiding from me long enough
Now I'm willing to take with me
Anyone willing to go after you
To close the hate I have for you in a cup
Sweetened with my no
To polish my tableware clean

Baby, baby, maybe I was just a baby
Now I'm waiting for...

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Green, spruce tree with ornaments to spare
Turquoise lights gleam and brightly flare
Crimson stockings are bulging with a sweeter fare
Purple, velvet bows spliced on presents with care
Blue garlands hung de rigueure
Bronze crèche our faith to bare
Chartreuse curtains with glittering trim rim our festive lair
White, twinkling lights...

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Aware of my attention to her as well as my proximate presence, she went on in a steadily refined rhythm, neither upset nor uplifted, holding my slick sight at reducible ductility and scotching its sneak stretch. Synergic is the comfort of her tangible prandial posture,...

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Each night after the evening meal
there was never a discussion
as to who would wash the dishes
and who would do the drying up.
My mother was the washer,
my sister and I did the drying up.

Hot steam would rise from the sink 
before plates were plunged
deep in foam...

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You sit at the table, waiting;
Conjoined with fancy silk linen;
Golden tapestry tableware;
Customly so fitting

Welcome to the table
Come sit down sup wit Jesus

Walk down the altar Just As You Are;
Sin where are tapestries you wear;
You need not be ashamed how you fair;
Look not at what people...

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