Best Workbench Poems

Oh beautiful birth control, how wonderful you play, 
You bring so much joy to my life.
You’re like my religion, I can embrace everyone, 
Especially my neighbour’s blonde wife.

Every morning after, I fall, fall from grace off my bed, 
Fall right onto my knees and pray.
I...

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his tired eyes yet sparkled with the love of his craft
a love steeped in awe and fear of its impact
the hunched shoulders hovered o'er each stroke of his pen
a quill dipped in an inkwell lined with holy men

frayed ritual fringes swaying this way and that
humming...

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Wings are eyelids.
A mind can be left aside on a workbench
while the brain teaches the sky to sleep.

Mother lives in a jar in an old curiosity shop.
Father enters the world bringing extinct words
he has found in the future.

Your child is not yours; it is a...

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I have some favorite tools I use,
Whenever I ply my trade, 
From the hammer in my leather pouch, 
To the retractable cutting blade.

I also love the spanners I have, 
One metric, the other in inch,
When I use them to tighten to my car,
The small electric...

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He waited 
Under fluorescent lighting
The kind that highlighted
His salt and pepper hair
It was almost 5:30
Quitting time 
But he didn’t have to worry about that anymore
Today was his last day
The people in the office took him out to lunch
Had a round of drinks
Opened a few cards
Hugged...

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Simon was a happy elf
Who always wore a smile
One of Santa's best elves
Willing to go the extra mile.

With trousers of green, tunic red
And a bright yellow bobble hat
Simon whistled a happy tune
While at his workbench he sat.

Answering letters to Santa
From all the girls and boys
Stamping...

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"Father does not see the mournful sad tears,
        that fall on a mossy stone;
              O, my broken heart bleeds."

And I recall running into your open...

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"Iffin I woulda, iffin ONLY I coulda, WELL
some think I shoulda, that I misunderstooda
cause my brains made of wooda!" said Pinocchio.
"A toy's life's sublime without thought of  rhyme 
we dances ta  chimes , we've plenty of  time 
an alway in our ...

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A wizened little old man hunkered over his bench.
Gnarled hands wielded screwdriver, hammer and wrench.
Hung on the walls of his shop, all types of clocks were arrayed.
He'd been a clock maker for decades - he was master of his trade.

His quaint little shop was set...

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Late at night I hear the monkey’s laughing in the jungle
They are burning an effigy 
And they find it more than amusing
They find it comforting.
They built it out of broken dreams and green cards.
It was no accident that they built it
The moon and the tides...

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He drops the tailgate on that old GMC truck
using it as a makeshift workbench
He tinkers with an old icemaker 
determined to bring it back to it's former glory
He whistles an old country tune as he works with contentment
His screwdriver slips and the melody is broken
He...

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Echoes of wonder streaking lightening from the clouds above
Transcending, ascending and descending in ways that defile the norms and laws of mankind
Beautiful moments that caress anew purely, initiating continual healing of broken pieces of hearts together
Floating, flashing and striking across the footprints of the dust...

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"This Old Elf" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "This Old Man".

This old elf,
He built toys.
He built toys for girls and boys.
With a great big hammer
And a great big wrench
He built toys at his workbench!

Bonus activity: Ask children if they can think...

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I used to like to go up into the attic when I was a  young child. I was alone up there, away from authority, able to explore that dark quiet world at my leisure. My cousin Corky, he was 10 years older than me...

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"Father does not see the mournful sad tears,
that fall on a mossy stone;
O, my broken heart weeps.

And I recall running into your open arms a little girl innocent,
      you were the first man I loved, and will always be special;
the...

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