Best Workshop Poems

WORKSHOP POEM: GRAND TOUR TO FAIRYLAND


Sprinkled-rainbow clouds reign above the skies,
peeping yellow in-between wrinkled pillars 
shine like bulbs to crash the net of fog
attached to...

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A clutter of wood and dust and cobwebby corners,
And dappled sun shining through dirty windows;
On his work table a drawing; a project in progress,
And tin...

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Turning my back on typhoon skies, 
a pestilent past, I pitch my mistakes 
into a forgiving wind. Standing barefoot 
at the edge of apologies, 
coastal...

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LIFE WITH ITS OBSTACLES

It does become hard
It does has its obstacles
It will tackle you down
There will be challenges
There will be a big dark cloud
There will...

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An unseasonably warm November day
In my yard the unsuspecting children play
Left in my loving care with words unsaid
Unaware of the tears they would shed

Future's written,...

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The North Pole looks so pretty like a winter fairy land
It is Christmas Eve and everyone must lend a hand

Frosty the snowman is busy having...

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Jim was a lumberjack from Borehamwood
A chainsaw mishap took off his manhood
His Love life was a mess
He now suffers from stress
So he made himself one...

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Buried here is the weather man J. P. Blithing
Forgot his brolly and got struck by lightning

In this vault is the flat coffin of J.J. Stowler
Fell...

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Santa Claus’s Elves were dancing and singing
Beautiful gifts they were aptly bringing.
Warm fireplace heated the workshop cozy.
Red poinsettia the Christmas posy.

Melodic singing as angels got...

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Me cars down at the doctors ‘cause there’s trouble with the coil,
and somewhere I’m losing water so once or twice I’ve had it boil.
It needs...

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I open the book of time once more and again,
where pages are engraved in my mind;
the worn old pages-   all tattered and yellow,
oh,...

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How long did it take her to be free?

How long did it take
For the wingless dragonfly to finally open her heart to the world

How long...

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What’s up with Santa
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Into your Hideout


The ruins of my mind
The bombed out places so so unkind
Lost you in the haze of hells fire
Bombs making humanity expire

I have dreams...

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( while taking a tour through those poems readers are requested to keep in their hands,  a
feather from the pea-cock’s tail )

Volga - 1...

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