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Buttering Poems - Poems about Buttering

Premium Member New Beginning
...Christmas yet a month away, our five year old already buttering-up the spirit -- just in case God don't hear it, he runs gifts by dad and mom, is beginning to sense a sleigh connection -- ......

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Categories: buttering, christmas, love, parents, peace,
Form: Free verse
Impending
...Moments become wet steppingstone over a stream of consciousness. At breakfast, a TV delivers omens with a perky disposition. Buttering grilled bread, distracted by normality, slipping through th......

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Categories: buttering, poetry,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member toast and bread
...bread yeasty delicious mixing rising baking soft loaf hard sliced toasting browning buttering tasty warm toast......

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Categories: buttering, food,
Form: Diamante
Premium Member Last Fight Part 1
... When Marjorie Boyd and Tania Evans spotted each other on the first day of primary school, it was like a chemical reaction went off in their brains, compelling them to attack each other. Mrs B......

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Categories: buttering, childhood, growing up, truth,
Form: Free verse
The Phone Call
.../em>Over breakfast, pouring coffee, buttering toast, the phone rings, I answer. It is her sister, she's weeping --- father dead. Looking across the table at her, I recall last night, restless......

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Categories: buttering, poetry,
Form: Free verse



Billions Fall from My Eyes
... One great thing - is essentially - like any other great thing. They all fly from the same center, not an anatomical space, not a specific thingness, but one revealed goldmine overpouring. ......

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Categories: buttering, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Where Do I Belong
...too long i have longed for the feeling of belonging each day i struggle to merely get up in the morning boiling the kettle buttering the bread oh how i wish i was somewhere......

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Categories: buttering, anxiety, confusion, loneliness, mental
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Growing Up In the Sixties
...As a young teen I sadly confess, I dreamt of becoming an actress. A class assignment drew me to Warner's in D.C., where I brushed up against black history.. I stumbled into a meeting of the NAACP......

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Categories: buttering, high school, history,
Form: Light Verse
Captain Hindsight
...Calling Captain Hindsight, where the heck are you? The table booked for one-fifteen and now it’s ten-past-two, The waiting staff are anxious, they want me to move on, Their patience was exhausted ......

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Categories: buttering, confusion, england, inspiration, leadership,
Form: Rhyme
Smiling With a Simile
...What is a word That is one two Wait shouldn't that be too i want to get bitter sweet turns to better sorry just buttering you up a wasp came before four bees making mistakes at the back of the......

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Categories: buttering, poetry,
Form: Free verse
We Need To Think For Ourselves Part Two
...Yes! As faithful followers of Jesus Christ only His redemptive love is able to cancel out The Critical Race Theory! The Black Lives Matter movement was opposed to the All Lives Matter movement. They ......

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Categories: buttering, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Ho Hum
...Raining again, paper, pen, switch on the kettle, sigh again. Bread in the toaster, egg in the pan, Dear sir or Madam, I don't think I can write this missive, explaining circumstance, it's too ne......

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Categories: buttering, loss, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member When Dad Made Breakfast
...When dad made breakfast, he always fried lots of bacon, crackling and popping in the pan, It scented the air, juicy and crisp, always beckoning. Then, he piled the dark gnarled strands on a pla......

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Categories: buttering, dad, family, father, food,
Form: Narrative
The Phone Call
...Over breakfast, pouring coffee, buttering toast, the phone rings - I answer. Her sister, she's weeping --- father dead. Looking across the table at her, I recall last night, her restless words......

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Categories: buttering, poetry,
Form: Free verse
My River Thames
...The place where your butterflies flitter free in the meadow, licking the ambulant stream, the dew from life's vessels, perspirant milk of purity honey- Bursting from out of the seams. The ......

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Categories: buttering, allegory, angel, april,
Form: Rhyme

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