Buttering Poems - Poems about Buttering

.../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......Read the rest...

... 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. ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...They came toward me as a snotty group of two Sniveling and snarling Complaining I could tell they had already been picking My innards out of my chest before I arrived I listened to them But d......Read the rest...

...stars still shine a wonderful labor unnoticed especially in winter when cold folds us old trees still grow though moss mutilates and branches bend squirrels leap for the joy of le......Read the rest...

...Croissant making Bread baking Yeast slaking Crust caking Bread Potato Pumpernickel Whole wheat Enriched white Bread The smell of it You will have a fit Fresh from the oven Your Grand......Read the rest...

...Jack's Somber Notes jack fiddles life away on his thumbs the little digits beating like drums over loaf he brow buttering skid row from his jam he's awaits for crumbs connie pachecho 2/7......Read the rest...