Buttoning Poems - Poems about Buttoning

...Where was I? unusual. behind the dizzying looking glass, cement block, panelled windows, noonish saloons sipping my loathing like mosquitoes milking stone veins consti......

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...Lost dexterity since fingers tap away at qwerty keyboard... since being a student in grade, junior and high school analogous to geometry proof how lack of use proves quite aware that finger musc......

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...petite rhinestone buttons from the forties buttoning up the back of a size zero blouse it appears to be chiffon, sheer, classy, chic Old Hollywood glamour, but who can wear it? No one in this fam......

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...Within the hurricane report, Of which I just heard snatches, A person on the radio said, “Button down the hatches!” So many people get things wrong When idioms are used And it is understandab......

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...Today I met with my daughter to swim.We finished at eleven oclock.I drove to a place near the airport named Sandys for her first ever thanksgiving buffet. She used to be located at the actual airpo......

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...If I close my eyes I can almost smell the flowers buttoning into summer with a vibrant petal stir Walking through the lane I own a sweet review of all the roses that once hugged my fence ......

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...The sunlight broke the silence of the glass To serenade the silhouette within. That time of day when swallowed doubts slip in Like uninvited guests, She gazes out the window After buttoning her ......

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... All the doggies are looking eager, there's a breeze blowing up Even the older ones are feeling perky, just like they are a pup All snouts are at the door jambs they all know there is breeze ......

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...#FAREWELL, BROTHER by Hannah Rain Lowering him down upon his curved back, On silky blue sheets, all pleated and tacked, A pillow they stuffed beneath his cold head, And combed his gray hair, ......

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...Young visitors to his grave at Pere Lachaise wonder why an old chick like me gets up on his tomb- stone which is littered with wine bottles stuck with flowers and written upon with loving g......

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...I’ve been asked why I would keep it, Why I don’t throw it away, This big box of fancy buttons. They are of no use today. In these days of fast and furious, Zippers are the way to go. When al......

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...A cold drop of rainwater fell on my eye, Awakening me from a deep sleep; I felt *****: "Hope my freckles haven't faded, For summer's come and gone; T......

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...Every brick in the cell has a date and a time, Ingrained in a blood red script; Countdown markers of a history of mine, Symbols of pain in a crypt. I came and I saw, or the other way round, ......

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