Carver Poems - Poems about Carver

I leave today’s blessing in George Washington Carver’s hands After all he said it best… so in Mr. Carver’s words: May we all blessed to understand “How far we go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant of the weak and the strong. Because someday...

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I know I’ve used this George Washington Carver quote before… but I believe we can’t hear these words enough… especially when we look our on a world where, for so many, times are tough… Eventually when these words might find their way into our hearts we’ll see everyone as our sister and our brother and we’ll look out on a world where...

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peanut tasty times in breads, coffee and cakes hundreds of uses for this crop I thank God for George Washington Carver he invented peanut butter a peanut connoisseur Georgia farmer peanut...

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We were all having trouble carving our pumpkins this year. Me and my relatives, were not able to do it without a tear. Cutting up our hands in a variety of ways, one slice at a time. You need the witch carver, I was told at half past nine. I called her up and made an appointment for six...

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The Trial. Arthur, Sammy, Davis, Junior, Stevie Wonder, Bob, Mick, Sue, Carver. You are being charged with the partial demolition of a listed building. Endangering the life of one, Mavis Stepney. How do you plead. Not guilty, your Honour. I see you are defending yourself, is this wise, or is it the case no other Lawyer will...

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God or Science, the skeptics say, Science is God, no need to pray. Through it, we can all knowledge gain, No need for God’s help to explain. This fallacy of idle minds creates a false dichotomy. Without God’s ken science is blind, yields speculations of all kinds. A humble man, with brilliant mind A scientist and world-renowned. Yet every day he knelt and prayed, God,...

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He was a bold color artist, painting bright pigments of rose blossom pink, tangerine treats and peacock waves, just right; occasionally working in pen and ink. He was a brave thinker and his artwork palette bore whispers of daring thoughts. Had he sculpted; no doubt, his mallet would’ve recorded ladies exposed ladies...double knots! His work reflecting sensual curves, suggestive of bright...

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Peanut butter on waffles on pancakes on crackers Thank you George Washington Carver! Peanut butter on a spoon as a snack, quick and tasty. Peanut butter on bread on graham crackers on biscuits Thank you George Washington Carver! Peanut butter with Miracle Whip and Lettuce as a sandwich. Peanut butter pie Peanut butter brownies Peanut butter just being peanut butter. Thank you George Washington Carver!...

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I am not the famous one. But my pain was equal to his. He became Chekhov. I became Alfie. The meanness of the streets that spawned us made him a literary oak, while I became the hollow man, looking both outward and inward for substance not yet there. His legend established, his journey ended. My mediocrity lingers long,...

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I am a wood carver by instinct and intuition; I am not a wood carver by trade or profession. I carve the likenesses of things into something whole, Into the shapeless wood, I carve the essence of its soul. Olive wood is my medium by propensity and choice, When I carve, the wood sings and gives me a voice. Years of...

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What lies beneath the crooked bridge, Some say it is nothing but the wind, Others know it is not, They are the ones that have been skinned. Yes the wind does howl, With a noise so intense, Like a freight trains whistle, So very immense. They say don’t venture, Around the bridge at night, Or you might meet the carver, When the moon so...

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