Ceramics Poems - Poems about Ceramics

...Years ago, in Budapest, I bought ceramic mugs As presents for my son and wife; They thanked me and gave hugs. The pottery was quite unique; I bought some for myself, Which sits there in my ki......

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...(19th century Tibetan Wangden rug) Primal Properties I look around at all the art I have collected An assortment of inherited, home made and bought, Ranging from African to Asian to Pe......

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...It was the last room, that she laid in; Warm to the touch, in that instant; In within the blink of an eye; she did flown, fled flied flown; unto the bosom of Our Lord; Room full of cer......

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...I had him reserved superb name Simply to awaken the flame: Grey Floyd proclaim “Never to fall” This saying in Reception Hall For Praised Artists’ Exhibition That should address Inhibition A cri......

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...She’s a switchblade, blackjack, Knuckle-duster dame. Got the proper block and tackle, Lash your rigging to the frame. She put the drill press to your taproot And the grindstone to your saber. G......

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...My thumb crushes the soft clay, pushing a single fingerprint into the malleable surface. I take the clay into my hands, rolling it into a ball, methodically wiping the surface with water. I jam my ......

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...How I love this time of year When Christmas markets beckon! All major cities have them And some small towns, too, I reckon. The festive booths display their wares, A lot of them hand-crafted, ......

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...It’s Marilyn’s birthday; in previous years We’d go out to dinner, at least. We’d each have an entrée and share a dessert, The closest, for us, to a feast. We didn’t trade gifts, but on “big one......

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...Konrad’s hoover hovers from wall to wall in the back room of his mind A partial vacuum once the power switch is on and all neurons are firing Time for a good clean up the curtains have been dra......

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...WASTELAND? ‘Waste not!’ is an admonition Scribed on wood, stone and ceramics Made an impossible mission By the second law of thermodynamics......

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...The Great Escape Perched on a rooftop terrace in glorious sunshine he watches ahead Floats on his sky looks inwards and ponders the magic path unravel ~ A J......

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...The Cup Of Life Filled to it's brim to seve the universe, Mighty, Portable and liftable for old and young, Carriable to toddlers even at it's brim, Affordable and costless mug. . Unavoidable to......

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...Bobby and Dot, are playing well together today. Without stomping and hiding till the other swells and mommy realizes, she has to break up a rumble, they’re fighting, cage ready display. What’s ......

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...Here in Minneapolis, In weather bright and cool, We crossed the Mississippi Then we headed to the school. Two students helped to guide us To the campus place for art, A museum by Frank Gehry......

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...I've tied my shoes, as I fold my hands to the completeness; Of the common area, walking on coals of fire; I combed my hair with every desire to refresh mys......

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