Household Poems - Poems about Household

Jackson Pollock (1912 - 1956) They say a picture may paint a thousand words but I can't read what he wrote household paint poured onto a horizontal surface ain't what I call works of note splashed with no pre-planned end-result for art's sake to me does not art make known for his 'drip technique' yes he was a drip and no mistake yet a...

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There is a hut, I'm riding on a rut, I hope it does not rust, I don't need to be hasty, Where things can in a hurry, I am a bit blurry, I made it on the top of a cherry, You don't need to feel sorry, I saw something shiny, Soon, it will be rainy, I hope it is sunny, Until the water stream is...

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In my mind There lives a child Scared, trembling Wounds still bleeding Young one, I did not wish this fate on you But the world is cruel There is no safe place to hide They will always find you Young one, do not blame yourself You did not cause this Do not blame the world For you’ll grow bitter No one will love a bitter soul No...

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I. they say there exist languages without words without syllables yet pronounced, like the sharp clatter of fork and spoon and knife against each other at dinners in our family. a vase shattered to the floor last night at an hour way past our bedtime. sister and i know that only one room in the house is embellished with a vase on...

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If witches, Would wash dishes On continue to continue to clean the house Just what would become of the dead mouse Warlock staggering falls on the floor A drunken spirit consumes his soul It's Saturday. bath night Children trolls cleansed now sleeping right As the goblins prey, they say grool night Written By James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021...

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A complete and loving family enhances their spiritual life, serving the Lord together. They use sufficient time to strengthen the bond between parents and siblings before God....

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The spread of poverty and hunger is witnessed all over the world. Even in these trying times, God's heirs never worry, making use of their great privilege to pray to God for help....

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Since I've turned 3 quarters of a century old And have a hole in my heart I'm told Sitting on top of that a small tumor This definitely isn't a run away rumor I am old and slightly fat(well some say obese) Controlled diabetes on top of that Hypertension makes its mark Sometimes I even seem smart . Then...

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I want to rearrange rooms with you, Sipping steeped teas and coffee beans. Pondering an existential anamnesis; "The aloe should go here." I want to want little victories, Shape sovereign lands from the exigent patriarchy of our uncordial entente. Reap what worlds within worlds are ours from the wars of decor. Where the couch lives is where the war is won. Shrinking...

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THE HIPPOPOTOMOUSE A rare and dangerous species is the hippopotomouse If you get one in your attic Then you’d better leave your house....

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F-ather A-nd M-other I-nstruct L-ittle Y-oung Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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These i spy with my little eye tossed aside, two black-and-white die silver glinting of a spoon little green soldiers in a platoon things you forget around the house things i pick up, quiet as a mouse a pencil here, a postcard there pins and buttons to fill my lair and ever so softly during the night when the owl hoots and the moon...

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Mother carved a pumpkin head Boy, how it filled me with dread. Laughing, "it looks so real I said, It could be taken from the dead." I thought she'd smile, but instead I saw her flush, her face went red. I asked "where is father, still in bed ?" It was then that mother fled. Entry for BOO - Poetry Contest Sponsored by...

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?? Over there in the rural countryside where I'm at currently.... Gravel road, water and electrical woes are challenges daily.... Hardly any economic activities that bring in cash money.. Barring the staff in the usual government machinery... And those in some private enterprises and companies... The village folks are really poor and severely cash strapped... Saved those fortunate ones in the...

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Growing Up In A Christian Household My dad was such a FRAMER then that I oft just felt like a FARMER, No alternative routes accepted, no reasons other, Only their special Christian gospel that did mother, Slippy slimy slowness, a slave’s sleeve slipped in for sloth. 17/12/2015...

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