Long Toolbox Poems

THE GRIM REAPER (JUST ANOTHER DAY AT THE OFFICE) 

The Grim Reaper; again awakens from another well-earned day of sleep
From within the bowels of this cavernous earth, from his cave, so deep

His cloak and scythe;...

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Father’s Day was coming and Dragon was already, in full mode.
Hubby was his Hero, a true Papa, like in every story ever told.
Everyone was talking about what’s, to be, their Papa’s Day gifts.
Yep, TV salesmanship...

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A thought, a memory, flashed across my mind this morning.                         ...

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Dear ......,

Its over, it's finished, I mean it - we're through!
I thought it was me but now know it was you.
I'm done with your lies, your greed, my fixation
insatiable urge that precedes degradation.

It's cost me...

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2/23/24

It's not in all the books we read
Souls put to sea
Continual butchery
They carry on crookedly
Trying to coat the truth with something sugary
Some know and don't care others never could agree
A never ending battle where evil...

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I make mistakes
No im not perfect
Made some decisions 
That i know were not worth it
I cried about certain things
That i knew could 
Help me for the good
I tried to do things on my own
Not realizing...

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A day in my life
I thought to help the wife
I got the vacuum out
A little run about
I plugged it in the wall
Odd, no sound at all
It must have blown a fuse
So I undid all the...

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Coach Dad

It is a magic time when a child ventures
Into the world, spreading wings,
Beginning the oft painful process
of moving from the nest to the sky.

And it is a fragile time, where first experiences
Weigh heavily on...

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Enthusiasm is a sharp blade in our toolbox of genuine stories.
The box embroidered with desire and filled with emotions you learned before thinking
to raise your right hand 
and give your answer an
honest try.

A want
to be...

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I’m talking to you. 
Can’t you hear me?
I’m standing with you. 
Can’t you see me? 
I’m giving you my heart. 
Can’t  you feel it?
Why do you shrink away from my touch?
What is so wrong...

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In the first instance under the engine chassis,
Battling complex automobile designs in heat,
Struggles to displays sleek lines in tops delight,
Prayers from bystanders so the car never restarts.

Pay this one for pedestrians joy could serve for...

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It was a cloudy sky
Drizzle had just stopped softly
On this enchanting evening, I was lined lucky
As there was an ugly beggar who deserved care, swiftly

I stopped my car before that hotel
where sometime I used to...

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Finding myself alone after so many years.
I learned that I was somewhere that I didn't want to be.
I needed to step up and conquer my fears.
If I didn't, I would never be free.

At first, I...

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Architects
-Walter Rossman

In these ruins, a peculiar place
within the rubble, sanctity abounds here
and stand you will, straight, respectful
as you see the shattered idols of a previous people
erased.
one finds an engraved tablet
rustic yet visible enough
sees one, in...

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The Toolbox
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*Image of The Old Shed by Pixabay.

Still Here

He was the tourist trade foremost embellisher,
               his Aloha shirts receptive then, and
 ...

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In that cheerful house room,
                Everything  ok, by the air and the floor ...
     ...

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He walked up from the lake
Throwing open the door of the glorious day
Like a smiling OB-GYN snapping off his gloves
With a toolbox in hand
Delivered to my dad the good news.

“I’m certain this new ignition will...

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'Twas the night before Christmas in my freezing flat
I‘m snuggled up on the sofa stroking my pussycat.
When all of a sudden there’s a knock at the door -
there’s a guy dressed in red, I’ve seen...

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At the 5:00 whistle
When the sunset in late November
Is less light and more molten
Like a blast-furnace window
Glowing above the highway home

Goo spilling from its sparkling ladle
Bent
At the off-ramp’s arthritic elbow

The city smolders
Under
The backs and braces...

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Joanne’s first husband treated her like a queen.
He was handy with a toolbox, and built her a fabulous salon.
I was in high school when she asked for a Cinderella stairway.
So the girls who were trying...

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It’s shearing time again
My husband has to go
Back to the boards again
To make us all some dough.

He walks out the front door
Lets out a quiet moan
And gathers up his cutters
Tool box & his wide combs.

The...

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Sweet morning sunshine --
Damn you how I
despise this labor
that lies ahead.

The cousin of Grizzly Adams’
patiently waits with the
ancient white pickup truck
he ran me over with while I slept.

Off we go with the toolbox
dancing in the...

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In you, my father's tools lie,
You house his tools of labour,
I look into you and sigh, 
 You still stand even though my father has gone beyond the harbour, 
I look at you and remember...

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The Butcher Block / Toolbox
(Today, I expunge all thoughts on kitchen knives)
Written: by Tom Wright
7-12-2016

With a paring knife would you butcher a cow?
Bet my sweetie would if you showed her how.
While I, in thought, would...

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