Puttering Poems - Poems about Puttering

...Fiddler met twiddler on his way to church fidgeting and diddling, their fingers in a lurch Fiddle-sticks and Fiddle-faddle stopped to watch and stare puttering and muttering, one day in autumn’s a......

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...Two birds like mischievous teens skipping, giggling as they cross the pumps, dodging car scenes through the oily and Oldsmobile dross. Scoundrels living loud in their little world chir......

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...sputtering poetry, the impotent poet tells me, she was “…puttering around Pittsburg.” potent poetry. perhaps, alluring alliteration potentially portends ......

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...Whatever happened to Seraphina?— precious doll of Caroline, a present for her seventh birthday in April, eighteen-eighty-nine. Her body was of softest cotten, her hands and face from china mad......

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...The only lesson I have learned is that everything was meant to burn . Leaving in it’s ashes the repeating rueful record that’s always stuck on one track. Puttering out th......

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...The house and barn have surrendered, burrowing under the loose dirt of the sun. Echoes run from house to barn, from barn to house, a ritornello hurried along on the skirts of the wind. Dust muf......

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...I miss the nuances of daily life while weeks are frozen in this quarantine. I miss the lost normalcy of my days in all aspects, obvious and unseen. I miss turning my head to read the spines of t......

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...Feeling very trapped Dungeon canary getting ready to be zapped Proceed down a level Only giving a quotable shovel Building a winning case In a better place Riding in a vehicle to transfer......

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...Impossible mission to pinpoint present such fleeting moment instantaneously spent according to yours truly i.e. this gent mind boggled, intrigued, stymied... courtesy unseen minute (mine hoot, m......

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...The house and barn have surrendered, burrowing under the loose dirt of the sun. Echoes run from house to barn, from barn to house, a ritornello hurried along on the skirts of the wind. In the r......

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..."FAKE" assertions unstoppably bandied with beef, (sans doughty deeds done dirt cheap) courtesy of commander in chief trumpeted as a way to backout, embarrassment analogous to the thief of Bag......

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...While Climbing the Rocks Through trees and rains and Lakes I have lived, but today I shall remember, Remember the child who climbed rock mountains, Shutting out the city sounds and, Music of ......

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...Cooped within ancient bodies, this inhabitant dwells amongst an elder net of crabby, crotchety, curmudgeonly claque of old folks, only a portion of population I met which achey, flaky, kooky m......

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...Mr. Stanley died today. His nurse had been puttering around in his room, straightening his bed clothes, taking his vital signs. He decided to let her have one more go at it. “Mr. Stanley,” sh......

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...Today I thought of thought itself, of all its joys and failings to be sure, but mostly of the wonder that they take me to, the countless things that open to my sight in ways that I had never se......

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