Renovating Poems - Poems about Renovating

...pounding grinding drilling sawdust plumbing scraps empty boxes strewn from bedroom to bathroom and everywhere in between ... a miner's shanty once propped up on timbers with no firm......

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...Date: December 2042 Early afternoon, Damian was Busy in his den planning the trip To Trinidad. He called CJ first To confirm his commitment to The project. "Hey brother you Still on for t......

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...Upon renovating, I stumbled upon A window that had been closed off For years, it was a strange place For a window to be positioned but I felt compelled to expose it So, I torn the covering down......

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...when it comes to renovating I'm definitely slapdash in fact it would be fair to say that I can be rather rash sanding bores me senseless and it's a job I try to shirk because I lack the patie......

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... "Nicholas Street Jail is a real place" The building is imposing, massive and fearful, built in 1862 as a jail and gallows for criminals; the conditions were inhumane and appalling, ......

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...Funny how faith found me, when you said you'd send for me Abundance, I heard, abound in the United States of America Travel was in my blood; warmed my heart that you filed for me Humbly I w......

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...Having a shower is relaxing, water gently falling, Soothing your naked body, but I nearly went sprawling, I was staying with Ricky and Robyn his wife, When an incident the most embarrassing in my ......

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...I nearly did not answer the door, for I did not recognize the man. But my peek hole is pretty good. As he turned to leave I spotted Peggy’s suitcase. I ran out there screaming for him to stop. H......

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...We drove in two separate cars a few miles along the ocean shore I am not afraid, life has been depressing, I just don’t care anymore We turn down a pebbled driveway, with lion statues guarding the ......

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...Grains of sand hiding small burrows; every tiny sand crabs, the Emerita Analoga needs its burrow. intense sunlight’s warm but has its dangers, even for a tiny crab’s skin. xiphosura......

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...I sigh through dear retirement of a beloved pastor. Ah, zeal of crossroads drove an interconnected strand. Oh,goodness, how my initiative has flustered. If we communicated then we would have bon......

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...The building is imposing, massive and fearful, built in 1862 as a jail and gallows for criminals; the conditions were inhumane and appalling, on top floor was death row with only one way out. I......

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...Larger than large, fostering the void, Rippled iron for the walls, roof and door, Above six-foot legs reaching up from the dirt, To cradle the woollen greased floor, With broken old memories ......

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...It’s a sad and sorry state to drive past every day, the little Baptist Church I once attended every Sunday. Weatherboards are flaking paint and spouting needs repair. The Cross is leaning at an an......

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...Once within recycling time lived brother Paraclete as sister Sophia, and vice versa. Written across each bicameral heart and mindbody these two live on as controlling Yang with nurturing Yin......

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