Renovation Poems - Poems about Renovation

frenzied mud dauber porch railings are no longer we are the killers he bores hole in post angry about the railings what will they call home will he sound alarm will army wasps come to fight dejected he leaves...

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Drills are buzzing, hammers banging; Men on ladders, tool kits hanging. Renovation’s going on and Waiting is the key. Dumpster’s filling, scraps are flying; Things look messy, no denying. Renovation’s taking place For an eternity. Lights are dangling, tarps are blowing; Lists to finish just keep growing. Renovation’s in the works and Not the place to be. Quite a job the crew is facing; So much that...

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The House was featured, celebrities put on hard hats posed with sledge hammers. It was said that the old structure had ‘good bones’. What it did have were walled-in nocturnal whispers and a resident paranoia that stubbornly failed to lessen. Interior decorators re-imagined rustic hues with a bohemian chic. Rooms were staged yet beneath the contemporary the old retold its history. Much of the house was to be renovated pastel and...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces" ...

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Yesterday I saw my worn out sole The blue shoe has been housed in a bag of dust for long I packed it like an old gift And followed the path to the cobbler But times have changed Mr old lanky cobbler no longer mend soles 'I have a new calling', he told me...

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"Renovation After A Narcissist" (Sometimes a vagrant sneaks past the security of one's heart. When they are discovered, they must be made to depart. First, beef up security with more guards put in place, Then thoroughly disinfect until there is no trace!) Now that I have recognised the toxin in my life, Living in my heart causing me stress and strife, Disinfection...

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My cooker's in the living room My fridge is in there too There's dust on all my furniture And I cant use my loo There's workmen tramping in and out I'm not allowed to lock my door The workmen must have access From 8 am till four They're drilling in my bathroom I cant hear my TV I just wish they'd go away Cos I really...

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I'm getting up and sitting down. And I'm getting up again. I'm turning CHANGE around. Who has the authority to say Yes or no. Maybe gave me TOMORROW. WHO sign their name on that line? I'm changing pace. I'm packing up the worries. I'm racking in the cash. Life has given me a better bed of Blue roses. Renovating fiercely, plucking up The weeds. Fixing...

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We’re all hurled Into the midst, A perfect world Does not exist. Taught to hate, Doomed to die. Our death rate Has soared sky-high. We can escape, Begin the climb. Build to reshape Free from crime. Help to offset Push and shove. Do not forget How to love....

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The old house whispers Return me to yesteryear Reveal my Secrets...

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Moon beams Taken in arrest House walls Screaming create Spaces Just right Throwing mocked Candle light (Spare Moment)...

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RENOVATION "A battle against yourself is the thorns on a rose." ~Miranda Lambert I walk Head held high Through a low valley Searching … seeking … fighting… Myself~ I am the sand That buries my feet Deeper With every step I take I...

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It was a sign, Hung on heaven's gate, I know, I saw it, It'd just be my fate What happened? The angels all on vacation? The Heavenly Father at the beach? Is this what bible school taught me? That God is temporarily out of reach? Guess I'll just hang around, No bargain- basement shopping for me, I like cool surroundings, Not blistering heat, that's key,... I gotta look...

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I. Not a pseudo thug turned rapper, Or a pseudo rapper turned poet Nor a pseudo intellectual turned advocate. Simply a front-running, pack moving, sacrificial mind-molder: A father with good intentions. II. A forgotten piece on a forgotten puzzle, An onslaught aiming at injustice, And yet the last of a dying breed. Mere canvas color, Combined to make portraits come alive. I coalesce the abstract...

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