Short Aprons Poems

Strength and harmony
Wooden tools and spotless aprons
Good will  as old as time

By Robb A. Kopp
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youngsters in aprons
swishing vivid colors for
finger paints gallery



submitted on October 5, 2018 for contest THE PAINT MOVER(S) sponsored by ANTHONY SLAUSEN...

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Constantly she toils 
in the darkness of the heaving sea
gathering treasures into her aprons deep;
twice a day she knocks, panting,
at the shoreline’s wide stretching door,
and scatters her abundant gifts
for vagabonds like me to reap.

Copyright, October 24, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson...

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-Poetry Soup Kitchen-

Grab your aprons and spoon
Today we will not think of the stars and the moon,

Open your eyes, be grateful for all we have
Together we can paint the world
In any which way we desire

Let's give, live and celebrate the New Year
Poetry Soup Style
Happy New Year 
2015


By:PD...

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hot and sweltering  
         pink lemonade popsicles drip
               
lemon sweet drops
on crisp linen aprons
                                         
burning               
with anticipation                                        
     cool sensations                                             
          satisfy deeply ~...

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I use to have a grandma named Tillie
Who use to be quite the philly
She made popcorn
And put them in bread bags
For us all to have and brag
She use to wear aprons
And sometimes taped them
She was a little lady
But always had plenty to say
She sat in a rocking chair
And watch us all with care
She passed away a long time ago
But I always think of her so
I have 1 picture of her
That I cheerish and share
I love you Grandma Tillie...

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super heroes exist today
they wear nurse’s uniforms
aprons, chef’s hats, they come in wheelchairs
They speak to us from the driver’s seat of a bus

super heroes live their truth
they show compassion,
lend a helping hand, uplift others
They speak for those who have no voice or little power.

super heroes do not always wear capes
or a giant letter on their chest
but they smile and say hello
and make the world a good place to be...

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ACROSS A BLACK MAT
‘……..’’’’’’’’’’’’’’….’’’’’’’’




splash of yellow hues
winking across a black mat
breaths dance with stardust

light folds drenched eyelids
skins under quilt of twilight ~
lullaby the moon

and so aprons sleep
hanging on a weary chair ~
smelling  of meatloaf 


senryu
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Brian Strand's Contest
1/14 Any Theme
By nette onclaud...

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"Polka will never die" - Jim Butcher, Dead Beat


Polka, I think, will never cease.
I am watching the Palladium today.
The dancers will enjoy the fun,
And butchers will put aprons away.

They love lively dancing.
It helps them disconnect
From fevered hours of mincing.
They really hoped their Madams
Wanted meat today!

That was this morning...
Now they 'moon' at polka,
Trying to avoid the meaty smell
Around the communal (why?) T.V....

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