Short Cobblers Poems

A lady who was feeling blue
Compared her life to an old shoe
Although she fit
Her love had split
So she had to make do with two...

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Hot food for comfort in Winter’s the best; soups birthed and thickened with cream.

Steaming, thick chili and spice coupled with hot cobblers.

Sink into that…ummm…warm....

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Flour
Makes a great paste
Tortes, scones, cobblers, muffins
Cinnamon and sugar crust, yum!
Cakes and pies would be nothing without it
Donut making relies on it
Throw in some sugar please
Necessary
Flour...

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Megan Makin;
Bacon!
She lives in Macon,
Georgia;
She baked sweet potato pies and cobblers;
She has a boy whose a toddler;
He no longer crawls he just woddles;

8/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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Like eating your own cooking,
do you favor what you write

Do the words digest completely,
the stove again to light

As you walk that final mile,
in those shabby cobblers shoes

Will you then embrace at last
—what was never yours to lose

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)...

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A yoga-loving frog from France
was told it was good for dance 
While performing a cobblers pose 
Tipped over and fell on his nose
Sat straight up and drew in his legs
To perform a Half Lord of Fishes - Pose.
If he made me promise not to disclose, 
a broken promise now is one of my woes....

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Like eating your own cooking,
  do you favor what you write

Do the words digest completely,
 —the stove again to light

As you walk that final mile,
  in those shabby cobblers shoes

Will you then embrace at last,
  —what was never yours to lose

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)...

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Thanksgiving Day is the word

Someone giving me the bird

Cranberries and pumpkin pie

Mashed potatoes catch my eye

Casseroles and deviled eggs

Buttered corn and turkey legs

Salads, rolls, and cobblers deep

After dinner fast asleep

A couple hours, hear me snore

Wide awake, I want some more

Chowing down, I just can't stop

Now I think I'm gonna pop...

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i walk the empty streets
where have all the people gone
perhaps they walk in different shoes
and sing to different songs

i walk the empty streets
no cobblers do i see
when first i came we all were game 
is anyone hearing me

i walk the empty streets
not even the rats retreat
no sign or sound resound
i find it quite profound

this place it has no glory
am i in purgatory
should i be at heavens gate
perhaps it is to late......

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Once upon a time
There was a cobbler
Who only made shoes
For other cobblers
And only cobblers
Would want his shoes
Shoes that could not be worn
Shoe that were of no use
Only made to show the skill
Of the cobbler to make shoes
And the cobbler would travel
To meet other cobblers
To show his shoes
And to look at their shoes
And talk about making shoes
With other cobblers there
About making shoes
That people didn’t like
And would buy...

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Foot wear,
The foot where,
The foot what connecting all to this world,
To dress,foot wear,
Addressing care,
The lacing made old fashion,
Replacing buckles,chains and Velcro in machines,
In rainbow colors,
Short builds to shot up,
Size to size foot wise,
A ladies pride,
Sometimes a tool provide,
A history when came in contact with cheeks,
Thrown at some heads in anger,
Get into others foot often,
Bare foot,a symbol of poverty,
Cobblers to make,
Lincoln an exception!...

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Harvest Fest’s Annual fair is the place we are heading today
Maisy my dog is totally excited, she loves the children.
My own are grown and have moved to cities far away.
Where the jobs are, away from their cousins and us.

The smells of fall are in the air – pumpkin, cinnamon, applesauce.
I am bringing homemade cider, apple cobblers and pumpkin pies.
Knowing that some customers will be eagerly looking for me.
I love this time of year, when I do not feel alone. Maisy wags her tail....

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