Sitter Poems - Poems about Sitter

The Sitter There it is Sitting in the old wicker chair Grinning its foul slavering grin It moves nothing than its face. Every night it appears Until waking and shaking I reach for the pull light string It then evaporates at pace. I will take the chair back With its eviction will go the glob Never more to appear With its evil sneer Its...

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Wind sitters plunked themselves down in wheat fields every spring This one had a seasoned look, we knew knowledge she would bring. She had a kind face. Her skin was thin and heavenly white. Her eyes were azure, and she wore flowers in pinks; she felt all right. We sat down beside her, putting our clothes around ourselves. She felt...

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I had to be much bitter, Sure of the two The Fitter... Away hours he'd fritter On some spot steady sitter, Never chats ends with Rita, Engulfed in things that glitter Fears of what in me bitter I could betray as a hitter, Peter dropping like litter And never picking him up An "I shan't - have - again pup" So, its a lucky Peter, For whom...

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He said “get a sitter’ She knew it was too late “Come on! He urged her. “This will be great!” He wanted to rekindle the kind of love they used to have. Before they became parents and got stagnant and boring. She would have liked that too, but her dream was of snoring. She felt hurried and irritated. He was angry that...

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Get a sitter Daddy said. Mom tried the four they knew. None would come back. We had played the trick on all of them. We are identical twins. One of us would yell “Sissy is running away!” The sitter would chase them from front door to back door. Once the twin was inside, the other twin would lock the back door too. Both...

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The baby never sits...Neither do I...

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SheRab was the logical choice to watch my kittens Born in the Year of the Rabbit. Highly intelligent, she understood their immaturity Mistakes they might make before becoming hares But what kind of a doe goes off and leaves her kits? My man asked. He has no idea that I am terrified of my baby’s willfulness. They can be destructive...

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My hemorrhoid cushion looks a lot like our black cat curled up on my recliner So, I am always worried about sitting on her Although she would be soft....

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Flickered fingers; Can't dial ringers; Telephone calls; Babies cry and crawls; what do you do? what do you do? When their diapers fall?... 6/8/20 written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020...

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It was a hard day in the office for the boss had gone berserk, so I was quite relieved to know that I was driving home from work, and once I parked me car and locked me shed; I went to get me mail, before inside I put me feet up and enjoy a cleansing ale. But in the...

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Being a middle child Made my temperament mild And not so demonstrating But some would think off-putting But it is not a popular place When the world appears in a race And sitting on the fence Is one made for defence and not offence. © Paul Warren Poetry...

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The Sitter They rushed me in. I had no time to prepare. Talk they said. Entertain. We will not be... long, it was a song. Fear. My first response. Prayer, should have been. In the end, adrenalin and panic gave way to remembered moments with my own mother. Shadow puppets on the wall. A pen to draw... even more on hands... All...

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I'd go to church Every Sunday Often find myself there On Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Friday oh! what am I but just a glorified Church goer; A modified, glorified, pew sitter; Oh! God, help me, Lord; I don't wanna be just a pew sitter; Praising you inside this church building; whom am I but just a forgiven sinner; I should be more than a pew...

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A friend in need Is a friend indeed. Working together we succeed. Unable to use arms and feet or voice, he can complete An email or ask for more of peach tea or more from me. He is a friend. We get along. His body's weak. His mind is strong. His good humor strengthens me. I am blessed, undoubtedly!...

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The singles ad pointed out to her was beautifully written. Even though married, bored, Shelly was instantly smitten. She told some big lies, so she could meet her soulmate. They had a meeting place, and she agreed to be there by eight. Her husband would watch their six children, of course. He never had anything to do, if he was...

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