Supplies Poems - Poems about Supplies

The school bell's chorus wakes a drowsy room, Sunlight spills, a golden, dusty plume. Desks, once dormant, morph to galleons grand, Ready to set sail to each uncharted land. Chalk, a spectral hand, whispers wisdom's lore, Unveiling mysteries on the darkened shore. Sharpeners gnash their teeth, devouring leaden dreams, Leaving silver whispers where logic's spotlight beams. Globes, like captive Earths, continents in hold, Beckon's...

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Some remain so vivid and bold. Some are dry and used because they're old....

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I am sure the art supply company thinks I am a school said Lamaay She orders and receives art supplies almost every other day. Her husband has no problem with it, he knows it makes Lamaay sashay And keeps her happy, upbeat, positive, optimistic and truly gay....

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Disturbed over what she had planned for tomorrow. Often times she refused to me as included with her plans. What sweet sonnets sing ye the sound of togetherness tangled with romance an evening of love a night to dance Yes you my darling might obe take part in the clearest exception where two promise never to part Love in the possibility of loving where is tomorrow that we shall...

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Daily ask the Father for revision I acknowledge and thank Him for all that He's given He's giving me life freedom and liberty He's given to me some of my wants and all of my needs And we who are confident that He hears us Whenever we ask for anything that pleases Him Secondly instantaneously effortlessly in the moment I...

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More and more and many more whys Are all abundant with many supplies Then we become difficult and unsure Irrational while being hard to endure. By reading Bible I am often annoyed Appreciated other parts and enjoyed Heart pounds if things are prophetic Things had proved to be quite hectic. Certain sections often have selected Many errors needed to be corrected Conclusion...

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Since I've turned 3 quarters of a century old And have a hole in my heart I'm told Sitting on top of that a small tumor This definitely isn't a run away rumor I am old and slightly fat(well some say obese) Controlled diabetes on top of that Hypertension makes its mark Sometimes I even seem smart . Then...

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He cares for me He so takes care of me He takes care of all my wants and need And who is this… My Father And this same God This same God He who takes care of me My God will supply all of your needs from his glorious riches, which have been given to us in Christ Jesus. He cares for...

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Trump Supplies of Lies Trump sure seems to have so many supplies, Of stories and myths all substantiated by lies; Leader of pack, And not intact; Even his supporters and backers now realize. Jim Horn...

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Scrubbing Bubbles, Dreft, Life Buoy, and Shout. Help me to get my greasy grimy out. Irish Spring, Dove, Windex, Borax too, I turn to them when I am blue. Cleaning is something I resolve not to do unless I am in the throes of a horrible boo-hoo. Clorox, Borax, Tide, Dawn, and Ajax too. They only come out when I am mad...

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The lessons you learn in life, Have a place and a time. If you don’t believe it now, See what happens when, You’re alone and on your own. The supplies you obtain, Mean absolutely everything. From the smallest screw, To even the toughest glue. Every day you learn something new. Supplies are like car parts, One won’t work without the other. You can’t write with...

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after "Ich bin die fesche Lola" sung by Marlene Dietrich I'm easy-going Lola, the girl who's most in voque. The Nutella in my pantry is there for none but me. I'm easy-going Lola, the heartthrob a la mode, but hands off my Nutella, or my other side you'll see. I.m easy-going Lola ,the girl who's most in vogue The...

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You rightly, quite politely, criticise my efforts at composing “pleiades”. What’s rare about revilings such as these is, blaming me for leaving out my “I”’s. The reason isn’t tricky to surmise. My arrogance supposes I, with ease, can conjure (with unthinking expertise) whatever I may please. Please don’t despise my failure to peruse the contest rules, for carelessness (the calling-card of fools) is what...

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I glanced out my window watchin' kids plod along to school today. I recalled my school days and how things have changed along the way I watched the little fellers hunched over with their over-loaded packs. 'Tis a wonder the little dudes don't develop a twitch in their sacroiliacs! I wore overalls and shoes that I was told by...

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Baby's off to college E-mailed pic of groovy dorm room Where she'll absorb trite and knowledge Rib-kickin' as if she were still in my womb Mom-love surely heart-gut balmed unto the tomb....

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