Sweeper Poems - Poems about Sweeper

In rapid succession, I jab my push-broom Through footpath in which I walk life..."ch..ch..ch" Clearing debris, so when i'm barefoot, I don't... ...

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he sets about his task~gathering the last of autumns leaves...

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In days gone by, people said the pipe cleaner or the black wandering man with shackles and dirty brushes When he arrived at the house in Grand Street number...

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I see her very early in the morning daily. She is a young sweeper with blue uniform properly. ...

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I saw leaves falling And I noticed months had passed I saw a lot of leaves falling And I knew the weather was very dry I heard the leaves Sobbing under my feet And I knew they were feeling So sad to say goodbye To the greenery of the neighbourhood Then I saw a lot of leaves Blew away by a sudden strong wind Then...

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The Chimney Sweeper by Anna O’Hora-Bimbot Do you know somebody like me? Covered in soot Tired and weary Nobody to care for me “deary” I travel by foot I pull myself up Before the day turns to dawn I shiver and shake Stomach rumbling, I yawn I keep my mouth shut And I follow my boss High on the roof tops I’m...

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Aye happy to be called big Billy's sidekick Clearing up the mess ,if Billy failed to do the trick Always calm and controlled,never showy He quietly contributed to Celtic's glory Short in stature,big of heart He surely played a Lion's part Never one for the starring role Keeping the defence safe his guiding goal Clearly the best supporting act With Billy that...

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I’m freedom’s beckoning call light as air, an elemental being Set adrift beyond the universal light beam, a speeding Bullet shifting, suspended by my own spiritual uplifts Bending in the stratosphere by raw forces Gravitational pull. A streaming particle of matter flowing in the Mystical elemental current of my own existence, Untethered I’ve cut the silvery threads of the Timeless, a creature of...

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Brother, garbage sweeper, Don’t sweep anyone’s hopes away They’ve tossed into the streets... Tears, you know, Cannot smudge Our Avenues... Folks on the whole Keep their regrets All bottled up... No you can’t guess How they feel When they don’t go outside... Those garbage pails You’ve emptied out for years And years and years, are mute Witness to your feelings... So why allow anyone Who thinks only of his stomach To bother...

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