Tableware Poems - Poems about Tableware

... Each night after the evening meal there was never a discussion as to who would wash the dishes and who would do the drying up. My mother was the washer, my sister and I did the drying up. ......

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...Aware of my attention to her as well as my proximate presence, she went on in a steadily refined rhythm, neither upset nor uplifted, holding my slick sight at reducible ductility and scotching its sn......

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...You sit at the table, waiting; Conjoined with fancy silk linen; Golden tapestry tableware; Customly so fitting Welcome to the table Come sit down sup wit Jesus Walk down the altar Just As Y......

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... My auspicious Holiday Muse, it has a hunger pang... A pen which merrily sings of words, joyously written in the heart Honored friends and guests invited freely to a feast of though......

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...You've been hiding from me long enough Now I'm willing to take with me Anyone willing to go after you To close the hate I have for you in a cup Sweetened with my no To polish my tableware clean ......

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...As I stand by the kitchen window I must say My chin against my chest spent from working all day Warm wet soapsuds adhere to my hands as I pray Washing the seasoned tableware, running away Unfaste......

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...We're sitting on the Dining Table, Salt and Pepper by ourselves, Tablecloth is in the drier, Dinner Plates still on the shelves. Later on there'll be a banquet, fifteen guests, and all bl......

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......dedicated to Billy Collins We're standing on the Dining Table, Salt and Pepper by ourselves, Tablecloth is in the drier, Dinner Plates still on the shelves. Later on there'll be a banquet, ......

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...Green, spruce tree with ornaments to spare Turquoise lights gleam and brightly flare Crimson stockings are bulging with a sweeter fare Purple, velvet bows spliced on presents with care Blue garla......

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...We're sitting on the Dining Table, Salt and Pepper by ourselves, Tablecloth is in the drier, Dinner Plates still on the shelves. Later on there'll be a banquet, fifteen guests, and all bl......

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...Who taught the fish to swim, in garden's pond. Who paiinted the flower's gloriour colors, showing them dances on the lawn. Who captured fluffy clouds, and tied them in the air. Who pasted th......

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