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Teach Him To Fish Poems - Poems about Teach Him To Fish


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...A skeletal smirk at the school door - the greeter-teacher; 50 years later, I feel his gimlet eyes at my back, that leer is now plugged with dirt, yet it can still be traced in the brown water sta......

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Categories: teach him to fish, poetry,
Form: Free verse
We No Longer Teach People To Fish
...We no longer teach others to fish, And wonder why they expect someone else to fill their dish, Each day anew with fish. We no longer teach others to fish, Instead we keep them on a leash, Alwa......

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Categories: teach him to fish, abuse, analogy, anger, angst,
Form: Didactic



Premium Member Don'T Need Your Political Monies Give Me Your Prayers Teaching and Helps-
...Special license plated signing of $197 million dollar events; Political confess rich ones have not; Dredge the have nots includes Revelations protected children; Government is an artificial expedi......

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Categories: teach him to fish, america, analogy, betrayal, meaningful,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Renaissance Man
...Renaissance Man I've aspired in my life to be Renaissance Man, be life's fool though world perp walks its way into sin. As a poet, through physics, my music, a friend, if I'm weak as a lover, I......

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Categories: teach him to fish, journey, life,
Form: Rhyme
A Clone of a Clone
...Paint me a picture, sing me a song Show me the niche where I belong Carve me a sculpture, build me a house Show me the library where I can browse Write me a story, stitch me a quilt Inside the h......

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Categories: teach him to fish, allegory, angst, change, extended
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Welfare Is a Slap In Our Faces
...Welfare started out for all the right reasons. People needed it. It saved so many from dying. It helped children and the elderly. FDR had the right idea. In the 40’s when people had pride and begg......

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Categories: teach him to fish, abuse, america, children, pride,
Form: Narrative
Fishing Days
...It’s 5 am, we sneak out of the house My brother and I, as quiet as a mouse To his red bike, where I sit on the cross bar Trusting my brother, we won’t go too far. Put the worm on the hook, wrap it r......

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Categories: teach him to fish, growing up, me, brother,
Form: Quatrain

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