Ware Poems - Poems about Ware

I was putting away some Fiesta Ware the other day when, noticing all the colors in front of me I had to stop and smile at how they reminded me of our family tree. I love our family tree…love every leaf…love its branches one and all… love how it is painted all year long…in colors of the Fall. I’m...

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Markita wore the most stunning head wear to church No one could see from behind her, unless they sat on a perch. Pretty soon others were wearing competing oversized hats. They were puffy and sticky, none of them was ever flat. The minister had to finally make a plea to his congregation. They all looked at Markita because of her...

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He had a way with words, An avuncular style, A throaty little laugh, A world embracing smile. He didn’t suffer fools gladly, He thought that I was thick But not too bad really for A Yorkshire country hick. He came into my life For just a year two One of those characters That just passes through. Raw recruits together Both misfits in our way Wouldn’t be given...

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In the dawn of deception, who can perceive what is real? Do things appear benevolent or do they come to pillage and steal? When one gives from the heart, the receiver sometimes wants even more. It is often wise to bolt, lock and secure your door. Be careful of the ones who call themselves your friend. For evil is on...

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It was to prove Some Sort of Snare, When he, got the Gift of Hare While he’d wanted to keep A Mare… He wasn’t sure how he would fare, Whether he wouldn’t be left bare; What The Hell knows he of Hare, Except its furs not like our hair… Perhaps, he should sit on some chair To reflect on the gift - Quite...

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What do I care When at me eyes stare Or at me glare And I safe from every snare? Why should I ever care, When you can’t hurt my hair Or much worse things dare: The Terrible the Unfair? Begin I shall to care With a dispossessed mare Or a made-away ware And I can’t find it anywhere....

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I think that I shall never see an insect scary as a bee Sister screams, she spots a spider but bees are lethal when they bite her... I cower at bees' buzzing sound as they circle round and round If I try to wave 'em away They attack, without delay... Logic tells me not to...

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Breaking hard my head Thoughts ware...

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Bee ware My first week’s pay! What am I going to do!? I have never had this much honey beefore! First of all, I will go to, The joke shop and get me those books I saw. I could do with some new material, For when they say “That’s getting old.” Well, they won’t say that when all my jokes, Have never beefore been...

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continues .... (for it 'twas by him that she was awoken). 'Dont listen to hate, or give in to fear, He said with a countenance kindly, remember your Vedas and mantras, Let your be life be lived for the many, and not for the few, don't be led into fascism blindly'! With these wise, timely words...

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And there the story might have ended But the bite on Suzanne's thumb Throbbed and became distended, 'I must say, I feel a little rum', she said and lay down on her bed, but as she fell asleep a patch of fur started growing on her tum. She slept a light and fitful sleep Full...

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Cyril is a squirrel that comes from the Wirral, he looks cute and furry but he's gone a bit feral, Cyril dislikes foreign squirrels, won't hear no ifs or buts, he says the tide of squirrelgrants are going to have all the nuts, Cyril voted ukip and cheered when brexit won, The says 'now we've...

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i dont know my color i think it's yellow sunshine soft LED bulbs some kinds but not all daffodils filling a room with feelings and good in tent but then entering a space a place with weight surely red anger in it's face so i state so it's known before anything don't try to break my aura...

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My mother had a friend who had chalk-ware decorations in her kitchen. She had inherited them From her grandmother, maybe even her great-grandmother. They were from the forties. A chalk-ware peach, a chalk-ware apple, a chalk-ware orange, a chalk-ware banana. Cook, butler, maid, stove, refrigerator, sink, all in chalk-ware. When she reached her nineties she was still in her...

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4985 Fair Ware and Tare Golf courses will have ways that are fair; Rivers cut through due to ware and tare; Must be saying, Here much golf playing; Does anyone have an eagle they can spare....

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