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Washtub Poems - Poems about Washtub


Premium Member cartoon faced father
...the man’s face was bizarre He looked like a cartoon that had come to life. I could not stop staring at him during parent teacher conferences His son, who looked just like him, acted just like him ......

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Categories: washtub, teacher,
Form: Free verse
Two Bammas and a Washtub Bass
...The Mad Hatter wears a cape velvety smooth and perfect He walks with a diamond tipped cane with white and black pateint leather shoes. Gold laden braclets and chains carrys a silk stotch guard ......

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Categories: washtub, anniversary, dance, music, myth,
Form: Ballad



The Color Brown
...Chocolate, horses, barrels, mud Hair, coats, paint, shoes, rocks, flags, washtub Dried old leaves with dead flower bud Brown is with us In pasture Jersey chews her cud Near bull's mean cuss......

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Categories: washtub, color,
Form: I do not know?
The Hoe Down Show Down
...The Hoe Down Show Down Old Grandpa tune his fiddle with pride. Uncle Joe on the old banjo Dad he was willing to go on the old washtub. I had my spoons in my hand ready for the old showdown. In ......

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Categories: washtub, dance, music,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Musical Abc
...Accordion, keyboard for the Highland Fling Bell, an idiophone in percussion sing Clarinet, of woodwind joys Drums, so loud for the noisiest of boys Ektara, from India the one stringed piece ......

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Categories: washtub, music
Form: ABC



Memories of Gram's House
...Gram, today we celebrate your birthday, so I decided to write you a poem To tell how you were like my second mother, and your house, my second home Many precious memories; my earliest one is sitt......

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Categories: washtub, childhood, family, happiness, life,
Form: Quatrain
Where I'M From
...I am from my daddy's drunken heart, beating so fast as though flung from a furious circle of women who are welcoming the men back from the hunt. I am from my mother's matted eyes. My mother, a ......

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Categories: washtub, black african american, family,
Form: Prose Poetry

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