Workbench Poems - Poems about Workbench

...Wings are eyelids. A mind can be left aside on a workbench while the brain teaches the sky to sleep. Mother lives in a jar in an old curiosity shop. Father enters the world bringing extinct wor......

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...A week away from Ground Hog Day And my water heater’s sore. It spat at my clumsy plumbing, Took a leak on the basement floor. That triggered my elderly sump pump To noisily heave up its guts. M......

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...Growing up, I became aware of you As the god you gotta get by The things I truly desired, silent Covered fitly in "not good" sighs In my day, children were barely seen And their words never co......

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...He'd made the world, the flowers the trees, invented weather, the rain and the breeze. The fowls of the air, the fish in the sea, the beasts of the Earth, the ancestors of we. He'd made the str......

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...his tired eyes yet sparkled with the love of his craft a love steeped in awe and fear of its impact the hunched shoulders hovered o'er each stroke of his pen a quill dipped in an inkwell lined wit......

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..."Father does not see the mournful sad tears, that fall on a mossy stone; O, my broken heart weeps. And I recall running into your open arms a little girl innocent, you we......

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...-------------------------------------------------------- The Cinematic Film Treatment as Poetic Element -------------------------------------------------------- Mechanical Intervention in the ......

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...I used to like to go up into the attic when I was a young child. I was alone up there, away from authority, able to explore that dark quiet world at my leisure. My cousin Corky, he was 10 years olde......

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...My first was beside the outside loo, 'cos my wife said not indoors thank you. I made her a table from an old headboard, She was pleased, I knew I had scored. My second was in a closet, 20 floors ......

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...Suddenly without bedmate and counterpart one month shy of fifty years, no deity could answer razor sharp emotional pain cut to the quick recollecting ballroom dancer himself as a handso......

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...I have some favorite tools I use, Whenever I ply my trade, From the hammer in my leather pouch, To the retractable cutting blade. I also love the spanners I have, One metric, the other in i......

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...He drops the tailgate on that old GMC truck using it as a makeshift workbench He tinkers with an old icemaker determined to bring it back to it's former glory He whistles an old country tune as ......

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...Oh beautiful birth control, how wonderful you play, You bring so much joy to my life. You’re like my religion, I can embrace everyone, Especially my neighbour’s blonde wife. Every morning aft......

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... "Father does not see the mournful sad tears, that fall on a mossy stone; O, my broken heart bleeds." And I recall running into your open arms a little girl innocent, ......

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...Simon was a happy elf Who always wore a smile One of Santa's best elves Willing to go the extra mile. With trousers of green, tunic red And a bright yellow bobble hat Simon whistled a happy t......

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