Workman Poems - Poems about Workman

...1950’s wear teenage boys loved them less scraped knees for sure girls wanted them too they can be frayed dressy or plain embroidery them or add some lace solid blue workman pants dungar......Read the rest...

...[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 2 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’] __________ London’s streets resembled an al fresco mausoleum They tracked a trail of body parts which led to a......Read the rest...

... Next door was a paddock of long grass and a graveyard for dumped machinery. Rusted out boilers, cogs, wheels and huge presses were piled high and begged for the sure foot of a boy to climb ......Read the rest...

...A Workman Approved by God 2 Timothy :14-16 Keep reminding them of these things. Warn them before God against quarreling about words; it is of no value, and only ruins them who listen. Do yo......Read the rest...

... Every believer, Miracle Man 8-3-2023 Has an obligation to share the gospel, by the life we live we must let it show. We must study to show ourselves approved, for we can’t share wh......Read the rest...

...An Idiomatic Chicken Tale Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, you may bite off more than you can chew. But if you do count, make sure you have a bird in the hand rather than tw......Read the rest...

...The day I fell off a chair and damaged my leg I was amazed, for I had been resilient before It took me a long time to heal my torn meniscus I had bruised the bone too I went from a wheelchair to ......Read the rest...

...Let’s keep on learning* amidst reading glow Kindled by wondrous interest to grow Radiating wisdom along knowledge flow To vanquish ignorance and folly’s blow. Led by guiding light of tr......Read the rest...

...(This is an old poem of mine reposted with some modifcations ) I hammered some words Out from the quarry of my brain They fell around in shards; Some like boulders, Some like rocks and rubb......Read the rest...

...I hammered some words Out from the quarry of my brain They fell around in shards; Some like boulders, Some like rocks and rubble I picked them up one by one. Block on block, I pil......Read the rest...

...I hammered some words Out from the quarry of my brain They fell around in shards; Some like boulders, some like rocks and rubble I picked them up one by one. Block on block, I piled them up ......Read the rest...

... Just recently was the commemoration of my ministry-engagement anniversary making me reminisce that significant moment when I was confronted vis-à-vis my tenacious opinion on spiritual ......Read the rest...

...Food Revolution in England That was what a middle-class paper wrote and it could not be more wrong. To eat this esoteric food, you need a thick wallet. most people in England are poor and since......Read the rest...

...A life without end in sight! Fed up, I hibernate. A sleep like the dead, until I wake, I yawn, nod, doze and wake again. Yet I feel lethargic and tired. Why wake into full aesthetic conscio......Read the rest...

...The hours tick by before my eyes, As I lay tucked up, in my bed. Even Bo peeps sheep have now returned, And still the lack of Zzz’s. Pounding seconds tick away, Seem to echo in my brain. Back......Read the rest...