Workshops Poems - Poems about Workshops

...“O’!, work, work, work away,—ignore your thirst and shovel steadily—keep nourrishing the coals of locomotive life!(the cost is but your souls); All other occupations?—to hell dispersed! “Amen! ......

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...Who are they? Under the shadow-filled sky, where the stars are only question marks, they weave invisible webs, devaluing our dreams of gold and silver, they hold us in chains of invisible debt, li......

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...They got the whole world in their hands Worth north of a trillion dollars, (plus or minus a billion dollars here and there), the unnamed obscenely rich, (which top 15 billionaires projected to......

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...Dawn files gather here Meeting notes and plans unfold Like spring's first petals Through corridors decisions Flow swiftly as mountain streams flow CSR dreams take shape Schools transform da......

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... Homage To The Leaf Miracle Man 10/28/2024 From buds they sprout in early spring, providing the tree with its summer wear. They shade the songbirds as they sing, and provide an escap......

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...A MINISTER RETIRES : SOLILOQUY I arise as infant Phoenix from Akasha ashes counterparts frozen with foibles intact a still Arctic of death sheath for recalibration Source Light bre......

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...I am a beer taster it's an odd job Beers are like nuts, they're tasty, nuts do soothe the hops I drink a lot of beers , I drink them with cheer My skills i learned with glee at many worksh......

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...In the odyssey of my soul, I have sailed seas of uncharted destiny, Embarked on the ship of time, under the flag of a stormy youth. Six years under the starry sky, I forged myself among the wave cr......

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...In the realm of words, where knowledge thrives, Teachers guide with wisdom, where the ink arrives. Enhancing writing, a guiding light they bear, To elevate students, their written tales to share. ......

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...The Retreat: Part 9 Coming Down The Hill We were warned That the high upon high May not hold or be well-received By the mere mortals below Yet Cliff's Band of Merrymen And bonus babes Ma......

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...OLD BELFAST No hooters belch and screech in the mornings anymore Industry has disappeared from the City’s working core The Factories have all closed their gates a long, long time ago Now silent......

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...That Salad Went Right Through Me I've always wanted to write a poem called “That Salad Went Right Through Me”. And I would wager upon its best destiny: To begin with, there is the Universal......

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... Art galleries are to me ... a) like coming home as it always feels right b) it is a place to let go of all tension c) it inspires my mind in so many positive ways d) and makes my mi......

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...I’m the Seller of Rainbows Purveyor of such Delights Adding joy and pleasure to So many Rituals and Rites. Sliding through the portals In connected webs of space Physically always staying In ......

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...He records the works of his life, the ephemera he once scrawled onto the tissue thin, thinking them indelible blueprints. Most were fables told to a dying legend, Pastimes, that were chariot whee......

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