Flour Poems - Poems about Flour

Elsie, Lucy, Olive, this small boy's remarkable old aunts. Oh, how they rubbed their hands. But with glee or sorrow? Or even anger? Elsie had a strict-looking expression - when not rubbing her hands. Lucy wore spectacles that pinched her nose and, oh, had such a thin smile - when not rubbing her hands. Olive seemed serious, often frowning at me - when...

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The real woman cries for flower. A handed one makes her tower. The much uplifted that hour! Giver has but lent her power; Just nothing would the day sour. A woman, then free to glower, If you'd promised her a flower And it she saw not next hour; As a replacement Bakers Flour... Such a woman could make one cower: For more than one grieving...

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Flour, who needs it? I do! The cupcakes yell. And me! Agreed the pie crust. Me! Hollered brownies. Me! Me! Me! The chili screamed. Why do you need flour? Questioned the tomatoes. The other soups snickered. We all have to have flour for thickening, silly! This was said by Potato Soup who is always a bit snotty. I have to have flour! Said the...

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Music is God and songs worship Music. In appreciation of the composers skills one might look to God for inspiration. False Gods collaborate throught the concentration of plagiarism they look to speak to many and gather the attention of all in worship of both Music and song they structure melonic hamonies in music intro, lyric chourus and in lyric prechorus with sounds that overlap the other that combine both treble and bass sounds structure sequences with pitches...

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Mom says this dad says that, What is this heck heck heck, I run this way you run that, Mingle things in this and that, Mix in flour, eggs and sugar, Instead, we mixed salt,eggs and flour, Then answer this and that after tasting cake, The life is full of such stories, Enjoying working this, Spoiling things that, It is just like a...

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Flour is a blessed To feed the whole floor The lives men and plus Flour is the flow of this floor...

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Flour Makes a great paste Tortes, scones, cobblers, muffins Cinnamon and sugar crust, yum! Cakes and pies would be nothing without it Donut making relies on it Throw in some sugar please Necessary Flour...

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Dust gathers on the shelf, To fill the empty spaces. There is a time and place, To accept final defeat. She survived the lions den. Dancing the dance with her sisters To the tune of hypocrisy. A masquerade to mislead them all. The crime of the century, is still written on her ageless face. She blows smoke in their eyes, In order to...

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Me bum is flat coz as a graphic designer I sat Crushed it, didn't allow for expansion, it's a fact Guess it's not a bad thing No need to put it in a sling Or walk around wearing a flour sack!...

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Memories of Sugar Cakes & Flour Sacks Written: by Tom Wright 9/1/99 Sitting in prayer at Mothers door As she lay in deepest sleep. Her face, embedded with hand prints of time, Told of a life, upon reflection, That made me weep. Near her bedside death had crept Which would not be denied. Life hadn't prepared me for this hour, And all to soon she'd pass, Once again I...

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My Father grew up on a farm many years ago, they never had very much this I do know. During the depression times were really tough, clothes made from flour sacks worked well enough. My Aunt had a dress, my father a shirt, Father was just a little guy just a little squirt. But he remembers those days and how they...

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Flour sacks I remember you so well full of golden grain, bran or flour a slight but delightful musty smell perambulating the atmosphere Sacks cut up for all sorts of things cloth shoes and dresses even trousers rough coats that did not keep one warm scarecrows dressed in sacks Vegetables stored in sacks that are stacked in rows inside the dutch barn...

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Mother was a genius when it came to recyclin' flowery flour sacks, Durin' The Great Depression to provide duds for her family's backs! With her trusty pedal Singer Sewin' Machine she turned out a horde, Of decent apparel that we could ill afford from Montgomery-Ward! In gym class I could usually find a locker behind which to cower, So as...

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The flour sack, the flour sack! To my childhood it harkens back... With the flour at last gone Mom would use it to sew upon.. Dish towels, aprons , and who knows what No complaints, our mouths remained firmly shut! I wouldn't, shouldn't say that we were poor But flour sack clothing we sometimes wore... Once she needed a diaper in the...

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Oh, yes! I recall them well, those pretty prints as flour sacks. They only needed hemming added to Mom's dishtowel stacks. I don't remember dresses made from them for Sis or me. Sewed together for table cloths, they were pretty as could be. They brightened the old kitchen when hung as window curtain. My dear mother wasted none of that I can be certain. They...

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