Quarters Poems - Poems about Quarters

Three-quarters of a year is gone For (snap your fingers), just like that! September will, by morrow’s dawn, Roll up and store the welcome mat. October’s waiting in the wings, Her pumpkins all prepared to go, As autumn strides, with all it brings, To set the foliage aglow. Since Nature’s rules we must obey, We’ll flip the calendar once more And fill those boxes on...

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they are talking about fat quarters again if you don’t know what they are, let me run this by you thimble, needle, Elna, Singer, Brother, White Could they be referring to astronauts? If you think that, you are not a quilter Fat quarters are blocks of fabric sold together Could be plaids, polka dots, stripes, But they have something in common, maybe...

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two quarters of moon with loquacious eyes intent - full-fledged love language...

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Janice set out a variety of fat quarter cottons arranging and rearranging colors until she was happy one brown she kept tossing out, then pulling back in she loved making quilt decisions she had a new pattern, old to many, new to her have you started on it yet? Her sister asked. sis did not sew, could not understand the delight...

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A young boy walked into our bookstore…browsed a minute…then in a gesture beautiful and grand…said, “I just want to thank you…here’s a tip.” Then he put two quarters in my hand. He saiid, “This is just to thank you for all the things you do.” The he whispered, “I wanted to give you three quarters…but all...

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Some times it's difficult to rhyme. We are living in a interesting time. Putin's war which won't relent, nor will our "telepathic" ex-President.. Covid still making people sick. Our information stolen with a click... After watching the news, our economy is going down the tubes.. Shortages in the food chain and here comes another hurricane... People scramble to our borders, so stay at home and count...

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30 Rolls of Quarters Miracle Man 1/6/2021 This Pandemic hasn’t been a great morale booster, but no hill for this stepper for I’m somewhat a loner. Some days are as hard as “putting socks on a rooster,” and my parts are all worn out so I can’t be a donor. The thing about aging is each day’s a discovery, I’m always finding...

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Boomers Prince or Pauper David J Walker Remembering when young boomers knew That a quarter really mattered As juvenile consumers grew The choices always flattered Displayed in rows at the corner store The buying power pondered A quarter could last An hour or more Before its value squander Remember the times when Quarters and dimes Were at the root of children’s chatter And now in tin...

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If a nickel's worth a quarter and a quarter a fourth of a buck I have a dollar do I have any luck, did I mention man made recession~ 10/17/20 written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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Sleeping Quarters By David J Walker The V for Vet designated the sleeping quarters For the soldiers on the small-town cemeteries roster I can only imagine what they might say to each other at muster of the sunrise rollcall The ones who fired squirrel guns across state lines The ones who met the machine guns in France The ones who chased...

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The insidious reign of your apparitions, your coitus with the attic serpents was sufficient to strip all pigment from my skin. Was it they who walked you blindfolded through the upper chambers of our modest Eros quarters? Didn’t you walk them? My self-reckoning, old Freudian suppers were wet cookies beneath your heels. And we lived here! Their split tongues crowded my speech. Our energies were split hairs, gnarled To...

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I ride a dappled horse and I'm full of introspection With centrifugal force I gaze with circumspection This merry-go-round gives me a sense of connection While conversely I feel immense disaffection Then the roan steed begins a gentle ascent With an easy speed I ponder this peculiar event I feel comfort and I feel awe at this predicament But most of all...

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Today is another birthday, I now am seventy-five! Three quarters of a century, and I am still alive! Don’t ask me how I managed it, I just don’t have a clue Was it merely luck or fate that always brought me through? They say the good die young, well, what does that say about me? I stumbled in my youth,...

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Ghetto tabernacles congregate to hear the sons of Eli preachers beg and holla Saying to the colorful captive audience: they gonna get their piece of the pie in the by and by It’s waiting in the oven ... baking in the sky, and they will get their slice when they die But as for the here and now, the plastic preachers plead: You...

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Evening Quarters And far away across the fields the tolling of the iron bell calls the faithful to their knees to hear the softly spoken magic spell. Sounding out to loneliness soothing whispers to bereaved. Grace confirmed by carillon they live on, who believed. As night call changes herald summer, echoes summon hope the pious soul ascending with each pull upon the rope. Forged in fire, tuned by...

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