Best Architect Poems

I cry out; sinking neath life's shoals
Reaching within he lifts my heart
Taking count, cradling every part

Within his arms I am kept whole 
Echoes of my pain resonate 
He holds me close; he quells the hate

Catching each tear he makes a mold 
Refusing to let go...

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So soft, the light of candles, dancing on the darkened walls.
I pace, and my step echoes, throughout these ancient halls. 
Dust has grown so fine and thick that I walk in a haze.
What would my sight do anyway, within this lonely maze?

I can’t escape the...

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Angles accounted
Volumes and sweeping vistas
Shavings from pencil...

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It's all your fault
 Charles Mortington Parsons
 Designer of landscapes
 Extraordinaire
 That no one has a sense of time anymore
 
Green lawns appear
 Instantly overnight
 Tall trees grow
 In a morning or an afternoon
 
Mother nature
 Stacked tastefully
 Between terracotta bookends
 And it's all your...

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He is an architect of soundscapes.  
Senseless with passion he stands 
before a pending deluge.  
Rapt is he to the resounding
din within the halls of his skull.  At night,
the architect will dream of faces
they smile and laugh—they cry and sigh, 
and he...

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I was an active, prominent architect, like fervent stars which race the sun,
Or exotic, summer flowers that bloom vibrantly, creating rapturous visions.

I'd wrought modernist skyscrapers, as huge trees lean into a bronze glaze, 
On raspberry, latter days, quite lovely, when azure blue jays sing in...

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He admired the columns, walls, floors and roofs
of the marble castles; they were so beautiful
that visitors from far away lands 
cried tears of awe -
they felt as though they were in heaven.

He had a plan in his mind;
it had a structure of castles which glowed
like...

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Ideas become reality in your belly
Raw ingredients are added for effect
Laboured limbs inject liquid food
It begins, sounds signal transformation

A cacophony of notes orchestrate
A fusion of materials cleverly made
Atoms collide as water subsides
Dry mixture almost expertly tied

Your creation up to imagination
Never the master of your own...

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You gave me a new beginning
You gave me more love than I can contain
You are Everything I want to be
You bring a new chance Everyday
A new chance to become something new
You provide all the correct answers
You are the ultimate teacher
You brought us all together
You brought...

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Look around you!
See, the now is everwhere
as spirits fly from flesh
bent over drafting tables,
sharing vision with the last
of Wright's apprentices.  
What messages will flow
across the global plain?
What secret sinews celebrate
their isolation from millenia
of boxes heaped upon themselves?

Free spirits all
and Wright, sardonic ghost
unwitting father of...

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The architect of my heart 
Building foundations of our love 
And knocking down what was there 
Creating new places for us to go 
Different places for us to see 
I’ve never been before 
I’ll maybe never go again 
Once might be enough with you 
Tattooed...

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Oh the divine architect...
The seat of wisdom & intellect...
You keep me going when I'm down...
You infuse a smile when I want to frown...!

I seem to live in an apparent Hell...
Where sorrow & despair perpetually dwell...
But yet I always find a way...
When my goals tend to...

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The observation
Our thoughtful familiarity
Our decision
Designed by Almighty Architect

4122013...

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O Fingernail Moon
				have you sent us Morning Sun
				to show us building?

				And Morning Sun
				are you sliding 
				down the mountainside
				to hint at pyramids,
				how to build them,
				before you take time into the sea?
		
				O Fingernail Moon
				did my father sip nectar
				from your crescent lip
				before he conned the Sun’s descent
				down the...

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High above gray Manhattan’s marge,
‘Midst toothsome towers in the sky, 
A construction crane there looms large,
Dwarfing the crowds of passersby.

A new building grows, rising high,
Clouding another patch of sky.
A tower for trade will arrive
Where businesses may fail or thrive.

An unsung Mohawk warrior,
And an iron-ribbed Spartan...

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