Best Building(A) Poems

Ferreting around, in dumpsters of dreams
In the back alleys of my imagination
Through swill, liaisons, and cheap rendezvous
And words misspoke in conversations
Rummaging for one morsel, an old tattered remnant
In a disregarded or discarded memory
For that one piece of the puzzle, a maggot's repast
To feed a starving,...

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I filled a small trench that yielded fresh water.
Built as a serpentine and with a sharp corner.
A small waterfall sang a melodious sound,
A lulled sleepiness induced when it hit the ground.


On each side of the rill, fair, watery plants grew,
A great choice of Algae. Ferns,...

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Building a bridge to your heart


I know... I wasn't there for you
I know... I disappointed you
but... I didn't want to
break your heart

I know...you relied on me
I was a little too carefree
but I didn't want to
break your heart

Chorus

So now I'm gonna build a bridge
Yeah, think I'm...

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I'm writing this poem in the last days of 2018. The government of the United States is shut down in a fight over the building of a border wall. I am reminded of another border wall that was erected during my lifetime.

In 1961, East Germany...

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Roughnecking in Texas was a bachelor's life
Social by nature, not looking for a wife
A chance encounter, at a stop sign was she
Eyes kissed, hearts danced, we knew instantly
Like harbinger daffodils foretelling of spring
Together, sharing dreams, our future was seen
We struggled at first, adjusting to change
Birth...

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Happy
these lonely days
myself

I peer
into my past
and touch

Feel you
with memories
vivid

Clearly
as the sun sets
I rise

Lift up
my eyes hopeful
you’ve gone

Distance
between us now
your hate

Anger
your middle name
your sport

Playing
won some now lost
respect

Esteem
for your facebook
on line

Tracks a
private message
to fool

Stupid
building a wall
I’m blind.

© Harry J Horsman 2014

A New form i'd like to call...

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Building a fire 

Had a smirk of sorrowful clarity 
Someone dancing on my grave.
And a artist 
The night was gathering materials.
 Knowing  ambition for pleasure
Would never fill the pit.
The night called for a burn
All the grasped boxes of blankets
Nostalgic wood, Rhapsodies of a ratt-packen
Journals,...

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If I walk alone through a thousand days, 
each hour I shall try to make peace 
with my past, with my battles, my loss and grief -
my soul shall still hope, though my smile’s stay is brief.

Today, oh today, I’ll overcome dread,
unwrapping myself from guilt’s...

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Building a House on Sand

By Elton Camp

Alabama has some frontage on the Gulf Coast
Where the risk of storm damage is the most

People with money will build right on the beach
Instead of where a hurricane isn’t likely to reach

Then for all of us, house insurance rates...

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I wanted a buff body, to look good in my "snuggs".
But ignored advice doled out by fitness droids.
Like: never use performance enhancing drugs
or be tempted to use Anabolic Steroids.
 
After 6 months, I just look like a thug wearing a rug…
…with a Nasty Squint and...

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When I accepted Jesus I was placed on a wall,
To begin laboring for Him with stone I lay.
Whether my personal witness is seen great or  small,
I'm accountable to Him for performance each day.

Often I'm found laboring using hands void of skill,
While delving into His...

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Building a Better Box

To build a better box to store more things
Full of history, memory and other rusted stuff
Tools will have to cut and kill the trees
Trees will have to die and change their shape
Hinges made of metal will forever seal their fate
Nailed down, shut...

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When the snow is deep and wet enough to pack
I look out my living room window to watch kids build a snowman
Wouldn't you know    that old felt hat is gone from the closet    and
My meerschaum pipe (this will never...

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"Every struggle in my life has been a lesson
and made me stronger."
--Constance La France


Life is a shared gift that takes my walk slow.
It's up to us how we live. I hate what I can't fear.
Direct or indirect, I learn to go where I must go.
 
Life...

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All the elegant ivy
an inch off the brick wall
is scattered so purposefully

and behind the gate a bird hops
like some kind of humiliated
game show contestant.

This is a view, one view,
through the redbrick arbor
where the corbeled arch frames
a bit of the street
so I can only see
one or...

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