Best Clay Poems
The clay goes round and round, on the Potters wheel
With gentle touches, and pressures he creates what he feels
One is a bowl for eating soup, another a cup for drinking tea
Each one is crafted uniquely special, showing his individuality.
Handled with care by the Potter, while still in a fragile state
The Potter continues to mold, until it reaches a hardened shape.
And then the formed handiwork, is set aside alone to dehumidify
Slowly one by one he is joined in like company, no need to cry.
And then to the kiln to be purified, tested in superheated fire
When they're out they are all polished, to a beauty that inspires
When the Potter's done with the clay, it becomes a useful vessel
We are like clay in God's hands, with our imperfections we wrestle.
Our weaknesses, our wrong desires, at times may overwhelm us
Our lack of faith, and hardened hearts, could scheme and impel us
To be used for ugly purposes, which were not intentionally made
We ruin our fragile selves, putting the haughty ego on display.
We know the Potter does not change his immutable eternal purpose
It is us, who must submit, to doing God's will, because it's worth it.
Let him mold you for an honourable purpose!
John Derek Hamilton November 11, 2015
He walks, hardly touching earth,
His arms provoke cerulean sky
As wings about to try and fly:
Raising a new eternal bird.
A swan, yet not about to die
Instead a phoenix in disguise
Refuting all existing lies
Refusing low, now aiming high
They walk their muted life away
Reminder of his life on earth
His former life of lack and dearth
Inside of him they'll always stay
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March 13, 2017
Copyright ©Darren White
Dismal tale of men and women in the dirty rail compartment
No conception of the charm being knitted by the movement
Of the necklace of gentle light in the pants shirts and blouses
All is too occupied in their struggle to notice the kind crescent
As they are returning home from their respective workplaces
Piteous story of apathy and woe all of them are absorbed in
An old lady chewing parched rice taking it from a rusted tin
In a dark corner is seated a youth with shirt all bloodstained
Suffering from tuberculosis and looking very fragile and thin
A worthless life of empty existence still wretchedly retained
Though no threshold he will come across leading him to a
Plate of rice and curry as at least one square meal a day
A hawker of playthings approaches them in a smiling face
A second vendor selling some human figures made of clay
A gloomy motion picture of life running in an unfair race
10/07/2017
Rhyme Time with 5 Poetry Contest sponsored by Laura Loo
Using the five words viz Piteous Bloodstained Threshold
Conception and Dismal
So simple, that we turn to this
we turn and inside out we twist
our words and lips to blow a kiss
to darkness as it echoes
So wicked, that we listen still
we turn and twist against our will
upon the back that's broken 'till
it sings our voice in stone
So human, that we err to breathe
we twist the knife of words with ease
until we wear a mask of weave
uncommon hot with knots
So broken, that we turn away
we twist and mold the words we say
when darkness comes around to stay
we find our thoughts are stolen.
food, god, and the universe as you
You are the universe (I insist and will prove it)
So say grace before you eat ...
You agree we are stardust, the stuff of the Universe
So say grace before you eat, but think productively ...
If stars & humans are stardust, why not the food we eat?
So say grace before you eat ... and respect the food you become
Like the sun, we turn a piece of bread into bigger humans
So say grace before you eat ... know why Jesus did so
We have been recycled here, not dumped from another "place"
So say grace before you eat ... we are in this together
Listen: like water is not created, only recycled, so are we!
Say grace before you eat ... or drink!
We are eating the sun daily, in terms of food pyramids, the food chain
Say grace before you eat, drink, or go fishing ...
We are recycled energy from sun, recycled water, modified fish, meat, fruit
Say grace before you eat fruit, fish, fowl, or larger mammals or snails
And do not let THEM tell you where you stop connecting with YOUR universe
Say grace before you eat, and during cooking, by thanking life in the pot
Jesus made much of the communion; you let RELIGION stick you a ritual:
Lapsed Episcopal Minister, Alan Watts, said: "Cooking is a process of loving"
Say grace before ... during ... after consuming the Universe
Because you are consuming YOURSELF: You The Universe Disguised!
(Free Verse)
The oceans shores with their rocky paths,through which,
I can can still see a shining ray of light.
Far away sinking into splendor, too great for a heart
Was to hold.
The heart has its own memory, like the mind, to keep afloat
Its faith to fight it for you through, alone,
The giver's loving thought, and fearless heart who fights
Again the foe.
Pleasures come but not permanently stay, even this moment
Now shall pass away,
In that all the rest may be cast away, and that all our mortal
Flesh, must go back to where it came from, to dust and clay.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2000
December,09,2014
My heart is soft like fragile clay
To bend and move within Your hands
Emotions grow, then fade away
As life is changed by Your commands
For You alone, O Potter, can
Make usefulness from my weak clay
From dust and ashes You made man
You made me who I am today
And as You wisely fashion me
And I am changed by what You say
Unchanging truths You show to me
You leave impressions that will stay
And these impressions strengthen me
My clay is hardened–starts to stand
As You continue molding me
How glad am I within Your hand!
So blessed am I to be transformed
Into Your vessel, pure and clean
That all the wonders You preformed
Within me might be clearly seen
Winter sun is yellow gold
Making mud run of melting snow
And Carolina clay is frozen hill
Where kids sled and play at will
Frosted sky with cotton cloud
In the eye of guy driving snow plow
He’s hard at work while we all play
All school kids search for snowy days
Jeremiah Clay
1831 – 1897
To my friends in the faith:
In life, I often observed the ants.
Great profound lessons can be learned
Within the microcosm
Of their silent movements
And relentless deliberations.
I have seen the sanguinary Argentines
Invade the nests of the weaker ones
Have watched them trespass and kidnap and enslave
The lowly ones,
The vulnerable ones,
The perceived inferior ones.
I have witnessed the regal queen
Taken and murdered by her captors.
I have been appalled and dumbfounded
By their muted acts of savagery and cruelty.
And I have been utterly devastated
By the enforced bondage of the black ones,
The nether ones,
The rejected ones.
Great God in heaven!
Where be thy justice?
Great Jehovah, my Lord!
Let the last now,
Be the first!
The Deacon’s Feet of Clay
By Elton Camp
At the fundamentalist church, Larry is a deacon
As a truth-teller, he’s thought a shining beacon
“It is the lake of fire into which liars are thrown.
Truth I always tell so I won’t moan and groan.”
Larry exemplified the family values type man
Since he had two children with his wife, Ann
“From wicked city women, you boys stay away.”
To the young men in the church is what he’d say
When he heard that John went out on a hot date,
He took the lead, the sinner to excommunicate
“You can’t be in this church if your life isn’t clean.
Any who I learn have sinned will find what I mean.”
He boasted the Ten Commandments he’d obey
“I just find it the greatest delight to live that way.”
Larry showed to all that he was such a Bible teacher
Because he had in mind to be the church’s preacher
It would be a whole lot easier job than his at the mill
And that he’d make more money gave him a thrill
Pastor Ezekiel was growing old and his sermons tired
Larry figured that it might be easy to get him fired
He decided that his prospects it might come to advance
If he spoke out against any drinking or song or dance
But once a month, it was off to the big city he did sneak
The spirit was willing, but his flesh, of course, was weak
With a bottle in his hand and a cheap floozie on his arm,
Larry felt that he wasn’t really doing anybody any harm
He staggered out of the bar and toward his car on the street
When to his horror, a member of his church he came to meet
“Why brother Larry, this is certainly an unwelcome surprise.”
The deacon knew he was caught so there was fear in his eyes
He envisioned the board of deacons putting him on the rack
As soon as they heard that of integrity he had such a lack
Larry said, “He who is without sin should toss the first stone.
So how about if we agree to keep this between you & me alone.
For if you should go home and tell this, then I’m sure to be gone
Keep it a secret. The good Lord knows we’re not made of stone.”
A very famous champion,
an inspiring enthusiastic man was he
Who has now departed , yet is quoted,
for many pearls of wisdom
Vociferous king ,
of the boxing ring
A sports star
And such a sport too.
A motivating peace star who shot up to deserved stardom
The earth be proud of such mortal "clay"
Who swayed and reigned hearts,
as well as the pugilist's kingdom
Notes: about the boxing Great:
These below are the selected facts about Muhammad Ali that I personally found very interesting:
First of all that he had the same birthday as my beloved bro Alihur i.e 17th Jan,
The info below is copied from Wikipedia:
Muhammed Ali Clay
Other names
The Greatest
The People's champion
The Louisville lip
Children9, including Laila Ali2]
Awards
5 time Ring magazine fighter of the year3-time lineal heavyweight championSports Illustrated 'Sportsman of the Century'BBC 'Sports Personality of the Century'CSHL Double Helix Medal Honoree (2006)Presidential Citizens MedalPresidential Medal of Freedom[4]International Boxing Hall of Fame[5]Hollywood Walk of Fame[6]
Cassius Clay was born and raised inLouisville, Kentucky, and began training as anamateur boxer when he was 12 years old. At 18, he won a gold medal in the light heavyweight division at the 1960 Summer Olympics in Rome, and converted to Islam shortly afterwards. At 22, he won the WBAand WBC heavyweight titles from Sonny Liston in 1964. Clay then changed his legal name from Cassius Clay, which he called his "slave name", to Muhammad Ali, and gave a message of racial pride for African Americans and resistance to white domination during the 1960s Civil Rights Movement.[12][13]
He was known to for freestyled with rhyme schemes and spoken word poetry, boxing and as political poetry for his activism,
The Potter, drenched in his noon-day sweat,
Sat hunched, cursing his fate;
The Clay which he fiddled with now
And the wheel he made to rotate,
Found him saddedned by a thought--
Saddened by his inward urge:
Should he make two separate
figures?
Or should they be merged?
Straining softly his fingers, first
He carved out a beautiful girl:
She thought how worthy she was made--
On her toes she did twirl..
With another piece of that clay,
The Potter's hands so swift,
Carved-out a man--a handsome Prince,
To be her Worthy gift...
The Sun drenched already the life of him,
And fused it in the clay--
The God-like Potter who played some more,
Thought of it this way.
Now both of them, kept in the Sun--
She'd dance and he'd play...
Soon love came-in at first sight,
But these pieces of clay,
Fell into a trap of envy and
Began the struggle to live--
Both knew of what is their's to take--
None ever learns to give....
Meanwhile the Maker, seeing them crack,
Frowned in great dismay,
Quickly picked up, merged them both
To a single ball of clay:
He thought again, what went wrong
And spun the wheel anew
'Should I make a single figure
Or should I remake the two?'
The Clay, still spinning in itself,
Knew It wanted none;
'Let life of Strife be not mine,
Pray let me stay as one....'
Strange how Life can be more than a story
Plots and characters bring a pleasant thrill
With laughter and tears, some sad and funny
Tragedies and heartaches may bring Pain's chill.
A finite journey men must tread along
But storms and trials make it clear to me
In the end there's a Home where we belong
Our purpose is -with God we're meant to be.
Life one page at a time is no wonder
God's the Author, so trust in Him today
He knows the best- His Love stays forever
And the choice is ours to make, if we may.
As clay to the Potter, let our life be-
A masterpiece for Him all men can see.
All rights reserved~~ Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~02.10.14
Your destiny is...
As malleable as a wet clay.
With the palm of your hand, you can...
Sculpt, shape or mold it however you wish.
You can have fun with a wet clay. Give it
A stretch, shape it like a diamond
Guess what else? You can even
Flatten it like a pancake, or
Twist it like a pretzel. So
Malleable is a wet clay.
Date posted: 04/03/2016
in the potter's hands
a lump of clay is transformed...
an object of worth
9/18/2012
For Black Eyed Susan's
Single Senryu contest