Best Crafter Poems
To Daddy, Mama, Billy-Bro, Punky and Massachusetts....
Glazed, deep snow, virgin crunched under my aimless walk
as I idle rambled onward through a vacant, bare-treed park.
Sun was so high that its brightness flashed sparkling pastels.
Fleeting blue spots danced randomly and surrounded me
with images of us until old tears appeared and newly swelled.
In and out, snow to house, young you and me in tender years
of igloos, snowmen, skating, snow ball laughing and fighting,
in animal mittens Mama knitted and snow suits tightly snug.
On some far stage, I feel sure we are still close and at play,
but today I have no smile to curl, just winter’s bleak weight
from tons of missing and reminiscing for my ill, lost brother.
Climbing a hill covered in deep snow reminded me how thick
my own thoughts were sadness bogged, of love now long gone
that was once joyously caught and I swear that hill mocked me.
My legs moved on their own accord as memories of other hills
caught my heart and held it painfully, eloquently still-scored.
Looking up as though Daddy could see me, remember with me
the hand holding and hill rolling he showed me decades ago
as his delight from falling snow created and molded my own.
Years later it was my son’s hand he held, watching icicles melt
while from a distance I watched their silence spill laughter
and their sled fly hills, growing a bond now many winters gone.
At hills peak, I felt my aches that winter etched as pains’ crafter.
Memories where finality marks each season, hurt me most of all.
Categories:
crafter, brother, childhood, dad, death,
Form:
Free verse
Tell Me -Who Do You Say That I Am?
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Word
First voice to enlighten creation’s realms
Word of prophet’s words from mystic mystery runes
Prophecy and proverb wearing vision
Flow from pure agape
Living Psalm
A to Z – song composed – never a chord that stumbles -
The perfect chaste circle drawn in round circumference
Architect of straight lines with no wobbles -
Unbroken circumcised covenant – designer of my soul
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Anointed Mighty
Unreachable star embraced
Crafter of restoration for rebellion thrashing
Defies disabled limbs with steps of faith
Transfiguration of blackness to see the eternal face
Opens ears to hear thunder’s glory
Dines with astonished tree dwellers
Full measure of mercy’s undisturbed pulse
Knows each of my words before they breathe
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Righteousness
Metamorphosis of nativity
Bottomless paradigm of favor
Wheat and grape in synchronicity
Holds back the hand that flings the stone
Raises up cowering shame
Eyes of perfect sight plan perfection’s gift for each heart
Pristine living covenant
My enigma’s answer – my conundrum’s solution
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Eternal
Valentine of paradise
Eden’s immaculate reforestation
Vine of the endless unblemished harvest
Anointed eternity with us
Wholeness of a holy rainbow
Gold - no need to be refined
Face of forever consolation
My first breath in every season’s restoration
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
You are I AM.
4-27-21
Contest: Tell Me. Who Do You Say I Am?
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
crafter, faith, jesus, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
I have no wish to partner with armor making my defenses sharper –
it is spiritual truth I seek to garner.
I choose to never deliberately hush any moments passing brush –
but try absorbing its full blush.
I strive to never miss night’s surrender as her curtain unfolds tender –
flaring my sense of splendor.
I retain my dreams with no border or restrictive list for order –
to nurture even as I grow older.
I will not abandon laughter as one sure inner joy crafter –
well worth sharing and looking after.
I shall never avoid emotional pain or swallow their teary refrain –
though I refuse to tote their stain.
I decline to record my mistakes on any lined journal page -
errors serve my life's as my sage.
walk slow and light my feet
to the corner of my time
where my best self is dwelling,
waiting to be claimed as mine.
Categories:
crafter, philosophy,
Form:
Lyric
A friend I'd like - someone like me
Fun and cheeky, full of integrity.
Gardening lover, nature attuned
of life's useless baggage pruned
perhaps also a crafter of words
Enjoying too, the flight of birds
A hawk winding a spiral on the wing
is a particularly magical thing.
So here be a quirky, crazy, active sort
Uses gift of the gab in glowing retort.
Nature guardian and explorer of seaside pools
Crafty proponent for reading the rules!
Written 15 June 2018 for Contest: Qualities you admire in Friends
Categories:
crafter, friend, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
I Am…
Woman – give me life to nurture
Wife – give me two lives made one
Singer – give me arias of symphonies
Poet – give me words to move the heart
Dancer – give me waltzes and tap shoes
Joker – give me whimsy born of laughter
Dreamer – give me bright visions to follow
Worker – give my hands tasks every morning
Leader – give me visions to plan
Athlete – give me grace to soar over hurdles
Explorer – give me unmarked roads to ponder
Artist - give me scenes to remember
Gardener – give me seeds for future harvests
Crafter – give me scraps of life to weave together
Seeker – give me puzzles to solve
Lover – give me a heart that reaches out
Mother – give me lives to encourage
Child of God – give me brothers and sisters to cherish
Believer – give me the joy of Heaven’s prayer
Prophet - give me sight through the fog
I am…. Made of yesterday, today - maybe tomorrow.
I am not I AM but long to see this face.
Categories:
crafter, me,
Form:
Bio
A Blitzing Christmas Carol
The birth of Christ
The birth He sacrificed
Sacrificed for man
Sacrificed with a plan
Plan for forgiveness
Plan of Christmas
Christmas is festive
Christmas is restive
Restive of waiting
Restive of separating
Separating of love
Separating from above
Above where Angels Sing
Above on an Angels wing
Wing of a dove in flight
Wing of peace this night
Night of joy and caroling
Night of rest and healing
Healing with a Christmas gift
Healing hearts with a lift
Lift up your arms
Lift up the harms
Harms that we do
Harms that renew
Renew the joy
Renew and destroy
Destroy the hate
Destroy and create
Create smiles and laughter
Create like a crafter
Crafter of Christmas cheer
Crafter of presents is here
Here comes Santa Clause
Here he gets applause
Applause in the shopping malls
Applause through the halls
Halls with boughs of holly
Halls with fa la la of jolly
Jolly old St. Nick
Jolly old man is thick
Thick layers of snow
Thick enough to throw
Throw away the plate
Throw in to celebrate
Celebrate in the Lord
Celebrate with reward
Reward in eternity
Reward of fraternity
Fraternity...
Christianity ...
Nov.29.2017
A Blitzing Christmas
Sponsored by: taai tekai
Background music composed by same poet...using 'Mixcraft' recording studio software...Happy Holidays
Categories:
crafter, christmas,
Form:
Blitz
On Devil’s Night
There once was a devil queen on Whispering Lane
Mean and cunning her crew driven insane
For millenniums hurling malice
Content in her palace
Casting a malevolent muse throughout her reign
The King no longer amused by sonnets that shame
Concoction’s of besmirchment tangents that defame
He sends for his men
Calls out to them
bring me an enchanted quill before the sunrise flame
On Devil’s Night…
Along trails a fairy ascends with cascading red hair
Whilst devil queen sleeps inside her musky lair
Dreams of incantations
linking locution associations
Hater of poetry that allures not hers drives despair
As the fairy sings with an angel's voice
The King listens he has made his choice
Let it be so my loyal Jester
the fairy you‘ll sequester
The zealous Jester lures to come rejoice!
The jealous devil queen a tedious word crafter
Responsible for cancelling laughter
Now casts her spell
expelling the fairy to hell
It’s there she sings her happily ever afters
You see she was in a realm from hell, and not even a spell could save her.
The new reign of elect it is when she’s saved, and the devil queen will finally reflect. Denouncing her kingdom and foreboding.
Keep Fairys free! To express their poetic revery
Categories:
crafter, angel, anger, anxiety, evil,
Form:
Limerick
Anna-Marie
Mother, poet, crafter, friend
Daughter of Margaret and Robert
Lover of husband Craig, sons Ben and Michael
Who feels pain, love and priveledged
Who fears pain, hurt, unknown and drops (of type where land falls away)
Who would like to see friends overseas and things that remain unseen
like life after death and answers to ghostly/spiritual beings
Resident of Pembrokeshire, Wales, UK
Docherty
Categories:
crafter, art, caregiving, computer-internet, dedication,
Form:
Bio
The Altar
(From The Old New Home FWB Church)
Written: By Tom Wright
5/14/2006
It was at this dated altar that first I knelt
Being a mere babe in Christ at the time
I’ve attempted to recapture the feelings I felt
When much younger and yet in my prime
To some it is seen, just old varnished wood
For some crafter to make some small things
But my mind carried back as best it could
To its origin and the fond memories it brings
I try to put faces with mental tear stains found
And think of vows once uttered not to falter
Quietly I ponder if the walk is yet sound
Of those who knelt at this old New Home Altar
I hear shouts echoing that Saints would raise
And visualize hands lifted toward the sky
In services that closed with handshake and praise
The Holy Spirit could be felt from on high
I stare at the carving on its underside and read
“Come unto me and I will give you rest”
I think of the times I have knelt there to plead
For others, or Grace, when facing some life test
Now, this New Home altar has a new home to be
It weighs heavy with memories of past years
God touched your hearts and you thought of me
God knows our hearts and bottles our tears
Categories:
crafter, emotions, inspirational, religious,
Form:
Rhyme
Lassie, pretty, invincible pleasure
The pride of a skilled crafter!
There lived on the landscapes a farrier,
By the ruins of Ottoman Empire.
His daughter, heaven's courtier!
A professional innkeeper;
Sometimes serving the Royal Jester;
Sometimes guardian of her.
That pleasant horizon for a dreamer,
That they sacrifice in the frontier
Of love, appeal and offence everywhere!
Where lassie's fragrance pioneer,
Torturing forlorns by means unfair!
Those clouds might dare
To split into colors of her;
But had never!
All that crawls on land and those travels in air,
And invisible hands are her tributer!
The fireflies suffer
Whilst she trespass the heart of winter,
Alone into those woods frozen by the touch of her;
Soft, legs of benevolent fur!
Lassie,the alluring chapter
Of course the forlorn's desire!.....
Categories:
crafter, imagination,
Form:
Imagism
Just as a boy grows into teenager
he is bound to one day grow into man
I think it's when he is just five years old
He becomes a demolition fan
At that juncture it's all about the tools
To dismantle what works perfectly well
They may be begin plastic at the start
But it triggers something in their cells
A teenager will start with something small
A lawnmower, dirt bike, then on to cars
Then as he ages and gain life experience
The quest for tools is written in the stars
It starts with a simple set of wrenches
Then moves on to socket sets and ratchet
Not just ASE, they need metric as well
A tool store is a veritable banquet
Metal worker, wood crafter, mechanic
Plumber a welder and electrician
Wrapped up in a testosterone package
Needing a new tool for the next mission
Watch as his eye light, when reaching for a tool
That's new to the market sitting on display
It's no longer about simple fun in an old cardboard box
It will be tools from now till his dying day
Categories:
crafter, family, funny, sonold, day,
Form:
Rhyme
The Crafter
From her pantry inventory
A list of ingredients, she selects
A spoon of this, - a cup of that
A delicate food, she projects
From off the dirty forest floor
A large log is obtained
Sawed, molded, sanded and polished
A beautiful object can be claimed
"Things" are crafted by human hands
That do enhance the way we live
But they are paled, when compared
To what our Savior, has to give
From the womb of a lowly virgin
Amid a meager atmosphere
Untainted by the touch of man
The advocate for sin, did appear
A plan God crafted, for all mankind
To restore Eden's bond
With love to great for us to fathom
Extended to all, who will respond
My goal is simply, to proclaim
There is hope for a fallen race
All who will heed the Savior's plea
Can be redeemed, by His grace
Colan L Hiatt = 01-02-15
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Categories:
crafter, bible,
Form:
Rhyme
Agony is nigh ever-present in humanity.
It is the nefarious antagonist that unabashedly lurks in the shadows;
And With detestable malice, it strikes with a hellish wrath.
This abhorrent lash is the unintentional crafter of heroism.
It inadvertently forges a shield that encompasses willpower;
And from it, absolute fortitude inhabits its beholder.
To wield this hallowed bulwark, an adamantine resolve is vital.
For the wielder is bequeathed with the insignia of gallantry;
And with this newly reaped brand, one must also retain humility.
Inevitably, the herculean task of attaining leadership takes its toll.
It Will, unfortunately, weigh on the heart of its heritor incessantly;
Despite this, its proprietor must remain vigilant and compassionate.
Categories:
crafter, courage, emotions, inspirational, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Mahi's husband was hungry
Hungry in his longing
One day to be able to stay at an Ashram
His aptitude for yoga was insurmountable
Money was not plentiful and savings were low
The journey would be expensive
Mahi was a brilliant crafter
Being habile made her weaving exceptional.
So she spent all her spare time
Weaving and exchanging her wares
Came the day when she called ..." Ayush"
Giving him the monies she had saved
The journey was made
Ayush's hunger fulfilled
Home was once more a place of happiness.
Poem written on 22 October 2020
Random words were..husband..hungry..ashram..habile..exchanged.
Categories:
crafter, love,
Form:
Verse
Love is the master and we but it's slave
yet as a slave we can enter into a world of pain
To aim for the stars and crave the one you love
feels so right and yet can lead to darkend days
lovers of drugs lovers of drink can build a world of pain
when following the road of love your heart leaps for joy
the world of life brighter with eachy single day
yet the journey through drink is loaded with suffering
It can feel so right to gain the threshold of love
the joy of sharing your life with your dreams
the beauty of living your life with your rose
but dreams are just part of life
bills and reality set in
two wages two people make for an easier life
one wage and drinks illness make for a struggle
the mind is tested forever finding fault
The mind is tested forever dreaming of solutions
the mind is tested forever rebuilding from the pain
we are but slave's to our love wanting joy and happiness
yet finding the pain of broken dreams
When doing wrong feels so right
we follow the road of love and that feels so right
yet we live with the effects of drink
the battles and the war and that is so wrong.
I live each day hoping that perhaps this week
the love of my life will climb above the suffering
yet each day thousands of people live
knowing tomorrows broken promise
knowing the dreams our lovers spin
might never be real
knowing that there love, might never be whole
addiction the crafter of lies building the pain of tomorrow.
Bernard Barclay 17.08.2014
Categories:
crafter, abuse, addiction, drug,
Form:
Rhyme