Best Crafters Poems
the world craves
more artists
creative souls
sensitive antennas
conceptual skills
performing arts
artisans of beauty
painters
crafters
poets
musicians
dancers
the world craves
more expression
more love
more magic
your life is your gift
back to the universe
be the poem
that moves the world
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~IN THE GARDEN OF MY FANTASY~ 2023
Read on air by invitation ~ July 14, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 2nd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on July 13, 2021 for A BRIAN STRAND JULY 14 POETRY CONTEST sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Originally posted on June 20, 2019
Categories:
crafters, beauty, dance, happiness, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
Yesterday was Button Day;
I somehow let it slip
Or maybe I just chose instead
To button up my lip.
Begun in 1938,
This date was set aside
To celebrate the crafters
Who keep notions stores supplied.
For think about your buttons –
Not those round ones, white and plain
But the myriad varieties
That sewing sites contain.
There are endless shapes and colors
And materials as well,
Most with little holes for threading –
Look real close and you can tell.
Why, the perfect style of button
Can improve a garment’s looks
And as fasteners, they’re easier
Than zippers, snaps or hooks.
Just don’t push somebody’s buttons,
Even one who’s button cute
For on Button Day (or one day late)
We owe them a salute.
Categories:
crafters, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
God Bottles Those Tears
Shed For
Fallen Roses
In Memory Of a Friend
Written: By Tom Wright
5-17-00
Sleep,
Lay heavy o'er the room.
Fading fast, a single Rose,
That once you held, full in bloom,
And some will say, it's too late to cry.
Now,
It's faded petals lay cast.
As papier-mâché, before a crafters broom,
Whose time has come at last?
And some will say, It’s too late to cry.
But now that your Rose has gone
May you not too long lament?
Or dwell on things; perhaps you failed to do,
While her life was yet unspent.
For this, It's too late to cry.
As you stand at open grave site,
Through mind, thoughts come rushing.
Foremost, a cherished Rose is gone
And eyes, with tears are flushing.
But for her fate, you need not cry.
So forego mourning this lovely Rose
Forever from your gloom.
Perhaps, God had need to cut this flower
To brighten some Heavenly room,
And for this, shed tears of joy.
It's said, our shed tears are bottled
But for this Rose, may you soon refrain.
Let your tears be shed instead, for those,
Now lost, while they remain.
Ere it truly becomes," Too Late To Cry ".
Psalms 126: 5 " They that sow in tears, shall reap in joy "
Categories:
crafters, death of a friend,
Form:
Lyric
Pleasant caresses for the ear,
Offers of phrases sweet to hear,
Everyone worthy to be heard,
Telling stories word by word.
Rare INFUSIONs for our eyes,
Young and old the poets rise
Placing word bricks for palace walls
As INEVITABLE memory recalls.
Letting inspired thoughts flow free
Artistic ILLUSION wars with CREATIVITY.
Crafters and artists competing,
EVENTUALLY in this palace meeting.
By: Joyce Johnson
For Linda-Marie's "Poetry Palace" contest. One of the several first places win
Categories:
crafters, imagination
Form:
Acrostic
Courier arrived today,
Doorstep gift in the usual way,
Nothing better than this,
Inhale wool to craft and knit,
It's about textures and threads,
No wool is what I dread,
"Fat chance!' is what the crafters said!
Categories:
crafters, appreciation, creation, hilarious,
Form:
Free verse
The Temptress And Her Dark Spread Wicked Web
Your course was chosen, waiting for you to find it
Love came forth and you sought to forever bind it
Yet earth and sky saw your scheming inner spirit
And in life's madden race, a voice said, just shear it
Mother Nature saw and fiercely shook your rafters
Whilst Fate smiled at those wily little crafters
O' blindness, your melody races ahead
Your soul lives on dirty water and molded bread.
Laugh at those that see your audacious little game
With those selfish whims and you without any shame
Moon mocks you as your lying roars like loud thunder
Tis very true, truth shall bring your dreams asunder.
Your course was chosen, waiting for you to find it.
Love came forth and you sought to forever bind it.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-08- 2022
Sonnet, (Dark)- (Light reveals evil and its tragic deeds exist)
Note:
A sad look back into the darkness, wherein youth and folly collided.. Pain and sorrow flourished. -1977
Categories:
crafters, creation, deep, desire, jealousy,
Form:
Rhyme
We are crafters,I know,
We do things row by row,
We'll do housework at the end of this row,
We said that several hours ago!
Categories:
crafters, addiction, appreciation, fun, giggle,
Form:
Free verse
Here I am, home alone,
I do not whinge or moan,
I have wool and yarn.
For patterns, I do not go far,
Crafters do not need company,
We occupy time quite merrily,
Even if this is Irish craft,
Might be in the bin, I laugh,
So I scribble more poetry,
Home alone with no company!
Categories:
crafters, appreciation, home, how i
Form:
Free verse
A voiceless emoted summer ran amok the muse music's mandolin strummer.
Essence of antiquity wander and sulk...
Arched building's olden archetecture is many awsome massive like hulks.
Gargoyles perch at building eve's set...
Mine eyes have failed to adjust to
strange one's yet met.
Opera houses are filled up to the rafters...
Performed by artist's well talented crafters.
Rained downpours hard on French cities...
Stray alleyed dogs searching for unwary kitty's.
Food scraps are missed by many a moungrel...
Other scraps are found by rats that are half filled with fungul.
Hotels done swamped with bedbugs that bite...
Time to leave this country b'for another wasted spent night.
Categories:
crafters, death, mystery,
Form:
Carol singing,
Jingle bells ringing,
Cookie baking,
Eggnog making,
Shoppers shopping,
Temperatures dropping,
Kettle bells clanging,
Mistletoe hanging,
Package wrapping,
Crafters crafting,
Tree trimming,
Excitement brimming,
Lights flashing,
Children laughing,
Friends calling,
Snow falling,
(wishful thinking),
Cocoa drinking,
Families gathering,
Everyone chatting,
Faces glowing,
Love is flowing,
Church attending,
Knees bending,
Our hearts worshipping,
Christ our King.
12/13/11
Merry Christmas!
Categories:
crafters, holiday,
Form:
Couplet
I know how to party,
On Friday nights, really,
I have crocheting, you see,
A stash of yarn, and coffee,
I'd say that's quite a party,
Hope all the crafters agree!
Categories:
crafters, appreciation, for her, fun,
Form:
Free verse
God, Bottles Our Tears
shed
For Fallen Roses
By: Tom Wright
4/26/00
Sleep,
lay heavy o'er the room.
Fading fast, a single Rose,
that once was held, full in bloom.
Now,
It's fading petals have been cast.
Strewn about as papier-mâché’s,
before a crafters broom,
whose time has came to fast.
Weep,
but mourn not your lovely flower,
forever from gloom,
now, having fulfilled appointed hour.
Swift,
has fallen the petal last,
but from saddening thoughts, refrain.
Granting pleasant memories space
to flourish and remain,
of your Roses' vibrant past.
Psalms: 126 : 5
"They that sow in tears, shall reap in joy"
Dedicated:
To those whose Rose has gone.
Mothers Day 2000
Categories:
crafters, death, death of a
Form:
Lyric
In another narcoleptic nightmare,
along crepuscular curbs
I am endlessly stalked by the depraved.
Their railing against conspiring contrivances.
These gaslighting doctors of spin.
On every corner a barking Icke or Alex Jones,
On every path a fear-mongering Judy Mikovits.
Get hip to all the globalist conspiracies,
Look smart, as all the word-crafters think for you!
Submit, as all the witchcrafters take from you!
These gaslighting doctors of spin.
Everywhere the nebulous deep state threat!
Don’t you know?
OAN told me so,
and Fox News provided the echo.
Co-conspirators of conspiracy conspiring,
Their shrieking against baleful bogeys,
Their immolation of fading truths.
These gaslighting doctors of spin.
Warlord POTUS, a Stalin, and Hitler disciple.
“Truth isn’t truth,” Rudy told us, after all.
The best control of the masses:
choke all channels
with conspiring conspiracy cocktails,
these gaslighting doctors of spin.
Categories:
crafters, allegory, america, emotions, fear,
Form:
Political Verse
At a craft fair, people’s projects
Proudly are displayed,
So would-be customers can stop
To see what they have made.
From jewelry to knitted hats,
To paintings, quilts and soaps,
The crafters eye each passerby;
A stop will raise their hopes.
I feel a little bad if I
Slip by with just a glance
And sense that if I do so,
I’ll receive some looks askance.
Yet if I show some interest
They’re prepared to make a sale
And if that doesn’t happen,
Disappointment will prevail.
I like to go to craft fairs
Though I often wonder why,
For I leave there feeling guilty
If there’s nothing I must buy.
Categories:
crafters, art, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Crafters and Makers
How Bless you are if you can craft and make your living.
Not too many people can craft an idea or merchandise to
make a living. Crafters and Makers-How Bless they are
to be living in this country to copyright their items and
make a living.
Categories:
crafters, africa, america, autumn,
Form:
Prose Poetry