Best Girder Poems

(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone, brick and muck.
Main waterway, depending on era
town or sailor beck, though far from sea it be,
many a hour spent there,
us...

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These Hands, These Hands

I have seen hands like this before
In every size and color
Hands that are parched and withered
Strong hands, tired hands
Hands that can bear any load
Hurting hands that are calloused
And bent, yet these hands can be
Gentle as a kitten’s paw
Ready and able to hold...

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Oblong outlines of a soul
Stretched in elliptical misery
Redefines the perfect circle
To a breakable volatile tautness

Loosely cloaked in sheaths of epitonic blue
Draped upon the shrinking body to hide a terrified world 
Dressed in swirling ominous patterns of anonymity
To be lost within the deepest abyss of fatal...

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From whose words,the ten commandments
It doesn't matter,you shouldn't break
The lord you see,as it reads
You shall have no other gods before me
If you shall ever do wrong by these commandments
You'll feel the pain
You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain
If you...

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Murder of a Sheep Herder

On a tall cross that had a girder
They caused what was to be murder
Of Son of God our sheep herder.

Jim Horn...

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As if a child should understand an  adult’s muddle,
putrid oil slick puddle,
the dreadful pain we foist on wide-eyed offspring.
Robotic elders crush with rigid slabs of Portland censure,
 whatever spark remains in tiny rosebud coloured cheeks,
 before their prime.
Those innocents should never have to wrap,
their...

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Follow The Steel

Protect the sanctity of the steel
The loins of the towers rumbled
At their bases leaving a traumatic loss
The world will never forget this day

When the twins fell and flight 93
Sacrificed themselves to save the 
Untold thousands on the ground
Staining our soil with their blood

The...

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Mercurial splendor; earth, sky the 
props
Sunlight glints through 
effervescent drops
Fluorescent beams glisten through 
glowing treetops
O'er grassy plain, steel girder slides 
and hops
Colorful symphony earth's 
footstool for heaven's grandeur 
swaps
An arcing prism of neon across the 
horizon crops...

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Mostly it's just gluing bones together
ones found in a well furrowed field
a scattering of empty joints,
undetectable until tripped over.

An iron-age rebar
can be dug for
it will girder one socket to another.

The framework reconstructs itself
emptiness becomes whole
yet still see through.

There are sharp edges and blunt sounds,
they will...

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As if in opposition it stood
Like a distress call from a precarious time
Juxtaposed perpendicular to an open grass laden field
A horizontal girder of ominous warning
A marker of trespass.

Abandoned, it was kept secret for many years
I have stumbled upon this inherent passage in time.
This parapet before...

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I drove down the boulevard as I did a thousand other times
Passing by the aged blue-gray house - the bachelor's pad across the street
Hunkered down like storm clouds in a mist of yesterday's legacy 
And there he stood....the soulful captive, haunting his past
Black pants with...

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If I could be a raft
I would gladly rescue you
If I could be a branch 
I would float as close to you as I could 
so that you could grab a hold of my buoyancy
If I were a rainbow I would shine 
just so you...

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went on rampage
they never would act their age
creating much rage

what we always did dread
had nightmares sleeping in bed
more people were dead

when willow did weep
we would count the wooly sheep
soon were sound asleep

behind was facade
our minds they would seem to prod
God will love and laud 

in...

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He records the works of his life, the ephemera
he once scrawled onto the tissue thin,
thinking them indelible blueprints.
Most were fables told to a dying legend,
Pastimes, that were chariot wheels
for his little red wagon.

He is an inventor of sorts, an engineer
of impossibilities.
He accumulates metallurgical oddments
for mechanical...

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My boredom stretches like a steel girder across the abyss
to wherever it is that boredom ends.
My dog wines his most insistent whine,
the one that says, “I’m bored too”.

The TV runs, background noise to the dog’s whine.
I sigh and wonder how many more seconds till the...

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