Best Lego Poems
Lego in many fresh colours
they belong to my brothers
Hocus pocus, endless adventure
turning up the temperature
They love these building blocks
driven by imagination, create a red fox
There are no limits to what you can build
The Eiffel Tower probably 300 meters, so thrilled
The world's best playtime
... evening or daytime
One day, a talented lass or fellow,
a special one with face of yellow,
will find the piece of resistance,
from it's hiding refuge underground,
and with a noble army at the helm,
this MasterBuilder will thwart the kragle and save the realm,
and become the greatest, most interesting person of all times,
and it is true because it rhymes.
They are the building blocks of the child mind,
Sets science of creativity beyond the edge of grind,
For a few the ‘minifigures’ are a collector’s item,
But for all ages it is a natural creative game,
The bricks are the basic cells, colourful and bright,
Multitude of shapes they lock together in delight,
For the youngest, there are the ‘duplo’s to build,
As they grow older, they develop new creative skills,
‘The Juniiors’, ‘The City’, ‘Friends’ and toys humane,
Are all ‘Creator’s paradise out of solitary cells,
Combinations galore put imagination to rock,
Build with a feel from a never-ending stock,
There are ‘Fairies’ and ‘Barbies’ for the girls,
While the boys traverse though the adventure world,
‘Superheros’ in ‘Invation’ of ‘Starwars’ alight,
‘Castles’, ‘Chima’ and ‘Ninjago’ in future sights,
Scriptures needs not be followed, build as per your freewill,
A City, a car or even a complete castle atop a hill,
Motors, switches, powered devices and robotic ‘mindstorms’,
All electronics lock on to an excellent platform,
The iconic toys sets their origins to Denmark,
Out from the creative mind of Ole Kirk Christiansen’s works,
To build a collection is ones childhood dream,
To get a gift echoes delights unrestrained screams!
So a poet you want to be
playing with words
like a child with lego
at his mothers knee
using the bricks to build something new
like words to express how your feeling blue
or red for a wall or if your happy instead
the wall willl be strong
and the words well read
so you can create an image for all to see
one will be solid
and seen through the eyes
the other a picture still
yet built in the mind
I had only just begun to understand
the meaning of death when my uncle died.
Before him, death was something that
happened to family members of which
I had never seen nor spoken to.
Sometimes they were brought back to
us during dinner time, Dad would down
his beer and speak of their yesteryears.
The day my uncle died my mothers face
changed it sagged like a wet flannel
stuck to a bathroom wall.
She grew large sacks under her eyes
these were where here tears gathered
I remember thinking.
And her face, her face reminded me of
my little lego mans, he had fallen from
his turret into the hungry coal fire two
years before, Father rescued him from
the flames, carried him like a newborn bird
in the soft folds of his palm.
When father returned him to me, his face
was suspended, frozen yellow droplets
ran down his yellow smiling face.
After the funeral and after those unknown
well wishers had drunk themselves sad
I fetched my little Lego man, and replaced
his head with the smiling pirates one
I gave it to my mother, and she like the Pirate smiled.
Lego Cities
Square blocked infrastructures formed from a meddling mind
engineered and fused together with sticky grape popsicle fingers
the Lego Babylon rises with its hanging gardens
strewn along the carpet floor.
A Mesopotamian oasis of multi-colored plastic struts
carelessly scattered for archeologists to decipher.
All those strange cuneiform residues of fingerprints
left by the sugar filled deity who set them in place.
Catalyst of that industrial architect
whose cubicle fortress of a daydreaming metropolis
sits in the corner of the living room
awaiting its devastation from future gods
armed with vacuums and nap times.
nathan martin 2009
Mum..Why did you give me lego hair.?
To upstage my Alan Carr teeth
And stretch that grey nylon pinefore
Tight
To ridicule my chubby young knees
And why dear mummy
Was my elastic bands so tight
As they struggled around my chubs
Was Battleship grey
The fashion
Of socks those days..
Dear mummy
.
Me thinks not!
Robotics
Gears. Blocks.
Moving, building, impressing, sense of accomplishment
Intelligent, futuristic, privilege,
Robotics
Do you ever have those days
When your mind wonders in a haze
And you take yourself through time and space
Back to your child hood, that special place
And you think of toys you would never share
Your Transformers, your fav teddy bear
But in a Tupperware box under the bed
Some little dudes can be found
Each with plastic for a head
And though living in darkness
Not seen for a while
Relentlessly they continue to smile
One has no legs,
Pulled apart like stick
Split down the middle
Like a cheap conjurers trick
But these chaps were always there
Ready to fight, ready to follow me
On the fore front of design
Plastic pioneers of technology
So Forget about Barbie, forget about Ken
This poems my tribute to the brave Lego Men
Higher and higher,
brick by brick.
Snapped together
makes them stick.
Green on the bottom
then blue, then red.
Add one more block,
take it down instead.
Maybe a white one,
or maybe a black.
Who knows how high
I can make them stack?
When I am done,
I will let you know.
So, just let me play
with my Lego.
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
Have you ever thought life was like Lego?
With all of its interlocked pieces?
Mothers and fathers, grandparents and siblings,
And cousins and nephews and nieces.
Have you ever thought life was like Lego?
All squared off, each piece has its place,
And when your work reaches achievement,
Sit back with a smile on your face.
Have you ever thought life was like Lego?
So easy to knock it all down,
One moment the pieces resplendent,
The next broken making you frown.
Have you ever thought life was like Lego?
Press hard if you need things to stay,
Hard work while you put it together,
But great times with it as you play.
Have you ever thought life was like Lego?
With its colours of blue, white and red,
Or maybe I haven’t quite got it,
Life’s more like a jigsaw instead!
There once was a young lad named Garrison
whose Lego skills had no comparison.
A few thousand more pieces?
Aptitude just increases:
in a flash, he’s outbuilding everyone.
Press release from the LEGO FOUNDATION:
The LEGO Foundation assist children with autism to build confidence by sponsoring centers to show children how to increase self esteem by exercising their creativity with LEGO. Children have proved to have real boosts in confidence and discover new strengths.
It’s a miracle how quickly our children grow in body and mind. Learning through play helps children develop the skills they need to thrive. The LEGO Foundation have an ever growing body of evidence to illustrate this.
Consider children who lose the opportunity for education during war. Children who are forced to move into refugee camps and wait for years to return to normal if ever, with no opportunity for schooling. Also once hunger, medical needs and fresh water issues are addressed in struggling areas, heathy development of children's minds is an issue.
Lego also donate age specific LEGO kits to 24 underdeveloped or war torn countries world wide every year.
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LEGO Nursery Rhyme.
One Brick at a time
I build my LEGO so it stands real tall.
I have no problem with that at all.
Now its time to make a Ferrari car.
If I can do this I will be a star.
I use all the pieces that I had.
I think its time that I called dad.
Something didn’t go quite right.
Dad says we will be up all night
Kid sister was going to bed.
She offered her big Lego Bricks instead.
Ahh it seems dad is on the right track.
Hey dad, I want my LEGO kit back !
Building with my Lego toys toys toys,
brings my hands such joys joys joys.
Red blocks, blue blocks, yellow too,
building gives my hands something to do.
Lego blocks shaped like a bird and a tree
other blocks put together and shaped like a bee.
Lego blocks collected in a red bin
Leave the bin on the table to play again.
He built a tower,
he stacked it high -
but couldn't climb it,
which made him cry.
She made a lorry,
but lost a wheel,
then bashed her brother -
oh, hear him squeal.
'I'm banning Lego,'
their Mummy said.
'I tripped and stumbled -
and banged my head.
Now go to bed!'