Best Mason Poems
Heaven's sweetest angel, has finally arrived.
God held you in His loving arms, 'til He was satisfied.
Into your little face He looked, before He let you go;
And whispered something in your ear,
That only you would know:
'A prayer I have answered, I've heard it day and night;
It's a wish that has been uttered,
With all of someone's might.
A mommy and a daddy, have asked me for a son,
And it's you that I have chosen
To be their little one.
On the very day you get there,
Their hearts will fill with joy
To know that I have sent them,
This precious baby boy'.
He kissed you on your little cheek, and sent you on your way,
Into the waiting arms of Love...
Where you will always stay."
Stone
Stone so solid so strong
keeper of warmth,
protector of strife,
crafted in to one’s image
guardian of the ones you love.
Mason
Builder of dreams
creator of solid foundations
master, mistress of the arts
carver of love
adept in architecture.
Together
A Temple of love.
A Mason
in Stone,
where one can enter
and become whole
with paradise!
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Snapping beans, the summer pastime
Filling Mason jars
With cornfield or half runners
Filling a crock with layers
Of beans and corn, canning salt
For pickled beans and corn
That would make my mouth water
Peeling ripe red tomatoes
That I called maters
Cutting them in wedges
Placing them in Mason jars
Adding a touch of salt
Sealing the lids and cooking
In a liquid water bath
For enough time to be sure
Those maters were preserved
For the winter weather
Chili, soup or spaghetti
Dicing cucumbers
Mixing them with vinegar
And all the spices, garlic
Everything that makes the best
Pickles ever tasted
They seem such a blessing
When the snowflakes hover
Near the windows, dusting
The entire mountain
With reflections of the season
As the harvest hands over its treasures
Beans, corn, maters and so much more
The wise worker from the fields
Leaves the front porch each day
With scrapes of bean strings, peelings
And excess husks so the pigs
Will be as blessed as the rest of us
Granny showed me how to can
She gave me her instructions
With a hug and a grin
Hoping to remind me to always
Blend a bit of love
Into everything I preserved
From garden to porch
From porch to jar
From jar to dish
Where the love is mixed in
So that everyone who samples
A dish from my kitchen
Knows that I have given
My very best intentions!
Mason Jar
I captured my childhood in a Mason jar
The firefly glowed on and off through the night
I threw the apples in the woods on a thin, brown stick
They were rotten and on the ground
I laughed with my best friend
And her laugh still echoes in my ears
Just like the ice cream truck that carried its melting goodies
for kids with dry mouths and tasty imaginations
We drank homemade grape juice and sweet tea from a jar
We ate homemade salsa from a jar
The jars held of good food and fireflies
and brought bonding to a lifelong friendship
I can still feel the grass blades on my bare feet
The pavement on my back
as I make shapes from floating clouds
The sun was friendly and the air was warm and flower fragrant
Time seemed to stand still for the children
running inside for supper
The night was silent, with only talking stars and moon pie cakes
And on the swing, I could fly and I was sailing into the messy
painted sunset that colored the sky, like it colored my world
I captured my childhood in a Mason jar
And I never let it out
I still carry it with me everywhere I go
Written by: Jennifer Maupin
2010
dividing, between north and south
by a wide belt of leather
is drawn an imaginary Tangent line
called the Mason-Dixon
close your eyes and wander
you won't need GPS
let your lips and hands roam free
and discover many delights
follicles smell of magnolias in bloom
just like the Mississippi trees
see the pleasure in my eyes
as green as Carolina seas
savor all of my kisses
dripping Virginia maple sugar
slide your hand down these long limbs
as soft as Arkansas cotton
juices flowing sweetly
that taste of Georgia Peach
come and explore these treasures
waiting, but within your reach
Each week, viewers of the television saw
what was an over-dramatization of the practice of law.
His intensive questioning got many to confess.
The guilty would often break down into distress.
Here the lawyer was in front of a judge and jury.
The questioned were under oath with a threat of perjury.
Mr. Mason always seemed to outsmart the district attorney.
He grilled those who were perpetrators of crime.
How can one be a lawyer and detective at the same time?
dry cans in cellars full of sweet fruit
covered in dust are beatiful in a way.
all with labels peeling.
the iconic cambells soup cans in tarnished
red and white
set on the shelf like rusty bells on
a church steeple.
not like the empty mason jars on
the front porch half filled with rain.
half with childhood memories of
grasshopper guest and fire fly delights.
She's here even if you can not see her,
She's here even if you can not hear it.
She makes herself known with a crazy purr,
Mia is here, and she will never quit.
Jack watches us from a pleasant distance,
And he charges up to demand our love.
Letting us go is a nonexistence,
For he hovers around us like a dove.
Zinnia attacks Mia like she's prey,
But she kicks and grooms her with a meow.
They both run and roll around as they play,
She's the crazy cat and she's sure to wow.
Mason is the oldest of the four cats,
And he's fluffy like the craziest hats.
I am human,
Born of a woman.
So happy to see the sunlight,
Pleased at the sight of moonlight.
Everything I met here,
Except from my younger ones.
Though life sometimes makes regret,
But I wish to live more.
I love berries,
I love juice.
Love to drink when I am thirsty,
Love to be daily full of food.
Everything that I met here,
I love to have to them.
Beautiful mansion, the flying jet.
The riches and other's men's respect.
I learnt that some men are dangerous,
So I wanna be secured.
I love to be counted among the beautiful ones,
And to hear my Heart saying well done.
I love to be loved by someone,
I love to be grouped among some people.
I love to share my pains with love ones,
I wanna believe I'm saved among some people.
I wanna believe in something,
Things that sweet my conscience.
I wanna be known with something,
That make feel that I'm the blessed.
I'm sometimes happy,
Don't know why things must sometimes go dotty.
Sometimes I feel like I'm flying,
Don't know why I sometimes see myself crawling.
I've control over many things,
But not all if I may tell.
I've been happy about many deeds,
But there are some I deeply regrets.
I've been right to y'all,
But why are y'all now keep naming my wrongs.
I've received share from y'all,
I can now see different faces of rejection.
Two types of expression from the same face,
Why don't y'all remember my good deeds?
Why turneth thine face away?
Are these not those smiling cheeks?
Why did y'all love me as an angel?
Forgetting that I'm human being.
Expecting me to be always perfect,
Not expecting for once that my tongue should slip.
What are you doing to make me forgive myself?
The remembrance of death lies there.
My great grand parent are dead,
One day shall I be next.
Let me be happy about your love in my head,
To take my heart off my inevitable end.
To forget my unforgettable offence,
This is when I need you as my friend.
That I am human being,
The reason to be careful.
That's why you have to take core and deep thinking,
When there are people behind you shouting "hahoo"
lawyers have partners
Perry Mason had Paul Drake
and Della Street too
Pidgin English version - MASON MOUNT_MM10
Mason for the middle,
Fast mo' as a fiddle,
like flashy speed of eagle,
Em sharp for field like needle,
making dem fans scream and giggle,
tongues wag, no briddle,
the talk of legend na just riddle,
This youngito make many mouth mingle,
beats opponents like say dem dey for the taking,
Blue superstar in the making,
monstrous performances & memories Mas makes,
Mason mounting ontop my muse.
Make una some noise for Mason The Mount.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © December 23rd, 2020.
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As this October moon is rising
I’m drifting in your cell
And mingling with each trinket.
I know you all to well.
I know your every coveted curve
And every secret shrine.
Your body is my temple.
I’m drinking in your wine.
I’m lingering on a sidewalk.
I’m humming out a tune.
I’m wanting you so openly
As day is peaking noon.
Come hither to my dim lit quarters
In metallic sugared pace.
Your skin tastes of magnolia
When pulling close your face.
Our basin days will whither
Now touching in a creek,
A combination cold clicked out
A slipping slithered leak.
Like filling up a mason jar
And stapled in a scry.
I’m needing you so openly.
My jar is sudden dry.
R!A K Mason 'SOUND OF BROTHERHOOD'
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Does she still come here
The seasoned philosopher and pen
That chart so will the flesh's crumbling
In easy ecstasy of words?
She had a way, using colors like nouns
That lived and breathed like us
Listen when she describes dust
For her pen is a wand touching words
To become anything she wants them to be
Perhaps she hoped each word would drain
The fountain of her pain
But that leave her bravery no podium
To stand upon for love's encomium
I am thinking of you today, Sue
As poet and person,
Hoping time has not worn out
The last bit of you
And this memory on your leaf
Will fetch a fresh sparkle of dew.
The hearts of poets must find solace
And at some point and somewhere
Seek to drown the clamouring
But like all great poetry
It will write of such and be a drunken debauchery
But the next day
Awake..
Having vented its spleen
And through thumping head
Gain its precious perch upon clarity.
Open hearts and open souls bleed this way
With too much pain
And with too much love
Can find a time to drown
And awake refreshed with clearer eyes
Having seen the bottom of the well
For Sue