Best Mender Poems
Labored breaths echo throughout the bolted space.
A doom sensation overtakes the place of solace.
Her eyes scan for any exit.
Light scrambles through a cracked door.
A window glows, ajar.
Too far away for the taking, her body immobilizes.
She strives to breathe... even that threatens to cease.
Silent screams gasp for life,
as if trying to turn a door with breath.
A wave of wet beads seethe from her skin,
like lakes between boulders.
Her shoulders rise like hefty mountain weights
summoned to a stomach of scrambled sand.
In a kaleidoscopic instant, from the perceived exit,
enters a tuxedo hero, donning sporty socks,
flaunting a solid strut.
Up, he jumps upon her lap, like
the reward of a clapping audience.
His constant fur coat would be a king's boast.
Like melted butter on toast, he spreads his warmth.
A reverberating purr becomes the mender of broken emotions.
Hyperventilation fades to mimic his oceanic vibes.
2/26/2019
My little one, my fairy
Laughter twinkles in my ears
Making smiles out of my fears
Oh pretty one, my mirror
Oh little one, my mender
Light my way, my fairy
Emotions so clear in his face
So open, trustful, so in place
Oh small one, so slender
Oh lovely one, much svelter
Than I was, my fairy
But now I win, slip of a thing
Your high pitched voice while you sing
Oh, mellow one, so foreign
Oh, little one, unbroken
Go your way, my fairy
We’ll meet again on foreign ground
I will not stop until I’ve found
Oh, little one, I found you
Oh, little one, I found you.
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April 13, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
A cobbler may balance his trade, the mending of soles
With that of a mender of souls, exchanging roles
With a man of the cloth, making two Roman officials
Wroth, in the opening scene of Shakespeare's 'Julius Caesar'
Yet when barefoot you walk, on cobblestone streets
It's quite hard to focus on spiritual needs
So there is, indeed, a connection between a man of the cloth and a cobbler
Perhaps more than between an elected official and a squabbler
Winter’s breath sighs splendor,
Causing love’s surrender,
Bleeding fondness and grace,
Love is no pretender,
Soft warmth you can’t erase.
Winter’s breath sighs splendor,
Stirring faith so tender,
Joy seeps into the soul,
Wonders God shall render,
Silence who can console.
Winter’s breath sighs splendor,
True love won’t offend her,
Love survives the bitter,
A chill that could end her,
This love is no quitter.
Winter’s breath sighs splendor,
Dusk’s dreams, though so slender,
Abide inside to grieve,
Love is the heart’s mender,
Through the cold, just believe!
MATHEMATICS
Most Momentous Majestic Monitor
Anytime Affirmative analyzing accuracy
Top Trainer tuning treating talent
Humdinger Hero having highest honor
Excellent Explorer explaining efficiently
Marvelous Methodical Mind Mender
Acquisitive Analytic approaching applying accuracy
Terrific Teacher thinking tutoring tactfully
Ideal Instructor initiating intense intelligence
Capable Cultivator countering correcting chaos
Sagacious Systematic Scientific Searcher sorting solution
10/15/15
A cobbler from a distant land
is a mender of torn and worn-out shoes
He prefers mending hopeless shoes
than slightly-damaged boots
He will not charge you if your shoes cry out loud
He will only speak soft words
That your heart can hear out loud
One cobbler who sings while mending
One's pair of shoes, weary and sad for tending
One cobbler who tells a story about caring
Caring for people, even without knowing
Billy Joe was a caring bartender
who tried to be a broken-heart mender.
But stories of woe
put him in a hole.
Now he's gone on a two-week bender.
Blaring grinding blares thy engine
In mending together humanity’s ails,
Flickering light shines thy mender
In shining some light in humanity’s ails.
Sacrificial lamb in mending thy breaks
In little a price for sweats consumed,
Hearing impairment, a risk to come
In shining some light to humanity’s ails.
Shielding thy eye from blind man's woe
Lest an error to move with sticks,
Shielding thy hands from animal’s woe
In shining some light to humanity’s ails.
On, thy aches from blaring machine
In fixing thy job to earn thy pay,
Mending thy rod, the welder’s task
In shining some light in humanity’s ails.
There once was a gentle man so humble before all
who were common and before all who were great.
Never did He bow down before man nor worldly kings.
This one man talked about what true love is... not about politics.
This man who stepped down here below became a loving
carpenter, a builder and a mender of something more than
just a piece of furniture.
There were only a certain few that could follow him and
comprehend the magnitude of what His presence would
mean to us all.
The visions of such possibilities were not understood by all.
This man, God's kingly Son, ruler of another world if not more
was one in whom Father God was well pleased with.
The Kingdom was not only at hand but had arrived this moment
right before their eyes.
The prick of the thorn, the heat of Satan could be felt lashing
into this brave man's flesh... he had tempted him with every pleasure
and even a place of rule upon the Earth.
God forbid in Satan's mind that there should be room for
Heaven and Earth's rebirth... an existence without him? Unthinkable
in his mind.
S.E. Clark copyright 2011
Fresh Snow…
Undisturbed…
except by the horse tracks behind him
and the sagebrush,
like polka dots on a bed sheet,
stretching to the mountains ahead.
He’s alone but far from lonely
as he rides up through the snow
along a sagging fence line
with the valley down below.
Pausing where the wire is down
this old fence mender looks around
to see if he can find a clue
of just what critter busted through.
But fresh snow…
Undisturbed
covers any sort of sign
except those horse tracks back behind.
So he picks up the wire
nails it back in its place
under gray skies that cover
this wide open space.
Then the clouds split apart
by shafts from the sun
as if they’re God’s spotlight
on a job that’s well done.
Shadows shorten.
Boot and horse tracks
melt together as one
and tight wire is all that’s left behind.
Jeff Hildebrandt © 2004
You cut me deep and I will always surrender
You slice me again and I will never mender
Your cold shoulder makes me shiver
When its almost gone you still want the last sliver
When you slash me open and take it from my chest
I still care for you and give you my best
When you cut me and rip me apart
Ill bend down and pick up the pieces of my broken heart
You long for everything that’s inside
My heart id here for you to divide
With my soul I don’t need to live
It’s mine alone and mine to give
When you slash me open and take it from my chest
I still care for you and give you my best
When you cut me and rip me apart
Ill bend down and pick up the pieces of my broken heart
When you crush the muscle with your clenched fist
I’ll still be there because I simply can’t resist
When you slice deep because that’s just who you are
I’ll still love you and take it and just bare the scar
When you slash me open and take it from my chest
I still care for you and give you my best
When you cut me and rip me apart
Ill bend down and pick up the pieces of my broken heart
It rumbles as the storm begins
Frustration strikes all with in
Raging wars on peaceful land
In the end there is no lending hand
For bonds are ripped and torn
The mender is completely worn
Sick from furious waves
Full of overwhelming craze
The sea itself has been iced over
As unrealistic hopes dreadfully lower
The calm is so far into the distant
Its meaning becomes nonexistent
Misinterpreted loved ones
Are mistaken as the burden
The obscure truth is masked in doubt
Heavily hanging in the air
Such animosity, not a soul should ever bear
OUR LOVE TOOK FLIGHT
Written by: Catherine Reinke
Poems of others
I’ve read to you
of my love lost,
heartbreak and sorrow.
But to you
neglected, rejected
outstanding and true,
this poem will
not wait another tomorrow.
My head and heart
were turned from you,
our love steadfast,
yet I was blue.
My heart split in two.
One for he
And one for you.
In our bed
confused our heads
Is our love dead?
Who am I this aging soul,
lost in torment hells death door?
Graveyards simmer.
My life gets dimmer.
No more shimmer,
aged and thinner.
Sexless sinner.
Shut up!
Headache shouts
no more bed
nor sex to couch.
Ugly, ragged
haggard too
can not stand the sight of you.
Married bliss lost indeed,
looking for a younger steed.
So are you… don’t deny,
Younger she, has caught your eye.
Once together we were wed.
Want no other in our bed.
On this day all has changed.
Wanting not you,
nor the same.
Hate you replaced
love this night.
All our years of love
took flight.
Can not even converse blindly
Foul language curse and slimly.
You ***** from Hell,
can’t stand your yell.
All from now
from grace you fell
this I tell your soul to sell
Money maker made you from I.
Can not find our love, I sigh.
Dollars big green and tall
Dollars spent in shopping malls.
So small feel I
from love with held.
Once too many times I fell.
Fell from heaven to
earth below.
Fell from love to hate now flow.
Alone not I, loveless whore.
spending money, legs closed door.
Heart warmth not tender,
frozen no hopeful mender.
Send me, send me
Forgetful alcohol bender.
Drink me stupid
cold and frigid.
Do not touch me
sorry so candid.
But you destroy
all gentle in me.
Mean and spiteful,
***** all three.
Once a beauty prize for thee
until this garage wreck made me.
Throw me in trash belong.
Let me end my sad, sad song.
Life has passed me by this time,
another life make not of slime.
Believe not then, this future dream.
That love is other than it seams.
Needy, hungry passion pair
devils delight watch and stare.
Not at first you took your bite.
So slowly steady,
our love took flight.
Out of sight.
Our weak love night.
No more love
Can I fight.
The mocking is shocking
Aunty Mavis stopped rocking
Then mourners were flocking
A cavalcade blocking
The streets of South Dorking
Rumours and talking
Like vultures out squawking
Proportionate baulking
Reputation ignoring
So boring, I'm snoring
The eulogy diction
Precise in it's fiction
The perfect life stitched on
Close the sale, get the pitch done
Now the coffin is sliding
The red curtain slow gliding
Velvet box soon residing
On a mantle piece hiding
It's a travesty clearly
Distant relatives merely
Hanging round for a number
Pass the bread and cucumber
Social etiquette blunder
Now poor Mave is asunder
The circus is closing
Uncle Sid is left dozing
With sandwiches curling
The world keeps on whirling
Lesson learned: be a spender
Be a builder, defender
A love fight contender
Not reciever, but sender
All that thrift doesn't render
A relationship mender
Remember, remember
God decides where to send ya
When it's goodnight Vienna
Sam Scott
24th September 2023
Touch tender has now gone extinct
Nobody has the time
Deadened hearts, no longer love inked
Mankind’s deaf to love’s chime
To be a child again
Devoid of feral stain
Mindful of other’s pain
Mind bender
Touch tender
~~~
Touch tender that once was the norm
Is nowhere to be found
Sharing, caring, endearment warm
Now buried underground
Fast pace makes life a blur
Feeling not love throbs stir
Unless head-head concur
Heart mender
Touch tender
~~~
Touch tender, not felt in a while
Those once close, now distant
So alone we trudge, mile by mile
To love, hearts resistant
We once walked together
Love the binding tether
Caring for each other
Love blender
Touch tender
06-April-2022
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