Best Sharpener Poems
I, the sleeper and dreamer
Wish for your end
Is it wrong, blasphemer?
Should I break, should you bend?
I sharpen your demise on a pencil sharpener
Peeling you away….reaching your core of lead
Should I break or should you bend?
Or can’t I just wish for my end?
There’s knives protruding from your eyes
The eyes I know are dead
The blasphemer you are will reveal where your body lies
Beneath your core of lead
I found you among the disposables
Wishing for my end
I blasphemed you and you just gave back
My pencils burning with lead
I screamed as you pierced through me
I felt it in my soul!
But I’m to blame for this masterpiece
I sharpened you with gold!
The shavings fall upon the ground
And still this dream moves on
Pierced, I fall without a sound
Until the break of dawn
I, the sleeper and dreamer
Am still pierced to this day
So I hand the pencil sharpener to you
And pray you’ll be with me
It's the letter of a lover,
Written to his lady bird;
Emotions are filled in it,
And there's meaning in every word.
Be my pencil says the lover,
And I will be your eraser;
We are just like them,
Incomplete without each other.
I will erase your griefs,
And be your comforter;
I will sharp your life,
Just like a sharpener.
Being there in every line,
I will not let you fail;
Whenever you would need me,
I will be your scale.
In this heart of mine,
Before beating it stops,
If you be my pencil,
I will keep you in that box.
To our Christian Public:
Anglican or Catholic
But also to The Interested Muslim
Abdullah or Taslim,
Vacancies have we for A Cleaner,
Whose Sense of Hygiene is keener,
A Customer-Friendly Waiter,
Not wishing to be tipped later,
A Vibrant Security man,
Who would all entrances man,
A No-Nonsense Bartender
But can be a lot tender,
A Damned Experienced Driver
In Oceanic Traffic, A Diver!
A Flower-Treasuring Gardener
“To The Pencils A Sharpener!”
A Much-Talked-About Cook,
Whose tasty dishes have a nice look
And A Tireless Dishwasher
Who should sometimes serve as Usher …
The Interested to strictly apply in person,
Preferably as referee An Imam or Parson …
Salary “Very Tempting!”
You wouldn’t need much prompting …
Pencil Sharpener
My pencil sharpener (my pencil shavings like to
get high on the
bubble of
air clogging up
the run of liquid in
the pipes) was designed to
absorb my screams of
extreme anger. Also designed to
absorb my
strained whispers.
August 9 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 21-24
Key Verse – Ezekiel 21:9 … Thus saith the LORD; Say, A sword, a sword is sharpened, and also furbished.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SWORD SHARPENER
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my sinfulness
Thank You for melting my transgressions by Your righteousness
To be refurbished with Your cleanliness
As I set my face toward Your reigning holiness.
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my pride’s fury
Thank You for consuming my loftiness in Your glory
To be delivered by Your meekness-victory
As I fuel my humility with Your sacrificial story.
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my desperation
Thank You for smiting my frustration through Your compassion
To be disciplined by Your dealing sanction
As I enjoy my inheritance with Your constant inspiration.
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my carnal achievement
Thank You for sanctifying my heart from guilt’s judgment
To be purged by Your checking accomplishment
As I confess my fruitlessness for servanthood-fulfillment.
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my deceitfulness-blight
Thank You for correcting my heart from arrogance-flight
To be girded by Your wisdom of Scriptural insight
As I submit my ignorance to Your caring delight.
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my futility
Thank You for plucking off my filthiness and impurity
To be washed by Your blood-whitening chastity
As I entrust to You my trust that desires faith’s miraculous reality.
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my selfish choice
Thank You for hindering my ways that listen to perversion-voice
To be directed by Your excellence-poise
As I open my ears to Your Word, conquering unbelief’s noise.
August 9, 2023
Scissor Sharpener
The scissor sharpener in the
kitchen drinks blood plasma and
medieval words.
Pencil Sharpener Woman
Her shapely metal figure was baby blue,
but there was much more to her.
She sharpened all grades of pencil lead
with the greatest of whir.
Her movable face plate with pencil gripper and human features was, as commented by most
library customers,
the opposite of gross.
She was very fond of
customers of all colours, of all sizes, the dented,
and, of course, of all classes. ‘Your love of reading keeps you learning,’ she often complimented.
Unfortunately some customers
weren’t fond of her at all though,
and they demanded that
she be let go.
‘Why? Why? Why!’
was her only reply.
When her haters returned books late,
and refused to pay the small fine,
anger and hate
she felt for their stupid action and whine.
So to teach them a lesson,
on the front desk made of pine,
when the whiners sharpened their pencils she shut off her automatic stop mechanism normally fine,
turned her hand crank as
rapidly as an equine,
and her sharp blades
ate up their pencils just fine.