Best Soldering Poems
What a load of malarkey I just read...
befuddled in disarray inside his head,
but let me make it clear. The message I see
is a misguided statement left for you and me.
It's another 'Hey diddle diddle' moment
for the chap who writes in riddle.
Who gave women the right to breed, he wrote...
taking the chance of birth defects. What the heck!
That kind of mulish thinking I cannot promote,
but since it's his right to post as he may,
I shall take the opportunity to also have a say.
God gave women the right to breed,
in the ability to grow within them a seed.
If He wanted an embryo to proclaim,
"I'll risk being born with half a brain.
and risk the life of my mother, too,"
He'd given them voice before they were born.
Audacious statements made by those who oppose
the will of the Ancient of Days.
That would label them as 'one of those...'
A shortsighted man who'd take such a stand,
thinking he knows best what is wrong or right.
How would he handle having a womb with eggs.
Maybe he would consider soldering shut his legs.
A blowhard whose mother suffered giving birth
for she made the choice to feel the burden of pain.
If she knew what she'd bred,
would she value his worth?
Categories:
soldering, baby, birth, women,
Form:
Rhyme
??Wisdom of Solomon 13:11 KJVAAE??
[11] Now a carpenter that felleth timber, after he hath sawn down a tree meet for the purpose, and taken off all the bark skilfully round about, and hath wrought it handsomely, and made a vessel thereof fit for the service of man's life;
??Ecclesiasticus 38:27 KJVAAE??
[27] So every carpenter and workmaster, that laboreth night and day: and they that cut and grave seals, and are diligent to make great variety, and give themselves to counterfeit imagery, and watch to finish a work:
??Isaiah 41:7 KJVAAE??
[7] So the carpenter encouraged the goldsmith, and he that smootheth with the hammer him that smote the anvil, saying, It is ready for the soldering: and he fastened it with nails, that it should not be moved.
??Isaiah 44:13 KJVAAE??
[13] The carpenter stretcheth out his rule; he marketh it out with a line; he fitteth it with planes, and he marketh it out with the compass, and maketh it after the figure of a man, according to the beauty of a man; that it may remain in the house.
??Matthew 13:55 KJVAAE??
[55] Is not this the carpenter's son? is not his mother called Mary? and his brethren, James, and Joses, and Simon, and Judas?
??Colossians 2:14-15 KJVAAE??
[14] blotting out the handwriting of ordinances that was against us, which was contrary to us, and took it out of the way, nailing it to his cross; [15] and having spoiled principalities and powers, he made a show of them openly, triumphing over them in it.
Categories:
soldering, faith,
Form:
Free verse
What am I looking for, what am I hiding
reunited with my past self, can't help but repent;
did I lose myself or am I still finding,
hoping for my tomorrow just to escape my present.
Masked my troubles with so-called escapisms
denied the truth that was embedded deep within;
thoroughly washed away all my musings,
mastered the art of self-loathin'
Pushed and pulled with a force to reckon
emptied myself into the realms of darkness;
weighed my expectations as a means of life lesson,
heard the pounding of my heart, too scared to witness.
Everything indeed changes, as someone truly said change is the only 'constant'
can I change myself that is the big question, can I truly face myself?
the voices inside keep screaming to join the fragments,
who will tell them that I am not broken but shelved.
I don't need soldering, I need to embrace
my flaws, my mistakes, my regrets, my wants;
The only way to spiral out is to retrace,
to acknowledge the unknown, to evade the haunts.
Categories:
soldering, change, deep, growth, writing,
Form:
Free verse
If I have a job to do I find a useful tool
For screwing in a screw I use a screwdriver
For banging in a nail I need a hammer
When I need something really hot I use a soldering Iron
When I want to remove wallpaper I use a stripper
If my tap is stuck and needs turning on I use a spanner
If I want to see sparks fly I use an electric screwdriver
If I want affection I head for my husband ….
He’s bound to have the right tool for the job
Jan Allison
10th July 2014
Categories:
soldering, fun, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
chipping and hacking
sawing and sanding
this is the life of a creator
these are his sounds
a cacophony of hustle and bustle
a primal link to the past and an eye on the future
ever striving for a land bridge between the two
like ancient explorers of the human condition
back and forth
to and fro
sweeping arm movements packed with energy
eye's steady and intense gaze resting on the immediate
standing on the precipice, the gateway of creativity
ready to push the boundaries of the possible one more time
forging potentials in the foundry of insight
molten heat emanating from the source of inspiration
leaving trails across le atelier in vibrant, living color
once more into the fray.....
a chance to become something more
a demigod, replete with all the powers
to cast off these earthly shackles and take one's rightful place
amongst the Apollonian and Dionysian pantheon
standing shoulder to shoulder with the likes of Giacometti, Rodin and Michelangelo
basking in their eternal aurora of shimmering crystalline streaks of productivity
leaving traces of ocular delight along the way
but always leaving something to be desired
just out of reach and unattainable, alluding to greater grandeur
scaling the philosophical peaks and traversing the political spectrum
to unify the scattered, to join the fragmented, to give voice to the oppressed
saying something with nothing
directing the viewer's eye with subtleties
emphasizing silence with space and void
painting and glazing
soldering and welding
hands steadily guiding and grinding
unearthing the inert qualities laying dormant, waiting to be revealed
commanding that the materials speak and be known
this is a life worth living
this is the life of a creator
Categories:
soldering, art,
Form:
Free verse
We can be stuck together as one,
and I will never need a soldering gun.
My love for you comes in a steady flow.
Right through all the pipes it will go.
You won’t have a backed-up cess pool or septic tank.
I will do good work, and you will have me to thank.
With me, you will never feel anguish or pain.
That is just like having a clogged drain.
I will always be there to unclog it for you.
My love for you will always be true.
I will be your washer if you will be my ring.
Between you and me, we will have a good thing.
Categories:
soldering, love, on work and
Form:
Rhyme
A soldering wire pushed into the skin,
the bubbling, crackling burning of hair,
scents of a barbecue, roasting pork,
hazy blue smoke, fascia stripped bare.
A razor blade slash and the welling of blood,
staining the steel with a crimson hue,
slicing enough to maim, not to kill,
a badge made of scars for the cutting crew.
Is a change to the flesh a change to the soul,
either deconstruction or reconstruction?
Reinvention of self into something else,
or a playpen stab at mock self-destruction?
It’s a cry for help or it’s body art,
or it’s self expression in other ways;
or it’s seeking attention or fooling around,
a mindset for life or a transient phase.
Sculpting the flesh to let the pain breathe,
to shock, to relieve, for something to do,
no matter how scarred or disfigured the canvas
when it all comes down you are still left with you.
Categories:
soldering, health, life, people, social,
Form:
Verse
Heaven is compassion where kindness is real
reaping the soul and its treasures homeward to mind
no clever book needed to uncover truth and the seal
just complete wholeness and essence softly entwined
No war to end all wars no Faustian hellfire’s smouldering
Phoenix can rest in Peace and Icarus requires no wings
philosophy reigns over all terror of Armed Forces’ soldering
pure reason dances with feelings from no attached strings
Infinite waves assemble driftwood and sea shells
into a beach hut of shelter for poetry rhythm and rhyme
good witches dance in whacky trousers feathers and bells
soft sand with no hour glass chants soft wind’s quiet chime
No abused virgins waiting for taking in sexualized plight
nails from crosses removed with wounds healing not scarred
Karma has settled recycling contentment not righteous but right
enemies befriended instead of being torched feathered and tarred
Deep conversations in silent all-knowing stream
no apps no fake social media only one gentle source
a chorus of solitude in strong union of thriving esteem
a blossom one conscious river effecting one cause
Whirlpools' sweet currents and currant cinnamon flavour
white Nirvana abound blue flag beaches wild waterfalls tall
rainbows’ prisms harvesting moons whole galaxies to savour
a canopy of one giant fig tree of guidance for each and for all
26th August 2018
Categories:
soldering, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Kali, Kali, Kali
She is the sated navy night
Swathed with soldering white stars
Warm summer air, coastal dream
An unwavering fortune of
deep, red Eden grapes
Hanging like drops of sweet wine
Shifting with dark leaves
the balmy breeze
with trees that sound like tumbling seas,
singing,
“Kali, Kali, Kali”
She is a lullaby, a reverie
At home and away
She carries all of it with her
A man’s entire heart,
Italian spells
Her golden hips curving like a bell
slender spindle legs
sun kissed shoulders
wrapped soft, she is a doll
with air-brushed skin
Kali, Kali, Kali…
You will always win
While I will never be enough
Kali, your legacy
presses knives in me
Making my hour glass body
an inadequate pendant
with an unfortunate name
a ripped blue dress
second rate lips
falling to the floor, sore…
My nights pulse only with heavy music
Rummaging suits, dark rooms
sticky floors, cigarettes, señores
and a dizzied mind
hoping this night will pass
and I’m terrified, Love
Because even when you’re with me
I can’t be home
And I can’t be my own
My blood’s too dense
And my heart’s too free
This, Kali makes me see
I am not a dream
But broken seams
My intentions covered over
By the song of tumbling seas
I’ll only ever be
Unworthy me…
Alli…
Categories:
soldering, allegory, confusion, lost, love,
Form:
Free verse
Want effective and long-lasting house plumbing? Here are few examples of the most excellent pipes for house plumbings that will last forever.
The most reliable pipes for house plumbing are ones that will persist for a long time, as well as efficiently do the job.
ABS pipes are the most reliable drainage pipes but PVC is most suitable for underground settings in commercial and industrial constructions. PVC is more heavily used in the United States, where ABS is less popular. Both work well, it all comes down to the codes and allowances of your particular region.
Water
Copper and PEX are the most suitable for the use for water services, with PEX being the most affordable by a landslide. PEX is very simple to work with and cut, as well as attach fittings too. This cuts down the price of material as well as labor time for a plumber.
Copper is more costly, and type M Copper is not permitted in all circumstances as it has thinner walls, but it can be utilized for various domestic applications. Type L copper is more easily employed for commercial and industrial settings as it has thicker walls and will last much longer.
Copper seems fabulous but needs a bit more time to operate with. The positive side of copper though is that it is a more rigorous material and is less likely to get pierced(although possible). Copper needs soldering (melting metal with a low melting point around the pipe and fitting) as well as sanding the element to guarantee it is clear of dirt and grime that necessarily builds upon the outer wall of the pipe and then implementing flux to make it more manageable for a flame to get attracted to the interior of the fitting for that watertight seal.
Cast Iron for drainage
Besides ABS and PVC for drainage pipe, you can also have cast iron pipe for your drains. These are also a more costly option for drainage (like copper is to PEX) and takes more time to work with.
This pipe also demands a bit more care to be hung from the roof as earlier discussed, it’s heavier.
When it comes to plumbing, your code is power. Whatever choice you make, be certain the hydraulic hose fittings are to code as a lot of stuff may be immediately sold, but may not be to regulations. This could lead to crashes in plumbing and accidents.
Categories:
soldering, abuse, allah, anti bullying,
Form:
Footle
Honeysuckle scents so strong, lingering through the air
Pulling me closer to the memories that I remember were there.
The summer I wanted to feel everything, as you pulled close to me
Waiting for our first kiss, that brought me to my knees.
A secret romance, no one in our world could know
A flame burning and hot, as we connected, soldering us both below.
The feeling of the cool grass under my skin with your warm embrace
As our bodies, become one soul under the stars, flying off into space.
Honeysuckle scents stay on mind as summer comes again
And I meet with you under moon, loving you a lifetime as we transcend.
Categories:
soldering, feelings, happiness, kiss, love,
Form:
Free verse
Each one of your kisses is full of electricity.
It's such a great feeling when you shock it to me.
You make me so hot that I might catch fire.
Can't you feel the strong current go through the wire?
When you're near me, you turn on the light.
You render great pleasure throughout the night.
Everything about you makes you a delight.
You can stick to me without a soldering gun.
Together, we can always be as one.
Categories:
soldering, emotions, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Mine offset fooey zook equilibrium
translated into at least one raw bit
(hmm...maybe the naughty one) being askew,
which nearly (worse case scenario) critically
could burn up every hair strand fiber optic wired conduit
sans, and destroy the primary, secondary, tertiary...
connection of this (motherf******) circuit
board, which (sorry tubby explicit),
whew close call offset (viz skin of
"FAKE" teeth), in NIC of time avoided major deficit
thankfully technical glitch
bit dust courtesy re: micro
processor faux wall thwarted,
toppling scaffolding upholding democracy forfeit
sure would totally wreck global functionality luckily
ace craftsman ma papa with keen insight
anticipated built-in catastrophic fail/
safe under soldering gun,
preemptively incorporated chess
grandmaster measured gambit,
hence avoiding future government
shutdowns since implicit
within migrant manufactured mesh
of webbed components houses white lie
sense to circumvent, via automatic
nanobyte size trigger
comprising a binary coded buffered kilobyte,
yours truly able to attune
consciousness to any slight
fluctuation, perturbation, variation, et cetera
imperceptible to nobody but me,
a "smart" sensor, that doubles as infrared light,
whereby coded instructions encrypted airtight
bequeathed to this artificial intelligence
as digitally patented birthright
also linkedin virtual reality appurtenances
portray futuristic bombsight
of World War III a minuscule,
yet not improbable chance event, some bright
eyed and bushy tailed hacker infringes copyright
gleefully launching atomic missiles,
which thermonuclear midnight
leaving Earth a lifeless burnt offering,
where scant bands escape by spaceflight,
whence this garden variety
will no longer be able to write!
Categories:
soldering, body, earth, fear, fun,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Under our Father's sun, the sorrows of our captive soul of sin serve us. The blood of the world's second son (of the first mortal father) cries out from the earth to our heavenly Father and henceforth the sorrow of our sins awaits us.
Under our Father's sun, O' how excellent that the bread of God came down from heaven and giveth life unto the world. O' how mighty is the gift of a provision that we would have to spiritually feed upon.
Under our Father's sun, Christ's blood ran deep and wide over the land of Calvary, and moans of loving souls pierced the heaven, pleading the blood of Christ.
Under our Father's sun, were they pretentious prayers?
Are we able to break free from the tendency of our wicked hearts?
For we are served well by our sins, our carnal mind; an enmity to God.
Under our Father's sun, on this earth iniquity and greed for power is a soldering iron into the conscious, subdued with open wounds of malice, divers lust, and hate.
Under our Father's sun, we are not dead to the sins of our ancestors, we know our failings yet we passed the worm-infested fruits we sewed to our sons and daughters, and our sins will serve them well.
Under our Father's sun, we learn nothing new for life constantly reminds us of the old.
>The killing fields of Khmer Rouge, Holodomor, France, Germany, Rwanda, and America were soaked with the lifeblood of millions.
>The Yellow River of China, The Somme River, and the Ncome ran red with the blood of the ingenious bold, and courageous ones.
Under our Father's sun, our lands are seized by the false prophets and charismatic politicians and we are blind and unable to sift through the mendacity.
The smog of irreligion hovers over the world. Absolution is an epidemic of contentment to the mind of those who are habitual perpetrators.....
NO MAN OF SIN WILL BE ALLOWED IN HEAVEN
COPYRIGHTED 2015 LABYRINTH OF LIFE
Categories:
soldering, religion, religious,
Form:
Free verse
The General is a bit of an authoritarian.
He says, Breathe! And you say, how much?
Twilight is much more chill; she just says, “See you ‘round!”
But then you’re bouncing along to a happy tune,
and that’s not so good when The Man is holding
a soldering iron in confined spaces.
So, the General, it is.
The Man spends all his time mapping and zapping,
meting out death to fireflies and moths
who are out past their bedtimes.
I think the OR doubles as a mosh pit;
there’s a large plexiglass shield over the huge monitor,
full of cracks. I’m guessing he’s an Auburn fan who
kept throwing instruments at the screens during the games.
And the room is like 56 degrees.
Likely, the General is not well endowed and wants to make
sure everyone else looks bad. Just to be sure, they
take a little more off the top.
It’s a strange experience.
But you can mess with them. I told ‘em,
“May the Lord bless you while I’m gone!”
They didn’t like that, double-padlocked the doors.
Then, the General says, “Okay, we’re ready now.”
“Now?” I ask. No, now.
I watch the plunger get short,
feel the chill in my forearm,
the rush of warm across my chest,
and I enter the floo network and re-appear back in my room,
wishing I could have gotten a well placed punch off at the General.
Categories:
soldering, confusion, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse