Under eighteen
hot tears spilling
nowhere near serene
at the end of your rope
cannot cope
need fulfilling
please don't mope
there's always hope
here's the dope
find someone thrilling
you can soft-soap
who is willing
and won't say 'Nope'
to a clandestine marriage
on the slippery slope
of the blacksmith's anvil
hire the carriage
you prefer
defer the billing
and elope
Categories:
blacksmith, funny love, humor, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
One sunny springtime morning
I met her on a fair day.
I saw her from a distance
Out strolling on the fair way.
As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I a blacksmith's boy.
I heard that she was singing
As I maundered ever near;
The sweetest charming plainsong
Sent softly to my ear.
As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I a blacksmith's boy.
She had the rarest countenance,
She had the fairest flowing hair;
She looked the grandest lady,
Ethereal beyond compare.
As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I a blacksmith's boy.
She was a rose of this fair land,
The flower of Saint George,
But I my master's vassal,
A servant of the forge.
So, like the springtime morning
She filled my heart with joy...
She, a rose of England
Whilst I, a blacksmith's boy.
Categories:
blacksmith, innocence, joy, romantic,
Form: Narrative
A smile faint, but none the less
It's there within his eyes,
As the fire and the coals begin to burn.
Now, his hand is on the hammer
And the smoke begins to rise;
Along with lasting memories that blacksmith's earn.
Ten generations brought to him,
Much more than just the tools,
As he worked beside his father and the flame.
Learning very quickly,
It was not a trade for fools.
For thoughts and iron blacksmiths must learn to tame.
And though it's been so many years,
The hammer fits him well,
As the anvil reaches out to grasp his skill.
He's the master, the creative art,
That time cannot dispel.
For he's never lost the blacksmith's flaming will.
Categories:
blacksmith, imagery, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
The blacksmith a gunsmith he says he is, therewith aligned with Lilith
Giving birth to death and pestilence, his allegiance is to his conscience, which is
Greed.
See how he and the rhythm of his essence is corrupt,
So allow me to interrupt his rhythm for I am, the brain of the wordsmiths stem
Verbally I strike until I reaches and breeches spinal cord, so let this be a scripted record of how my words can make you bow.
So can you, let alone will you, still go, toe to toe with me, in this
On who is the righteous smith?
Categories:
blacksmith, hip hop, how i
Form: Free verse
The blacksmith while he was hammering
did hit his thumb, oh boy how it stung
dipped it in water
got bit by an adder
boy, he swore and swore at the aching
Categories:
blacksmith, humor,
Form: Limerick
The Potter and the Blacksmith..
I can hear the distant muted sounds,
Sounds that are clouded in mystery and memory,
Hammer steel, scree,
Clank,
Clank,
Clank, metal on metal
Brazen and hard the un-pliable steel,
Forged by sweat and blood,
I can feel it, feel it in my bones,
Turning, banging, pulling, forming
The Master bending and clanging upon His proud work-in-progress,
For some are like the clay upon the potters wheel,
Easily pliable, soft and fragile, made for a specific purpose,
While others are hard like the steel whom the blacksmith
Heats and beats into a formidable weapon,
The work is more laborious and strained,
And the trials and tribulations we face at times unbearable,
But oh the lethal force wielded in hand.
The steel and clay did not choose its own design or composition,
It can only relent to being used for that which it was made.
Categories:
blacksmith, adventure, allegory, courage, introspection,
Form: Epic
Coal-smoke on summer air –
the leather apron’d smith,
a donkey to be shod –
what tribal memory burned,
forged into DNA?
Forged into DNA
by forebears of hammer
and tongs – there’s nothing like
metal against metal
to give meter to song.
Categories:
blacksmith, work,
Form: Verse
Categories:
blacksmith, on work and working
Form: I do not know?