Peculiar
human
beings
builders of
"sanctified"
slaughter
Categories:
builders, abuse, allusion, perspective, sin,
Form: List
The Qin Shi Huang Empire built the marvelous China Wall.
The Flavian kings built the elegant Colosseum.
Just as the earth, an edifice needs to be safe for all.
Anyone who enters therein should feel inner freedom.
Though not thick, shouldn't the walls, like one's willpower, be strong?
Like virtues and values, shouldn't pillars and beams withstand?
Like healthy flesh and blood, shouldn't matters in it last long?
As a creation of art, shouldn't a house be well-planned?
This is a thrilling tale that Jesus, the tale-teller, tells.
Two builders, as though Apollodorus, constructed structures
One built on firm bedrock. It withstood all the weather's spells.
Another built it on sand. Soon, the storms led to ruptures.
Hear my words. Jesus says, my words should make their home in you.
Each house builder, with virtues, should build your inner shrines too
Categories:
builders, jesus,
Form: Sonnet
10/15/2023
Who ever declared you cannot?
Is a full blown, liar I promise you.
In their lives, they failed at some task.
And now?
The unmitigated gall, to drag you
into heartbreak row?
Do not buy losers' stories!!
To those with fortitude and gall ~
Comes an entirely, different story!
One where there was loss and
then came great glory.
I have experienced this myself
and know the joys of victory.
Odds are many poets are just like me.
Not weeping over lost loves with
a handkerchief under an old tree.
But finding new love, better than
they ever dreamed would be.
Their lives exceeded their original
schemes.
They go on and envision new dreams
Their truest friends stand by them
whilst their phony friends stroll so
casually and heartlessly away.
But, dear friends, know, please.
The dreamers will out do you in every way
With joy and greatest possible ease!
GO DREAMERS!
Categories:
builders, dream, encouraging, how i
Form: Verse
The builders
At the end of the avenue stood a big, white residence
with a splendid garden with trees and flowers
Generations of titled people had visited this house even
it is said; the king of Portugal
Time changes even great families die out and the house
was left to its own device and the garden a paradise for
Cats and rats
The builders, slayers of old beauty, punched; bought
the building from a distant cousin who moved to Alentejo
bought horses, his dream of being a cowboy fulfilled
The house and the once splendid garden and set to work
From the ruin of the past, an apartment building arose
a luxury one with a quarter for the maid.
That, my friend, is how everything ends, if not of great value
The loveliness of the old is a memory.
Categories:
builders, abuse, age, conflict,
Form: Blank verse
Refrain from playing the looter
Or the parasite who takes
But always remain a builder
And known as one who makes
Yes build your life, proud and true
This is the Bitcoin way
Though looters claim we owe them
As Ayn Rand used to say
The looters count on Atlas…
That he’ll hold the world in place
But one day he will simply shrug
And the world will fall through space
Stand a maker, not a looter
Though the looters grow in size
Yes, swear by your love of life
That looting you’ll despise
Resist the urge for easy life
Prove strong as a woman or man
For either you’re a looter
Or you build everything you can
Our hands work and our minds conceive
And freely with others we trade
And let’s convert some looters
And end the looting charade
Categories:
builders, freedom, work,
Form: Rhyme
BUILDERS ARE WE
Build life around the word that comes from God.
If we choose to build on other terms—
Use self and others and things, to build—
We’re bound to glean an empty structure,
With small meaning, and no way left
For us to find the Master Builder.
Copyright, Kathryn Search
Categories:
builders, analogy, blessing, character, confidence,
Form: Free verse
Life building is your calling
upon faith strength, prevailing
trusting God Who’s propelling
your mission in care-giving.
With the Lord propping your zest
patience you show by love’s best
steadfast though challenges test
praying for progress that’s blest.
Life builders … such a great role
to raise kids well is your goal
mentoring to heart and soul
divine task along hope’s pole.
God surely beholds your deed
fulfilled by His grace indeed
as you sow compassion’s seed
that meets every orphan’s need.
As parents to the fatherless
and moms to the motherless
your good works nevertheless
will never become fruitless.
Building lives midst loving light
you serve as Moms day and night
guiding children to use truth-might
while in Christ you delight.
Thanks for your kind engagement
surely precious commitment
dear and priceless involvement
beyond earthly investment.
*Colossians 1:4 …We heard of your faith in Christ Jesus, and of the love which ye have to all…
May 3, 2022
1st place, "A Mother's Love, Tributes of Love for Mother's Day" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley; judged on 5/3/2022.
Categories:
builders, appreciation, faith, god, jesus,
Form: Quatrain
Night Light
David J Walker
By night
In flight
You can see the lights that
Blink and shine on the
City of the Mesa
Hundreds of thousands crowd
The borders and boundaries of
The out-of-date asphalt plat
Where farm and field
Yield
to the plans of the
City planners
Pushing the planters
Further south by southwest
Where Builders
In hot pursuit bring
cash and call
For more of the plowed furrows
To fall to the
Developments growing the City
Give us this day
Our daily bread
Give us our water
As precious as blood
Flood the flat plain
With the prayed for rain
Washing both
thirst and sin
away
By night
In flight
You can plainly see
What you can’t seen
In daylight
Categories:
builders, allegory, allusion, america, analogy,
Form: Rhyme
For Milton I’ve nothing but praise
His comments lift me like sun rays
Milton comments a lot
So he’s at the top spot
I value his support always
Cute Caren works ever so hard
She is an exceptional bard
Posts ten poems each night
For our joy and delight
I hold her in such high regard
Kudos to Caren and Milton for all the time they spend writing quality poetry and supporting so many people on soup. About 3 years ago I spent 9 months as top community builder and I know from my own experience how much time and effort it takes
12/17/21
Categories:
builders, community, thank you, tribute,
Form: Limerick
Builders building the building so high,
Are you competing with the mighty sky?
No, this building , however it seems
Is the foundation of a young man's dreams!
Builders building the marquee belle and frail,
Why some sobs are sailing in the gales ?
As the marriage of the maiden is near,
These are the sound of her bridal tears!
Builders building something with the grit,
Why and what are you carving on it ?
He is gone , he has hurt his mother's womb,
We are preparing a dead man's tomb !
Categories:
builders, 8th grade, death, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
on
top of
the mound I
can be not found on
the bottoms end yet yonder
built pyramids build by Africans
stone builders tombs of treasures
2/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Categories:
builders, adventure, analogy, appreciation, beautiful,
Form: Shape
The Builders
A team of architects blew a big hole
on a mountainside and built a housing block
of 14 floors tall.
The country had a northerly wind often called
Stalin´s revenge, it even made summertime chilly.
The block faced southward and had big windows
and a mirror system giving light in all rooms.
The edifice was given a name, Joe Biden and it is
a matter of time he is given a Nobel peace medal
Not for what he has done, but since he is not Trump
and Facebook has made him a saint.
There is always a but a mountain is not a dray it drips
And the mountain´s hole was damp, the white building
Turned mouldy and green and not a place for the asthma
sufferer became ill the air-conditioning had to be on
all-day, that is expensive and didn´t live up the belief,
The hope of a wonderful world.
Categories:
builders, autumn, career,
Form: Blank verse
Privileged to be entrusted with God’s manifold* grace
life builders in divine kingdom enterprise
stewards assured of eternal investment
constantly strive --- despite confessed weariness
--- maximizing discipleship opportunities
while yielded to the Almighty.
Life builders, prayer warriors ---
indeed fulfill ordained sentry role
steadfastly serving, yet guarding themselves
against pernicious selfishness
lurking to dampen spirit of volunteerism
in the guise of sincere visage.
Seeking pardon for iniquity's blemish ---
life builders, Gospel ministers, spread love, exuding peace
blest to traverse with faith for heavenly pursuits
unmindful of worldly astral exaltation
keep on blissfully reaching-out with compassion
by the mercy and might of Christ.
*1Peter 4:10 As every man hath received the gift, even so minister the same one to another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.
November 6, 2020
3rd place, "Eight word challenge 11" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 11/13/2020.
Categories:
builders, blessing, christian, devotion, faith,
Form: Free verse
A single poppy blooms by the lake shore.
I can tell you how it came to be there.
Oh, I did not plant it, or give it care.
I knew the man who did and what it’s for.
Some men builders, others are destroyers.
Destroyers identified by this trend,
Nothingness and loneliness at life’s end.
Self-indulgence is their life’s employer.
Just such a man was the poppy planter.
A purveyor of anger, hate, and smoke.
Life revolved around just another toke.
To all God’s wisdom he did recanter.
Nothing he planted in life ever grew.
Selfish, unstable, and always unable,
To love anyone more than his own fable,
Which he spewed out incessantly on cue.
A lone poppy blooming on a lake shore.
A single flower signaling there’s hope.
God can breathe life to places remote.
Destroyers don’t win, the builder restores.
Categories:
builders, death, flower, life, self,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Their pounded wind
called our neighborhood.
We were children
who entered their work
like a hearth.
Electric wisk, whine,
sawdusted the cool summer
uder our trees.
From banded boards
basking in dirt
to skeletal hints
at form.
Their whistles were
crisp greenery out of
trees and earth.
They tooled and straddled
their working days,
leaving their plywood,
their drywall chalk
for our pictures.
In the last light of the trees,
we robbed scrap from their
silent structure.
And they were ghosts
still working after hours.
Our tree fort,
ropes, nails chewing deeply
into bark
was worship.
A monument to them.
Published Black Buzzard Press - 1982
Categories:
builders, childhood, children, innocence, jobs,
Form: Political Verse
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