Avoided
carpenters should
measure twice
cut once
mistakes avoided
we should
hear twice
speak once
misunderstandings avoided
Carpenters from Carpinteria
Great attendants of frame
Friends and sculptures of a mind
Tools and craftsmanship
American tries for all that binds
Wood polished so bright to mimic gold,
Its yellow coat glitters in the sun,
May even fetch a high price when sold,
And still be cherished in the long run.
Like a flawless gold that flaunts great wealth,
Its glamour, a pride to regal thrones,
Where most kings recline in pride and health,
Yet it's mere wood disguised as gemstones.
Great craftsmanship like that of goldsmiths,
Who shape raw gold to forge pure beauty,
So carpenters carve wood into myths,
Emblazoned pride into their duty.
measuring
masking
duct
Scotch
painters
carpenters
tape
tapeworm
tape firm
tape recording
tape rewarding
wordplay
word say
tape
I am my own confidant
I breathe with my own lungs
I learn with my own mind
I chose a partner with my own heart
Although I still depend on other necessities
Food and rice are cultivated by farmers
Clothing is fashioned by tailors
Vehicles are produced by manufacturers
Houses are constructed by carpenters
Medicine is prepared by doctors
Even the restroom is provided by others
People from all nations and religions
Create meaningful things to share
Support and love one another
Only a few leaders are cruel and selfish
They view themselves as superior to others
They do not prioritize living in peace
Embrace immorality and wage brutal wars
I once worked with two carpenters
who could never agree on anything.
One would measure the length
The other would intentionally cut it wrong.
The end result was
they never accomplished anything
left their “problem” to be resolved
by those who replaced them.
The workmen are here again today rebuilding our porch.
Their country western music is loud and proud
Cranked up to ear-drum-breaking levels.
I hear it in every room of my house and they are outside.
This might be their last day, or maybe tomorrow.
I do not say a word about their house-shaking music.
Workmen are temperamental, and I want them to come back.
I have played this game before and know it is best to keep silent.
Carpenters are difficult to find, and if they walk I am sunk.
Luckily I have an art studio, so I go out there – a bit farther away.
Can I hear it out there? Yes, but it is more tolerable at that distance.
the found map led me to an
asymmetrical doorway, created by an artesian
I wondered at the builder as I approached
the boards were placed diagonally
skillset many carpenters have not mastered
I knew now I was dealing with a professional
the knocker was a bit off-kilter, which amused me.
the brickwork looked a bit random also.
who created this wall? This door?
the paint was not fresh, there were bits of ivy.
A quaint shabby chic look.
I could not wait to meet the occupant.
Mingled with the rural soil of Nazareth, he laboured
He played with the rustics, who were quarrelsome yet loving.
Farmers, carpenters, ironsmiths, weavers, and the shepherd
These were teachers from whom wisdom, like clear streams, flowed, gushing
He pondered along the coast of the Sea of Galilee.
Where the breeze amalgamated with saline sea scent blew
Where fishermen's strife had been a daily reality
In him, the friendliness of the sea folks, day by day, grew.
He found the philosophies and theologies of books
Put into practice by the Rustics in thoughts, words, and deeds
The affluent, on the other hand, seemed cunning and crooks.
Nature held them all in equipollence, mending their creeds.
Each herb, shrub, plant, tree, bloom, fruit, and weed imparted him wisdom.
He drew, by his love, each creature towards Abba's kingdom.
They've no doctors to alleviate pain
nor nutritionists to stem weight gain
No carpenters to build them a domicile
or dealers to sell them an automobile
Neither bakers to bake them a birthday cake
nor ministers to preside over their wakes...
Forest creatures, left to their own wiles
find organic ways to overcome life’s trials
"Why do stars fall down from the sky?"
Oh, they have heard song of your heart
Lauding verse of seasons gone by
Strumming rhythms, love-passions impart.
When dreams evoke notions of glee,
Why do stars fall down from the sky?
For "just like me, they long to be"
Chasing themes of love in your eye.
When your smile, Venus and Moon vie,
“And starlight in your eyes of blue”
Why do stars fall down from the sky?
You know it’s true, your love they woo.
“Why do birds suddenly appear?”
To cheer your soul and soothe your sigh;
Deep in your heart, you know my dear,
Why do stars fall down from the sky.
All four lines from Carpenters’ song: Close to You
"Why do stars fall down from the sky?"
"Just like me, they long to be"
“And starlight in your eyes of blue”
“Why do birds suddenly appear?”
Hebrews war
We see them breaking every law of criminal conduct like it should be an everyday occurrence
We are told by the eminent Jordan Peterson, that the people, from the back and beyond Turkey, are clever, and impressed Peterson who otherwise is pre-occupied with worried builders and carpenters
whom Jordan thinks needs him
You will not hear him say:
“Intelligence, if not combined with sympathy and understanding, is valueless”(like Nazism?)
The land they took, the backwood people, when fooling the Balfour Commission was grotesquely
brilliant and deeply insane.
The Jews are disliked in the Arab world when seeing how shoddy the Palestinians are treated; as we know intelligence can often end as idiocy, as there is no coherent sense of practical awareness which the average Jews understand, relying on bookish learning and forgetting the human aspect, is ten times more clever, but often unable to give a voice for the insight they have.
As for the Jews, they are not nation builders as we see in Israel, they are the people of the book telling us of the next inflation,
In this war, their army behaves as IA doing what is practical, not what is wise.
"On the day that you were born the angels got together and decided to create
a dream come true " lyrics by Burt Bacharach for Carpenters' "Close to You"
Angelic was my love – a vision!
He made me develop something
maybe close to tunnelvision
for him, a heavenly young thing!
I swear rapture was in his eyes.
Angelic was my love – a vision.
Radiant was he as sunrise.
Perfection needs no revision.
Day one there was a collision -
chemistry we could not deny.
Angelic was my love – a vision.
On wings of bliss I learned to fly.
Kisses and caresses sublime.
It was not a hard decision
to give to him all my sweet time.
Angelic was my love – a vision!
sernetta was strange I thought, an oddball.
born with a caul I heard, born with a caul.
on the afternoon of the Omaha Squall.
she made a date with her cousin squirrely Paul.
frankly I think this took tremendous gall.
paul came to the date wearing a pink wig and shawl.
maybe this crazy pair is a matched set after all.
sernetta arrived dragging a worm-infested U-haul.
during this first date, they started a flat out brawl.
sernetta called paul a crawling bawling doll.
paul yelled that sernetta was abnormally tall.
I heard this all while cowering in a restaurant bathroom stall.
hearing these shouts echoing down the hall.
i tried not to hear it, my ears next to the wall.
oddly enough, they got married today in Carpenters Hall.
so, am I right that sernetta is a real oddball?
"On the day that you were born the angels got together and
decided to create a dream come true So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue" - from Carpenters' "Close to You".
Oh, here he comes. Breathless am I
to see that young man near the door.
Oh, heart be calm when he walks by.
Instead you pound and start to soar!
I shake inside. What can I do?
Oh, here he comes. Breathless am I
each time that he comes into view.
I need to do more than just sigh.
His eyes are color of the sky.
His hair is golden like the sun.
Oh, here he comes. Breathless am I.
For me, he is the only one.
What’s wrong with me? I want to scream.
I must take action, for that guy
needs to become more than my dream.
Oh, here he comes. Breathless am I!
Jan. 30, 2023
for Writing Challenge - B Word Poetry Contest (Breathless is word chosen)
Sponsor: Constance La France
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