Carpentry Poems - Poems about Carpentry

Jesus was a carpenter, he worked with saw and hammer. He pounded, banged, for 20 years, it was an awful clamor. Then he spent three years a'preachin', he never had a stammer. At last they nailed him to a cross, nevermore to yammer....

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Built with the measurement of The Alive For those once here but no longer thrive; One J saw for a dog that didn’t ask for interment And it was some lavish entertainment! In the past, bamboos strung into a box For some innocent guy or consummate fox! A wiring round it of raffia fiber It’s eventual occupier, The Subscriber… Easily costs more than...

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I’ve got a skill just come up and see While I complete it so easily Just watch my hands as they do their stuff Your eyes won’t want to get enough I can do it with my eyes shut tight And you won’t beat me try as you might To make something out of nothing it’s plain to see With pencil and...

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Carpentry It’s the first nail That hurts, the sharpness That pierces right through the framed constructs Of our wooden fears With unrelenting precision As if we could unhurry our blood or Hammer a dismantled dream Into a different shape Unfurled blueprints mark the unfinished house Where a doorjamb is...

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my heart is hard but you find the soft spots like a carpenter searching for studs. now, drive the nail in...

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There was this smart ass way back in high school, sharp as a fiddle but so unpredictable; he ran the school paper and worked as editor, you might say he’s intelligent and that’s for sure. Well, this man liked to dabble...

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