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.
Categories:
carpentry, bible, christian, death, history,
Form: Lyric
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 paper I designed it so freely
There are no nails in what I build
With my carpentry the wood will yield
And with a couple of moves it unfolds
Into a small stool with a look so bold.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
carpentry, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
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 still annoyingly unaligned
Or a window frame not plumb
We call upon the carpenter ,
The one who can hold nails
In his teeth,
The one who knows
Crossbeams shudder
In the gold dust of what they must bear.
Categories:
carpentry, endurance,
Form: Free verse
my heart is hard
but you find the soft spots
like a carpenter searching for studs.
now, drive the nail in
Categories:
carpentry, love,
Form: Free verse