Chisels Poems - Poems about Chisels

...Cloaked in misty judgments, we have dressed ourselves, Finding in condemnation a kind of sacred and dignified sport. An inert paradigm, where blame is like a talisman That people wear proudly, bel......Read the rest...

...To the other woman, I am not mad at you. What you see in him now, is what he shows me yesteryear, only one of us will weep upon his grave: To the All-Woman Who ‘Loses’ Her Mate When love unrave......Read the rest...

... There is no escape from strange morning whims, when irritation causes numbness in my limbs. Dawn has become an unwelcome nemesis, rage for sunrise an uncontrollable genesis, disturbing the ......Read the rest...

... In the lonely woods, Memories stir like the wind in the trees. Lost in the shadows, I find you, With your gentle smile and kind eyes. In the lonely woods, Your memory stays with me. E......Read the rest...

...Eons ago, near two flowing rivers in old China Lived an old, white clothed man ninety-nine years of age Who glared at two mountains he knew from his long-dead childhood Who glared at the gian......Read the rest...

...It was a dark hole into an Aladdin's cave of old tools. A small window gave the only light and fell on a rough sawn bench wearing scars inflicted by years of use. Saw cuts, drill holes and the......Read the rest...

...Wind filled sails drives his command, A salty breeze chisels his face. The crew obeys his every demand, Master of the sea stands in his place. Sailing South to all virgin lands, Heading's true......Read the rest...

...It seemed as if the air was sucked out of my lungs, my breathe in tatters I heard my heart break into a million pieces The sound of it shook out my tears Like shards of glass falling, each memor......Read the rest...

...I speak of the breast best, mother Mary and her voiceless love. My pillow-talk told to doves and divas. And my voice sounds in the whale bone, in the thunder of workaday ants in their Brooklyn......Read the rest...

...The appearance of gentleness shows many gracious ways and this image of godly meekness is being totally true to oneself; it can't be stirred by rage, or even irrational revenge: indignation is ......Read the rest...

...And God saw it all and it was good He saw the man, and the beasts The silent stream, weaving and waving through the woods. Serene, Blissful, Breath Giving spectacle. It was good but God lingered ......Read the rest...

...The mountain stream chisels a valley Crystal water dances down in musical cascades Crashing on the rocky ledges Splashes silvery drops spiraling high. They carry the cadenced expression The str......Read the rest...

...Scourged is the flesh of a man whose soul chisels at his heart.......Read the rest...

...my child, thru this prism is how the dragonfly sees life in a myriad of perception and what i wish for you to learn from this prism, these words are that there are many ways life appears thru ......Read the rest...

...a carpenter chisels creativity ~ his son saves souls [First of May: Here in Malta, apart from celebrating Labour Day, we also celebrate the Feast of St. Joseph the Worker.] - - - - - ......Read the rest...