What if I just let go?
An Architect of Ruins: built upon an unpredictable,
Sandstorm. With full knowledge of its consequences.
The contractor's role in assisting with the outcome.
Was the price to pay as tools used to construct the
anchor that is already sinking?
This is the familiar toxicity of a well-known friend.
While displaying their fully furnished turnkey.
Craving stability, but chose the sandstorm.
Like cutting off body parts, then stitching them
together with thorn wires, suggested by the hired
contractor. Who has made it a wreckage, and now grasping in corrosive shattered sandstorm, having,
shown the turnkey project.
Subcontractors are now on the punch list.
Where is the willingness to surrender this pain?
These hands are the only thing that’s binding time.
Of your own undoing.
To stop the bleeding, you must drop the permit.
Total Control
Shall be on business
Not over humans
Who come and who go
If they cannot manage
They are audited
For spending
Decisions
The staff
And parole
Take the advertising
The engine of business
And reckon if Mansfield Amendments
To blame
That Agency No Such
Of the regulation
Implies that the business
Is not all the same
Not for the Labour
Not for Defendance
But for the Inherent system of these
If system is healthy
It ain't the aggressor
The budget
The arch
Proper manage
And peace
You have had selected Yourself this contractor
And now they are weird the product ofy ours
Was taken to prison I was by Guantanamo
And now I am out of Cave on parole
I am speaker
I am poet
Contemporary Artist
I try to express with machine our will
Let say there's Way
Say there are many solutions
But Willing we each of them
Being kinda Real
Green and yellow,
Lime of sunrise before,
Orange in front,
Rhymes on the board,
Queen of Saba goes to North,
Cross with rainbow,
From Bethlehem to Luxor,
It signifies no slay, no rob,
Shoot the sheriff of sorrow,
Rightness of heart not wrong,
Notes are colors,
My song and psalm,
The road of hope,
God of love above,
I don't stop like arrow,
The sword one on one,
Icon of one vagabond,
The world around,
Stopping the pale albatross, this storm,
Like a contractor the Patriot,
But precise, Ivanhoe, more,
Gone and not gone,
Noe with the Dove.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Midnight, and a single squirrel
with tiny boots and a postal satchel
scurries across power lines—
Santa’s freelance contractor,
paid in acorns and stale fruitcake.
He leaves a walnut for the widow,
a pinecone stuffed with stolen glitter,
and vanishes, tail twitching,
into the frozen yuletide hush.
High above the ocean
Below being a sandy white beach
Easy to watch
One can sit all day and observe
The beach goers, Swimmers and Surfers
The ocean view stretchers for miles
One can reflect back in time
The simple and plan life
No riches in thought of Robin Leech
The Lonely house had fancies
A house with a roof and a place to sleep and eat
Just the fruits of one’s labor
Ocean to house
This lonely house had nothing before it was brought
It looked like shack filled with nothing
Once a dweller brought, it was given new life
Renovated having everything in what a house deserves
A place to be proud of and everlasting living
It took patience and of course the right contractor
Specifications were right and all the construction equipment needed
A lonely medium house because a much bigger house
Where one can admire and enjoy for life
Solid foundation
A dream through reality
No longer a lonely house
House friendly with no mouse
A house back then
Showing what solid as a rock can be
Calm breezes and relaxed souls
The aroma of sugar and spice
What could be so nice.
The Lord is my contractor
He supplies my tools
He let's me choose green pastures
He shows me great horizons
He renews my permits
He allows a floral archway entrance
To ascend joyous scent unto heaven
Even when the inspector
gawks and delays
I remain steadfast & calm
For you are in my foundation
Your devining rod provides
clean water to flow
You grew apple & peach trees
for the health department
to partake and share with the zoning
board
You honor me by anointing my head
with fallen apples
My mailbox overflows with credit card offers
Certainly your wisdom & approval
will help me choose the best ones
So all the days of my life I
can stay in the house of the Lord
forever.
We buried our dog, Ding
With her favorite things,
Like our couch, plus our bed
And pillows for our head.
Our carpet she muddled
With dirt and pee puddles,
The window she stared through
To bark at who knows who.
The hedge she sniffed and chewed,
All of our leather shoes,
My truck’s passenger seat,
But not the children’s feet.
Two of our best chickens
She chased like the dickens,
Seven of my wife’s hats,
But not much more than that.
We paid a contractor
Who with a large tractor,
Dug a humongous hole
For our dear doggy’s soul.
And it did our heart good
Though we now sleep on wood;
Without a comforter,
Since we did comfort her.
In The Adverts the lines were catchy
But buildings of a glamour patchy,
Behind The Grand Pictures Cliff Builder:
Husband of Contract-Catching Hilda…
Smart-Eyed Hilda gets Forty Percent;
He’s Satisfied with Sixty Percent;
For one year, he won’t be buying her Gold:
No halting at spots the stuff is sold;
Once in a while restaurants not seedy,
Avoiding pubs run by The Greedy;
So that he might save; Who knows When next?
Times there were he never got A Text!
But he had Treasured Trust sadly sold,
Contracts to grab from only The Old:
Before one knows it one’s firms just fold….
Through and through: Poor Quality Jobs;
God Knows Cliff Morgan Shall, at last, Sob!
Are you one of those people that sees the things that I see?
A cheap laugh for no reason, pathetic point scoring constantly.
Are you someone who ‘does’ or someone who ‘does not’? Why is it that the ones who seem to do nothing always rise to the top?
The ‘work life balance’ and all other corporate lies! The people with no life who just work through the day and the night.
The volunteers who work harder and harder and longer for no pay! I get paid by the hour and when my times done I walk away.
I broke away to be a contractor so I could just get the job done. Leave the egos to their meetings and their bull humdrum.
Before the living room wall came crashing down.
I sat in the living room as a child and frowned.
Reading in the dark and studying in the dark,
Hearing my dad say “turn on the light in there.”
Flickers the switch on and now I can see!
Wondering why I wear glasses; now I know.
Leaning against the wall and doing handstands.
Stretching firmly against the wall, a Yogi.
The living room was a playground for us kids.
Our pet parakeets flew, grasping with their claws,
Sinking their sharp beaks and chipping at the wall.
Before the living wall room wall came crashing down
My dad said, “I would have been a great carpenter.”
He sure was right like a right-handed person.
Boom! Now, the living room wall crashes downwards
Crumbling down in one direction it goes.
Dust everywhere and on everyone, like flour
My dad was a builder, and a contractor he was
My mother, sister, and I surprised, we stand.
The wall once stood, dust particles in its place
“What have you done? “, we ask and he reassures.
“I told you I would have been a carpenter,
No wall constricting us, and we all have more space”.
Once the job has been defined health and safety can be addressed by carrying out a risk assessment.
Contractors also have responsibilities for preparing risk assessments. Their risk assessment should fit in
with the clients and provide complimentary information. Contractors will also need information from the
client about the job, the state of plant, etc. when preparing their assessment.
Clearly health and safety needs to be managed effectively throughout the project. Client and contractor
need to co-ordinate their activities through effective communication and close co-operation to ensure
that all risks associated with the job are covered.
Flowers awaken your inner sleep. A precious pearl turns into a charming look that paralyze your mind with a love at first sight sign. You are tickled into a coma on hospice care. You died and now you have been brought back to life with a Jesus Stare. Your emotions of spirit rebounds into a love desire. Their is a cluster of clouds vaporized as you reach up higher. Your a moment, a thought, a memory in action. Your a soul, a race driver, a prayer in motion. You make your moves in persistence of character. Your an overcome patient who is a contractor in fixed behavior. Who you are is what you became to be. Eyes close eyes, once a blind man, a born again Christian who can now see. Deliverance in Peace as your rocket hits the sky. Clinging on to hope with an eternal cry. Your an overachiever, a free blazed spirit, a dancing lyric, a person of interest. Many believers will celebrate with you with a spark of Church friction. You are who you are, a shining star. God Bless!
But I should have known
she wasn’t through.
She snuggled close
to whisper in my ear,
and said I have a message for you.
She sounded sexy and sultry
and licked my ear.
Cuddling with me,
I had both hands full
of my favorite parts of her.
You’re lucky I love you, lazy old man.
So, listen here!
I’m not going to fool around with you
until your yard work is through.
I had a talk with the contractor about
the swing set and the back deck.
He said they can start next weekend
So, He and I signed a contract,
then I stroked the check.
I love my grandchildren and I love you,
don’t ever make me choose
between them or you.
If you don’t start teaching
this little dog to do what I say,
She’s going to wake up
in a shelter run by the S. P. C. A.
When I ask you to trim the bushes?
and you smile like the dirty old man you are,
this time it won’t get you very far.
Now as for helping you
with your (wish it was bigger,)
I think we fit just right,
and we're going to try
something new tonight.
Now get your hands off me
and go wash that filthy car.
God, the master craftsman,
Set out to build this world.
At the end of each workday
He’d hang up his tool belt,
Clean up the job-site,
Stand back and say to Himself,
“It looks good”.
The end of the project was at hand.
God said, “that was a hard week’s work.
I think I’ll rest for a while,
And turn things over to humanity,
For maintenance.”
If I were selecting a contractor
To renovate my house,
I’d expect better references than
“He does good work”,
And I’d expect him to have completed
More than one job.
God didn’t give us a perfect world
On purpose.
He left us room to perfect the design,
To add trim and wallpaper,
Modernize the appliances,
And add rooms as our families grow.
We start with a firm foundation,
True walls, and a tight roof.
It’s up to us now,
To maintain the plumbing,
(The water pure and flowing).
Replace the A/C filters,
(The air free of contamination).
Keep the refrigerator stocked
(So no one need starve).
And work to finish the job
“Perfectly”.
running back home
wanting to make it right
knowing it is too late
i jump in the cold river
the overactive water does not clear my head
you saying 'yes' is the only thing that will
i was a midnight mover one too many times
now the house i broke down needs work
no contractor will accept the job
i guess i will turn around
will go back home and sulk in the black blood of my own shame
too much oreo ice cream, honey butter biscuits and hint of honey almond milk have caused my flatulence to depress the home of my heart
i lock myself in the basement of my collection of regrets where i remain until my time of death comes
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.