Oblong outlines of a soul
Stretched in elliptical misery
Redefines the perfect circle
To a breakable volatile tautness
Loosely cloaked in sheaths of epitonic blue
Draped upon the shrinking body to hide a terrified world
Dressed in swirling ominous patterns of anonymity
To be lost within the deepest abyss of fatal fear
Planted like a tenuous girder of iron truth
On a bridge of no return
There is no departure from excruciating fear
From this wicked self-imposed poltergeist
An unseen force deliberates death
Smothering with tremulous trepidation
Annihilating the essence of existence
With no bond found on common ground
There lies the secret
Within the mystery of a soul’s distress
The exorcism of human strength
As fear brings the will of life to a standstill
7-12-2023
Categories:
girder, fear,
Form: Ekphrasis
Mostly it's just gluing bones together
ones found in a well furrowed field
a scattering of empty joints,
undetectable until tripped over.
An iron-age rebar
can be dug for
it will girder one socket to another.
The framework reconstructs itself
emptiness becomes whole
yet still see through.
There are sharp edges and blunt sounds,
they will clang like cowbells if not polished
into a ringing voice.
Sneak up on yourself,
rattle an echoing skull until teeth chatter
in a free-floating mind.
Whatever tumbles out of that
will be a loosely connected osseous process -
dead on arrival of course.
Pull the invisible strings - make it dance.
your bag of bones just nailed it
but what is it?
Categories:
girder, poetry,
Form: Free verse
went on rampage
they never would act their age
creating much rage
what we always did dread
had nightmares sleeping in bed
more people were dead
when willow did weep
we would count the wooly sheep
soon were sound asleep
behind was facade
our minds they would seem to prod
God will love and laud
in field sheep herder
fence supported by girder
news mentioned murder
such a poor putter
when we had heard him stutter
would often shutter
Categories:
girder, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
He records the works of his life, the ephemera
he once scrawled onto the tissue thin,
thinking them indelible blueprints.
Most were fables told to a dying legend,
Pastimes, that were chariot wheels
for his little red wagon.
He is an inventor of sorts, an engineer
of impossibilities.
He accumulates metallurgical oddments
for mechanical artifacts
that have no purpose or point;
contrivances with strange gears.
attachments that bolt on to
only missing parts.
They are pieces of an assemblage
made to represent an unknowable idea.
He structures these devises
on the leeched rims of endless visions.
His minds darkened workshops
flicker with the light of kerosene lamps.
He needs shadows and the gleam of
yet undreamed dreams,
he needs gaslight eyes
while shaping the formless.
Nuts, bolts, levers, and steam driven
small brass sprockets
for the calibration of improbable elements
are his articles of faith.
A life he once constructed
falls apart little by little.
He now searches for stronger,
less breakable mechanisms
to put together, no matter that they
serve no purpose, other than
to girder and frame
featherweight straws in the wind.
Categories:
girder, poetry,
Form: Free verse
My boredom stretches like a steel girder across the abyss
to wherever it is that boredom ends.
My dog wines his most insistent whine,
the one that says, “I’m bored too”.
The TV runs, background noise to the dog’s whine.
I sigh and wonder how many more seconds till the page turns.
With a secondhand pet to my dog, I stretch my toes
wondering if a mouse might peek out to pause the gloom.
Dragging slow, the dishwasher clanks it’s finished clank
telling me it’s time to unload the heard off it’s back.
I’m not that bored, I lean back in my chair
and wait for my muse to come jauntily to my screen.
Categories:
girder, i miss you,
Form: Free verse
Murder of a Sheep Herder
On a tall cross that had a girder
They caused what was to be murder
Of Son of God our sheep herder.
Jim Horn
Categories:
girder, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
From whose words,the ten commandments
It doesn't matter,you shouldn't break
The lord you see,as it reads
You shall have no other gods before me
If you shall ever do wrong by these commandments
You'll feel the pain
You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain
If you don't remember these commandments
Not necessarily,but to hell you'll fall slowly
Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy
There's no need to be faithful to another,but
Honor your father and your mother
Unless you want to be pinned on a girder
You shall not murder
You'll for sure be in misery
You shall not commit adultery
All the wrong you do will be revealed
You shall not steal
Don't lie if you can't return to your friend a favor
You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor
The desire to have what's not yours,craver
You shall not covet anything that is your neighbor's
Categories:
girder, christian, faith, jesus, religion,
Form: Rhyme
Follow The Steel
Protect the sanctity of the steel
The loins of the towers rumbled
At their bases leaving a traumatic loss
The world will never forget this day
When the twins fell and flight 93
Sacrificed themselves to save the
Untold thousands on the ground
Staining our soil with their blood
The earth cried out “Keep the
Sanctity of the Steel Reverent”
A piece of the steel girder travels
Our highways to firefighters and police
Across our roads keeping their memory alive
This piece of Steel carries a heartbeat
And a pulse of Honor and Respect from
Ground Zero that touches every heart
Those who try to abuse this memory
Must be stopped in their get rich
Schemes of impersonations and learn to
Protect the Sanctity of the Steel
Carole Cookie Arnold
Categories:
girder, dedication, recovery from...,
Form: Free verse
Mercurial splendor; earth, sky the
props
Sunlight glints through
effervescent drops
Fluorescent beams glisten through
glowing treetops
O'er grassy plain, steel girder slides
and hops
Colorful symphony earth's
footstool for heaven's grandeur
swaps
An arcing prism of neon across the
horizon crops
Categories:
girder, nature
Form: Rhyme