Porcelain boy,
Hammer in fist,
Building walls-
Cracking, his face twists.
So pretty, so alone.
Storm cloud mind monsoons from his eyes
"I am not worth it" he screams
His concrete ribcage contains
A monster of fire forged shame.
This phase in life,
Smoke is wrapping around his face
Porcelain is hardening-
Porcelain is stained.
Repair, remind, revisit
Heal, hell, high.
No pain stains my lips
When I scream your name
Only honor
To say it, to know it
To love you.
He tries.
I know, he tries.
I was born with a hammer in hand
Breaking down connections
From the moment I could breathe
My first steps were into the soles of rejection.
I find myself wondering
“Does it have to end this way?”
Even when the night falls
The day is still the day.
I was built for tearing down
Trust and bonds and truth
Because if you start see who i truly am
It’s time to cut you loose.
I fear the fear of thinking
I think I fear you too
You promise me forever
So that’s why I have to leave you.
I don’t want to be afraid
But that’s all i know
I was built for rejection
So it’s nature for you to go.
Go,
Go.
The wood was perfect.
Hammer in hand, he toiled.
Sweat trickled down his neck.
Her face was chiselled,
A perfect portrait:
The hawk-like nose,
The high cheekbones,
The wide brow.
But not her flaring eyes.
They defied him.
In exasperation, he threw the lamp,
His only source of light,
And watched the wood burn.
In the deserted cabin.
In a wooded glen forlorn,
When the fire subsided
They found his body
Long dead, carbonised and cold.
And a piece of chiselled wood
Charred and worthless.
originally written in 10/4/2016
Astonishment
The queen in her gilded coach pulled by white horses
Came gliding on the sea, towards the sandy shore
Where men stood waited to be knighted.
They had done their duty to keep their mouth shut
And averted their eyes to the state’s illegal activity
Now, payoffs a title and membership in a pash club
The queen came ashore, she had a white lion cub
In one hand and a hammer in the other hand
She hit the men over the head; they fell and died.
The queen, a Marxist revolutionary had been silent
for so long, now she was, old the truth had to come out
no horse carriage for her, but she kept the lion cub.
THE CAT
Oooh. Some things you wouldn’t believe, would you?
When I moved into Beaumaris Avenue, number 4
I met Gladys, who lived next door.
She lived alone with her cat, called Jed,
A big black moggie, with a big black head.
He had saucer green eyes that seemed to glow
And the threat of death in every claw.
His screams in the night made my blood boil
And he left foul-smelling parcels in my soil
Oooooooh, some things you wouldn’t believe would you!
I went round when I could stand it no more
And I indignantly banged on Gladys’s door.
A builder answered with hammer in his hand
But I threw him my complaint, just as I’d planned!
He said, “you’ve a problem, it’s been empty a year or more!”
And with a contemptuous look, he slammed the front door!
So I went back home, I couldn’t sleep that night,
It left me feeling all queasy and tense,
And at midnight I looked out the bedroom window
And there, were a pair,
of glowing green eyes, looking, back at me, from the fence!
Oooh. some things you wouldn’t believe, would you?
Dad,
I loved it when you showed me how to hammer in a nail.
The many times at the lake you carried my shovel and my pail.
When you taught me how to hold a hockey stick.
Shooting the puck is what I learned quick.
The times you hid behind the tree.
Making sure my sisters and I were as safe as we could be.
I am proud of you for teaching me right from wrong.
To never back away ,feel courage and be strong.
But the day you left and I could not see you again.
I hugged you tight, now I feel shame.
The battle of COVID was not fair to you.
The lack of oxygen made your skin turn a pale blue.
You fought hard to be here for each and everyone.
It was your time, you were ill and you really missed sweet mom.
Little by little the red bricks begin to fall apart
he is getting ready to take the staircase to heaven
she watches from a window the hunch of his back
outside the garden is in disarray but full of dew
Her conscience whispers gently in her youthful ear
this was once the house that raised you girl
She walks over to the porch hammer in hand
and as the sun sets in the sky like a rouge rosette
she works aside green ferns, old as dinosaurs
Assaulted by a leaky roof and an unsteady door
she walks in, "Grandpa ? " he answers with a sigh
then slowly drinks her in, with two electric eyes.
7/15/2020
Contest name: Decaying House
Sponsor: Constance La France
Joyful, he sings
He bumps, in to things
His forehead is scarred
From cuts and dings
Peppered with paint
From head to toe
Bless his heart
He doesn’t know
With so much to do
Too preoccupied
For these thoughts to accrue
So it’s back outside
Hammer in hand
Pocket of nails
Meets all demands
It never fails
A real handy man
He’s willing and able
Always working
To keep us stable
A gentle voice
A ginger touch
A big ole heart
That loves so much
That’s my daddy
A rare gem
I’m a lucky girl
To look up to him
THIS IS A STORY OF "OLE" MEIN FABLE
WHO HAD A TALKING HORSE IN HIS STABLE
HIS COWS COULD TALK AND HIS ROOSTERS
COULD SING
THEY TOOK A CERTAIN PLEASURE TO THE JOY IT COULD BRING
THE HOGS DRANK BEER AND WORE LIGHT GREEN SADDLES
THE DUCKS ROWED BOATS WITH HANDMADE PADDLES
THE FROGS AND TOADS HELD BOUTS BY THE RIVER
THE WHEAT NEEDED CHORING AND THE STRAW SHOULD'VE DELIVERED
BUT "OLE" MEIN FABLES DRANK CIDER AND WHISKEY
HIS EX-WIFE WROTE HIM
SAYING I KNOW YOU MISS ME.
I GOTTA NEW MAN AND NEED SOME MONEY.
GONE IN THE SHED AND GET SUM FOR ME.
"OLE" MEIN FABLE STOOD AND SAID
SHE WAS A DRILL ON THE FLOOR AND AH HAMMER IN THE BED
HE CURSED THAT WOMAN UNTIL THE STORMS CLOUDS CAME
WHINING AND COMPLAINING
ABOUT SILLY THINGS
THE COWS HEARD THE CONVERSATION AND THE ROOSTER
COMMENTED AND SAID
AH RABBIT TOLD YOUR WOMAN
THAT WHY HE'S MAD....
THE ROOSTER SANG
PICK THEM TOMATOES
CUT THAT GRASS
DOUGH SEE DOUGH
YOU TALKING TO FAST
SNEEZE IN THE DUST
RAKE THE LEAVES
YOU WOMAN DON'T WANT YOU
THAT'S THE WAY THINGS BEE
Pounds! Pounds! Pounds!
Step on scale, gotta lose weight,
Pounds, pounds, pounds.
Pound in new habits, eat right, run more
Run round, round, round.
Can’t wait, step on scale,
Sure I’ve lost weight,
Pounds, pounds, pounds.
Step on scale, gained weight,
Pounds, pounds, pounds.
Pound in new habits, eat right less, run more, more.
Run round, round, round, round.
Can’t wait, step on scale,
Sure, I’ve lost weight,
Pounds, pounds, pounds
Step on scale, gained weight,
Pounds, pounds, pounds.
Pound in new habits,
Hammer in hand, Hammer to scale,
Pounds! Pounds! Pounds! …
NoelsArt
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for you I beat a skip and I skip a beat,
for you I do it endlessly it isnt a simple feat,
for you I melt when in love and i beat in pain,
for you I beat in sport, but never in vain,
for you I sink in betrayal and float in victory,
for you I fly on first kisses, and race in misery,
for you I hold secrets,and pour out song,
for you I flutter and smoulder when that someone comes along,
For you I suffer in silence and bleed in violence,
For you I can be given as a gift of deliverance,
for you I can live on a sleeve, or hide behind a bulletproof vest,
for you I can hammer in activity, I can tick on in rest,
for you I am the beat to the song of a mothers breath,
I live for all you do and stop only in death,
i work endlessly and ask for just one thing,
live your life in away that makes another heart sing.
Make the most for what you do,till death do us part, for you I am..
with love,
your heart.
I am on predizone or nitrachrome or some other such for my asthma kit.
Who invented asthma anyway, and why? It helps absolutely no one my friend!
A result is that I’m a drug addict this week; and I don’t like it the least little bit.
I don’t do well on predizone or Midol or Science Diet or booze of any kind.
My old boss, also my best friend in the world used to say, “Don’t have a fit.”
“Take a pill, stay at home.” She would continue. “ We can do without your mania today.”
It took 4 sleeping pills and a hammer in my head to let me sleep 2 hours last night,
It’s 8 a.m. and I already know my husband Joe’s idea of a good day is to stay out of sight.
Brexit Sonnet No.4
‘Year of Trial and Error’
So now it’s waning, our year of trial and error,
Our brush with one inglorious year just gone.
We’ve had it all, deception, lies and terror,
With inappropriate MPs movéd on.
Votes just bought and sold like weed or pot,
So ‘tanks a billion’ say both sides of the border.
Papers lost then found, but paradise not,
Whilst pay cap kept our health and law in order.
But desist from maudlin thoughts and look ahead,
Hammer in those solid logic nails,
Torque those nuts of truth on well turned thread
And set the train of thought on well honed rails.
Our home once more again to prime and proof,
Next year, no rot, no rust, just honest truth.
©Keith Murphy
I have some favorite tools I use,
Whenever I ply my trade,
From the hammer in my leather pouch,
To the retractable cutting blade.
I also love the spanners I have,
One metric, the other in inch,
When I use them to tighten to my car,
The small electric motor winch.
And the ratchet, socket and circular saw,
Displayed inside my shed,
I love these names said loud and proud,
From mallet to Phillips Head
And I use these tools every day,
I use the chisel, the grips, the wrench,
I love disappearing all the time,
By my old warn wood workbench.
When early rose the sun,
came first steps and a smile.
Humane, you were the one
to give and never tire.
Not just a house, you said,
we're building on their dreams,
not just a door of wood,
an entryway to hope.
Cheerful at dawn's break,
never to complain.
Weathered but not weary
with hammer in your hand,
you caught not one but two
buses before light.
You worked till stars debuted
as crickets lullabied.
Never too tired to help,
you're rugged, strong and kind.
Never cruel words spoken,
you're merciful heart shines.
One touch of your hand,
one word from your lips,
one act from your heart,
you brighten dark days
with your selflessness.
You chase the bees and find
flowers in full bloom.
You face the wind and stand
like tallest mountain.
You reach out with arms wide
to embrace the world
and inspire all to love.
I strive to be like you,
the kindest soul I know.
Written 2/10/17 for Random Acts of Kindness Contest
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