Hammers Poems | Examples

Fixing a Leak

The plumber is fixing a leak;
The pipe’s needing more than a tweak.
So for things to improve 
He will have to remove 
Some wood panels - I’m starting to freak.

Our house, built in ‘80, is old
And it’s paneled, which is, truth be told,
Now considered passé 
But was cool in its day,
Though with changing it, I’ve not been sold.

So I’m listening from the next room
As he hammers and drills; I presume
That he knows what to do 
For we haven’t a clue
If more leaks, in the future, will loom.

But voila! He just finished and yes,
I’m relieved of a lot of my stress,
For he came well-equipped
To replace what had dripped
And he didn’t leave much of a mess.

On the wall, all the panels survived 
And the handyman, once he’s arrived,
Will nail down what is loose
And, as you can deduce,
Of my kitchen, I won’t be deprived.

Life Is But A Trick

Who knows how
Net turns ten
Now own to won
Off arm to mar

The sunshine of four
That rise to grow
Their sheep fur
Just like ours 

As long as bride's gown
Unlike a fairy tale bird
Whose ribs are light
Off bid to plead the sky

To help pin its way up 
Without its mother's tips
Not to get nip by the wind
Unto the back of the earth

But sheep does go through pains
Often off nap time to rest a while
That span through a hell of lifetime 
Cum surviving fitness' coat off cot

In the rain where cold hits softly
In the sun where heat hammers 
Year-in year-out, as era unfolds
New pit of hope to upshot stained lint

Before ash fill the hopeful wind 
And its ash covers the sky
To shy away graceful breath
Heavenly arc shaped its being

That mirrors mercy; merrily  wrapped
Off war but shaped games battling light
To shine a drab dragon fuming to see 
The beast of night before dawn nods

A Modest Enemy

The argument of silence, absonant,
hammers into the pliant mind it’s hard
nails of craving.—a spirit thusly marred
will yield to any prickle, every scant

pressure to give in.—once the foreign implant
is firmly riveted, a brain so jarred
can no longer trust its levies to guard
its thoughts against the inner, speechless “can’t”.

Quietudes disturb the peace of silent
folk, pounding its forceful will upon their backs.
When, going unfulfilled, a lurching tic
tickles the unstilled ego, its violent
lashes thrash harsh whips in frequent attacks
on the tender flesh of a crooked back.

Echo's Spiral Inward

An echo is felt, touched, recalled,
it drums against our hearts,
strikes softly upon the ringing
shell of being.

An echo hammers upon an open door,
it is unconcerned with any closeted desires,
it is not ours to interpret.

Echo's image comes to us
wrapped within a blossoming,
an ever-opening vowel of vocalic enticement.

Lily-padding slippers tread lightly
yet step loudly upon the mind.

I welcome all dark flowers,
their language is throb and vibration.
I am awakened by the sensual stem,
pulled up into an erotic drumming,
resounding echo's don, the flesh of myself.

Echo is the face of memory,
it is the naming of names,
Echo returns our call
whether spoken or not.

For a moment we tremble like a leaf
that the wind impartially fondles.

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Is This Love

butterflies flutter in your presence 
bluebells ring the sound of your voice 
bold moon gives bright sun a turn 
fireflies light when you smile 
streams riffle your name 
my heart hammers 
in my mind
is this
love

BLUE CHEESE AND OLD PICKLES

BLUE CHEESE AND OLD PICKLES

Looking back at the decades gone by
Over the wall at hammers and sickles
Berlin with a certain oldworld appeal
Just the setting for spy novels, I feel
For me, blue cheese and old pickles
A ‘60s memory that’s now gone dry

Blue cheese veins, a suggestion of age
Old pickles in vinegar make me wince
Some say they all were different times
With the red versus blue secret crimes
But has remained unsettled, ever since
If reading history, seeing the next page

As the bear wakes, an eagle flies again
But glancing over a different shoulder
Only across oceans and never a bridge
Is it now time to clear out that fridge
Threats of war both hotter and colder
Yet nervous tension will always remain

Cheese may leave a tang in the throat
Especially if they’re considered as blue
Pickles are always sharp on the tongue
But was that a dirge that I heard sung
Perhaps it is time to know what’s true
And ignore what all the papers wrote

June 26

Violently thrashing and jerking and pulling
It implores me to act
Desperate to stay alive in it's final hour
Reminding me of our pact

It pleads, it begs, It cries to me
All the while concealing it's fangs
It tears me apart inside
It hammers, it pounds, and it bangs 

A love earst alive and warm and real 
Now cold and cooling yet 
Longing to be revived, it's fighting
Refusing to lose the bet 

Once nurtured now neglected, alone and afraid 
I must let it die 
And to ensure it won't return a spectre tomorrow
I'll stare it in the eye

In a Fix

      To fix with a hug or a kiss 
         means nothing much was amiss

      When hammers and nails are required
         ~ the problem is truly dire

Hard Hat Times

Yellow above the dredged-up earth.
hard hats, husky men
bent on constructive destruction,
Brush burning,
they flame throw their wands of
progress.

It all has to be done, done to be mended,
done to be done with.
Nature got too messy,
it overgrew its concrete margins,
it got above our work-booted
aspirations.

Clean-up crews sweep and press
against the head-on-winds
of a riotous environment.
Steel, hammers the seeded mud
crushing it of any taint of green.

Everyone knows this is obscene,
lips and ears must be temporarily closed
like the bleak roads ahead
and those dug over 
below our feet.

Enjoy My Life

Enjoy My Life

Feel my death, walk on my life my loved love
Delete everything from our past, starting life
The new, crossing my life, loved by your life

Need you a died life, give him watery wet life
I need your hand and fingers, touch my heart
I am beating you with my hammers in my red

suffering heart, blood is a river the stream’s life
love you, loved you a dusty broken soul’s heart
wipe him, must your slave, kneeling to your being

I will give you everything
from my fate
from my heart

Enjoy
my life

Needed Love

Needed Love

A walker life asks the life, where is my life?
You have no life, you are destroyed, answers life

Walker can not feel love, outcast life, trapped heart
Love was a blurred desire, tears on the window glass

He needed love, poor guy, no money, stay dead life
No money, no honey, says the American saying; Dusty life

I am hopeless, created by foggy psychological monsters
The rats of the soul are my executioner, my blood’s drinker

I needed the love, and hope from my imagined desire
Diamond lady, my dream will never be realized

Living a past vision in my life, this lady loved too far 
Oh, a still beating broken heart believes his lost dreamy life

Heavy sigh, weighted breathing, my heart is hammers kind
Remembering the guy who lost love and life, frozen life

Needed Love
Remembered Love
Dropped Desire
Misty Lady
Stopped heart
Mine
Goodbye…
… Life

Runescape Poem

Oh runescape, oh old school 
How someone once gave me rope and chair and knife.
That noob was such a fool.
I have also been a wife.

From rs girlfriends to bots and scammers.
We go through the wilderness and 99's.
Catching chins and pounding our hammers.
The player base declines.

From the bossing and raiding to the questers and sweats.
Raise your crystal grail.
Throw your nets.
And stop trying on that goblin mail.

From killing dragons to dropping red spiders eggs during that time of month at the GE.
To your imbued heart being mine.
And by the way, he is not a she.
Here's to 92 being half of 99

Holiday Fun

Once was a saint, round and vast,
Whose sight was strangely amassed,
He gave gifts unseen,
A concerning scene,
‘cause giving was getting fast.

Elves, with their laughter so shrill,
Made toys with joyous free will,
With hammers, they’d bang,
And merrily sang,
A chaos craft, standing still.

Then Santa paused in his flight,
And pondered the elves tonight,
“Their chaos,” he smiled,
“Wonderfully wild,”
“The chaos toys shining bright.”

A Trip to the Dentist’s Office

Manslaughter, murder and massacre is one
But a visit to the dentist is another
The eerie smiles hidden behind the masks
The twinkly eyes filled with plots
To offer they have lots and lots
Oh… those dentists I wish I had never met…!

Rubbery gloves and broken headlights
Red sinks of blood
The dirty water or is it mud?
Disgusting pastes and painful syrups
Tweezers, hammers, and drills
Certain of our deaths!
Oh… those dentists I wish I had never met…!

Every visit every time
Oh.. the noble hearts.. 
put on their smiles and say
-“it is just another month or two!
Have a Good Day”!
Oh… those dentists I wish I had never met…!

Shape

The hammers that my hands became
once reached so desperately to be held
I'm surprised they don't remember the shape,
that they've changed so much.

My mouth sang songs once.
My heart beat for everyone around me,
Bled 
for everyone around me.

When the scavengers slink into
my tomb
will they cry?

Will they know nothing should be this bitter?

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