Sweating in the rustic dusts of Nazareth, you laboured.
As a farm labourer, ironsmith, weaver, and shepherd,
You ploughed with the peasants, who were curious yet loving.
They were teachers from whom wisdom, like clear streams, flowed, gushing.
You walked, pondering over the Sea of Galilee.
Where fishermen struggled like lilies amidst barberry,
The breeze, amalgamated with the Abba message, blew.
With you, the fraternity of the folks, day by day, grew.
You read about all philosophies and theologies.
Small or great, each one therein had unique ideologies.
The rich, though they seemed strong, bent in the winds of faith like reeds.
You held all of them in the same balance, mending their creeds.
Each herb, shrub, plant, tree, blossom, fruit, and weed imparted wisdom.
In the soul of each seed, the lord of lords founded the kingdom.
Categories:
ironsmith, jesus,
Form: Sonnet
Take lots of carbo
To survive the day's ordeal
For an ironsmith.
Categories:
ironsmith, career, engagement, perspective, work,
Form: Senryu
Ironsmith Quentin Metrys
became a noted flemish
He painted both religious&sacrificial
funding the Antwerp school so special
Categories:
ironsmith, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
long term thinking is a creator of appetite
but brain chemistry can play tricks
like a rattlesnake bite can play tricks
once you toss your conscience into the gutter
and the desire for being the most free
becomes last year's wavy banner fallen
venom fresh in the blood of life
parasitic feeble deprived and manacled
where free enough is free enough
leaving behind far less collateral dementia
the old school vs. the new school
which is which it's hard to tell
barking dogs from mewing cats any longer
the spilt shadows are that long
the tapping of striped canes that grim
the gullible have erected a stockade
because mama loves her babies
an accretion of idiocy by definition
it comes down to people don't know
long since sent to the evaporation pools
where permanent revolution is still a thing
and the Wurlitzer dialectic see saw
is a steam locomotive straining for traction
against the sparking anvil of the elder ironsmith
shoveling party slogans into the boiler
as if they were the color of sky
rather than a long dark gestation
now skipping and tooting down Elm St.
Categories:
ironsmith, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Men at work on the sky,
The welder just finished,
IronSmith started,
The plumber waiting!
Categories:
ironsmith, nature, weather,
Form: Free verse