Long Crafter Poems

Mein kampf analogous to one long run on unparsed sentence fragment

Heavily punctuated - hyphen
to embellish poetically
with bracing circumspection,
I markedly exclaim (parenthetically)
cumulative elapsed LXIII obits
around the nearest star
dashed by at lightspeed,
and quoting James Thurber
storied fiction titled
My...

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Who knows if magic exists,
if dreams come true
and whether miracles take place
(all of these things we thought we knew)

... buried in our haste
to dig childhood's grave...

And though something gets lost
along the way,
it's never very far...

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Listen to the whispering's of the unhushed winds gently echoing,
Ever so softly swaying, as through a tender exhaled breath of warmth,
Delicately reawakening mother earth from winters hibernating sleep,
Broken, shattered is the frozen icy spell of...

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Through the shadow of thought and shards of questions,
Where the soul dances among constellations,
Stretches in burning silence the difference,
That separates through valleys and peaks - a him from a her, without appearance.
He, wanderer in the...

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My heart is cold.
“Time is the healer of hearts” so I’ve been  told.
With arms crossed, and an open heart. The story unfolds.
Before me lies a ditch, one that I lie in.
‘Biggest blessing or biggest...

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On Devil’s Night

There once was a devil queen  on Whispering Lane
Mean and cunning her crew driven insane
For millenniums hurling malice 
Content in her palace
Casting a malevolent muse throughout her reign

The King no longer amused...

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Tell Me -Who Do You Say That I Am?

Tell me.  Who do you say I am?

Word 
First voice to enlighten creation’s realms
Word of prophet’s words from mystic mystery runes 
Prophecy and proverb wearing vision
Flow...

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Resuming bulk from those which almost don't exist
Stoic in my unique role, careful timber tiger crafter
Tiny depicted tigers roll on wheels, pulled by strings
Lasting remnants of an animal disappearing faster

Eager tourists, affluent enough to pay...

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To Daddy, Mama, Billy-Bro, Punky and Massachusetts....


Glazed, deep snow, virgin crunched under my aimless walk
as I idle rambled onward through a vacant, bare-treed park.
Sun was so high that its brightness flashed sparkling pastels.
Fleeting blue spots...

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Love is the master and we but it's slave
yet as a slave we can enter into a world of pain
To aim for the stars and crave the one you love
feels so right and yet can...

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If Tables Talked
By: Tom Wright
2/4/99

You say It's only a wooden table.
While in a sense , that's true,
yet it possesses character and warmth
much like unto It's previous owners.
I should think that as we dust and polish...

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The mud lay there quite unnoticed and unconcerned,
Till the day a wandering crafting potter came by and settled,
He dug out the mud, shook it and sieved it for use,
Soon it was gelled with humidity into...

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A Blitzing Christmas Carol

The birth of Christ
The birth He sacrificed
Sacrificed for man
Sacrificed with a plan
Plan for forgiveness
Plan of Christmas
Christmas is festive
Christmas is restive
Restive of waiting
Restive of separating
Separating of love
Separating from above
Above where Angels Sing
Above on...

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The Altar
(From The Old New Home FWB Church)
Written: By Tom Wright
5/14/2006

It was at this dated altar that first I knelt
Being a mere babe in Christ at the time
I’ve attempted to recapture the feelings I felt
When...

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So many thoughts collide in my head
When im laying, waging war in the deep consciousness lurking within my head 
With words, i feel, i cant express the type of pain i feel inside,
 that at times,
 makes me...

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The dark spill muddied my canvas: 
Made its mess, dislocated light 
And thoughtful lines to the edges 
While it claimed the center for spite.
 
It seemed like all was wrecked. 
The time I'd worked nightly
To...

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Just as a boy grows into teenager 
he is bound to one day grow into man 
I think it's when he is just five years old 
He becomes a demolition fan 

At that juncture it's...

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Just as a boy grows into teenager 
he is bound to one day grow into man 
I think it's when he is just five years old 
He becomes a demolition fan 

At that juncture it's...

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I have no wish to partner with armor making my defenses sharper –
			It is spiritual truth I seek to garner.

I choose to never deliberately hush any moments passing brush –
			But try absorbing its full blush.

I...

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I Am…

Woman – give me life to nurture
Wife – give me two lives made one
Singer – give me arias of symphonies
Poet – give me words to move the heart
Dancer – give me waltzes and tap...

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The Crafter

From her pantry inventory
A list of ingredients, she selects
A spoon of this, -  a cup of that
A delicate food, she projects

From off the dirty forest floor
A large log is obtained
Sawed, molded, sanded and...

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A flinch might slow me down
to meeting those I'm after.
Perhaps a famous poet
a wordsmith and a crafter.

Maybe meet an artist
who's harvested a smile,
Or even meet the woman
who sat through it in style.

I'd search for smarter...

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Lassie, pretty, invincible pleasure
The pride of a skilled crafter!
There lived on the landscapes a farrier,
By the ruins of Ottoman Empire.
His daughter, heaven's courtier!
A professional innkeeper;
Sometimes serving the Royal Jester;
Sometimes guardian of her.
That pleasant horizon for...

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I am an angel sent from heaven above
Sent to protect you on the wings of a dove.
My spirit will guide you as your soul will sing.
Your guardian angel of love to you my heart I...

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Agony is nigh ever-present in humanity. 
It is the nefarious antagonist that unabashedly lurks in the shadows;
And With detestable malice, it strikes with a hellish wrath. 

This abhorrent lash is the unintentional crafter of heroism.
It...

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