Long Smithy Poems

History’s Greatest Miracle Play

Let me tell you a story - Prologue

Actors gather to play their parts
To set the stage – backdrops and props –
In history’s greatest miracle play
Called to speak their lines
On redemption’s stage
In a...

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Because the charity of my native place
Obliged me, the broken branches I the picked up
Them giving back him, who was to debase.

Then we finally reached where had to leap
From the second turn to third, and...

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“We may think of freedom, not as the right thing to do, but as the opportunity to do what is right.”              ...

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We ain't lived the blues yet
How the hell would we know
We ain't been there dying
How the hell would any of us 
Ever hope to know

We never even felt it
The hunger and the crying
The orphans and...

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The wordsmith toils over hot metal fonts in wellsprings
Struggling like a blacksmith to hone and shape 
    thoughts and images into typeface words and poems.
To conjure up meanings from thoughts twisted, prodded,
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The young generation, who believe in dissolution,
promulgating the manifesto
“tradition is the grave of the banality,
only solecism is the quickening of new life…”

yell upholding a flag similar to a bad check
which is unable to secure the...

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YOU ARE IN A CAR WITH CHARCOAL BLAZING IN THE BOOT....DID IT EXPLODE :)
Bernie Kinnear was a blacksmith who  needed charcoal
so they brought some by car to the smithy...trouble was it came to life...

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He was the village blacksmith
To us children he was known
As our adopted Uncle Wilf
They’d no children of their own.
Six days a week he worked,
His hours long and physically hard.
Our cottage back door opened 
Straight onto...

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When Clem finally made it into town
Leading his horse and swearing
The townfolk looked at him askance
But, Clem totally wasn't caring

He had walked the last five miles
His horse had thrown a shoe
Walking wasn't his favorite sport
But,...

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Scapes and Tales
Hearts and Fences
Tales of Joe Louie McMar

Book 1 - Canadian Bacon

Of Belle and Beaux
When I See You I Miss You
Marjorie and Isabella
The Jester and DeLilah
Peaches and Cream
The Struggle
Laura Can You Hear Me
Laura
Laura Mean
Canadian...

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It was Old Man Smith’s farm this story begins, begins, gets told and ends,
And will never be anything more than a local story that’s told between friends.
You see, the cold night sky kept filling with...

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Ah King Kane.. you’ve done it again

Heavenly humility hums on a simply higher plane..

Angelic ability strums..curious necks studious crane

Classical charms forever waver but won’t wistfully wane

Professorial textbook tutorials..clever rhapsodies of restrain

Classy but never brassy..balletic lullabies...

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New moon
New leaf
New sorrow
New grief

New pain and suffering
Never ending, never dying
Not a soul, not a sinner
Never wishing, never crying

Now a time, then a place
First a heart, then a spade
Next of kin, next in line
Never being,...

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As a poet I am told
I am a "maker" in Greek
I am a "seer" in Latin 
taking words and plucking them
from the primordial void 
plucking from the infinite fields 
grazing in the tall lush grass
sucking...

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AFRICA IS NOT YOUR LAB

Monumental carcasses impended: Africa is not a lab, 
A pinch of your pin is worse than knife stab -
Reducing a people you didn't create,
Solution is your cunning bait
But your weapon is...

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He's a stable smithy
Thinks his genius words are pithy
As he pounds, pounds, pounds
Into the night

Swings his big word-hammer
Never minding lies and grammar
Cuz he's gotta, gotta, gotta
Fuel the fight

With his bellowslike ire
He stokes the fire
As it...

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JESTER OF BROKEN HEARTS

Translucent images of a self-perceived worth, 
Morals corrupt with ebon thoughts, 
A dance mockery to my own humanity, 
What makes me the torrent vestige imposed upon today’s populace, 
A self imposed victim...

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To take a stand and to defend it
A broken vow and try to mend it
A learning line and try to curve it
To beef it up and try to serve it

To fashion out of nothing
So gracefully...

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A smithy peers into a white hot
Ingot formed square
Seeing the idea of a meaning
Form there
How many turns at the anvil
How many soakings
In the heat
Long sweating hours hammering
Out her beat
The shape of the curve
Coaxed, twisted
Unnerve
Rough forged
Dimpled...

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EVENING



Evening falls and wings are folded
Darkness clothes the weary sky
Birdsong awaits the daybreak
And rest descends on all

The battering hammer of the smithy
The barking blade of the lumberyard
Have led their surefooted dance
Of sparks and spelks in...

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The smithy’s feelings ran amuck
His work began to show it
He did the best he could
To realize the storm

He’d bash each piece one extra time
And revel in the steam
His hammer swift as lightning
Like falling in a...

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The “Smithy”
Written: By Tom Wright
4/28/04


The anvil’s peal breaches the mid day air,
and his four pound hammer fettles the shoe.
At the forge’s cinders in thought I stare,
and listen to the wheezing bellows spew.

The portrait of a...

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Take it to the jester
He'll figure out the gist
Take it to the smithy
He'll bash it out for you

Take it to the juke
Hope they play it loud
Take it home to Liza
She'll send you to the zoo

Take...

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