Long Tools Poems
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abecedarian
An arch's lowest stone from which it springs is a springer
Bounce in one’s step common to infatuation
Cricket term – one of a set of rubber strips on a bat handle
Door lock that will only open with a key
Elasticity, needed in many toys and tools
Fountainhead or source of inspiration
Growth and renewal time for plants
Hunting term - to rouse from cover
Instance of water leaking, as from pipes
Jump up and down as on a trampoline
Keys that are used to tighten clockworks
Loose from its anchor, usually by accident
Mechanical term - stored, potential energy
Nautical term - a mooring line amid two ships
Origin of water bubbling from the ground
Payment treating someone to a meal
Quickness to one's steps when late for a meeting
Release from imprisonment or confinement
Season between winter and summer
Tension released causing objects to move
Unexpected occurrence sometimes upwards
Vernal, relating to the spring equinox
Warped or bent out of shape as a ship’s wooden mast
Xanthous, the color of spring flowers, crocus, daffodils, forsythia
Yo-yo up and down or sideways from a coiled string
Zoology - a group of teal ducks
a compendium of words relating to various connections for the word, spring written February 18, 2015. My favorite: the last.
A pleasant sleep eludes her bed of stars.
Her crumpled sheets in twisted heap aloof.
The restless mind of mirth responds afar —
In moonlight serenade she scales the roof.
Arouse his sunlight glimpse of fleeting gown.
In tempest shines the greenest glow of eyes.
His busy hands are empty tools that drown
In longest days — he yearns to bid goodbye.
They bond at dusk and dawn where breath holds hands.
Godspeed In triplicate their spirit’s kiss.
Their eyes so tired — a desert full of sand.
The carbuncle-worn hearts adrift...amiss.
So soon, but not quite soon enough, he’ll land
To satisfy cooled sheets at love’s command.
10/4/2018
I have a body,
own a gendered organic body,
yet I am a mindbody
as ego's inside communal identity
embraces outside systemic context
Health communication
within my wealthy body
yet a communing mindbody
inter/intra-communicating
bilaterally co-passioned organism
Musician
within my binary gendered body
yet a musing
win/win healthy
resiliently co-resonant MindBody
spiritually led futures
yet naturally following past paths
CoArising consciousness
My spiritual mind has a natural body
yet ego-mind
is also a sacred eco-logically felt body,
depending on whether you perceive Self
as In receiving Out
and/or from Outside giving
Inside co-empathic worship
aids and tools
appropriate to a deep learning
courageously curious
gendered co-binary
organic egobody health system
At least on our better days
and in peak trauma-free moments
of co-empathic enlightenment
empowering spiritually natural
wholesome,
sometimes sexy,
co-investments
Co-operating
sacred mind
de-segregating organically safe
and religiously healthy
Inter/intra-communicating
bicamerally balancing
win/win compassion's bodhisattva
Transparent spiritual mind's
vulnerable natural body's
resilient EarthTribe
sacred green
bipartisan communionation.
Why as black women do we just have to accept everything
Can't complain just accept the bare minimum
Treated like mothers who didn't get a choice
Forced into a life of sacrifice
Treated like animals but stripped of dignity
Our lives were never ours just a product of control
Used and abused like some rag doll
Dressed to impress like a model
Except insulted and sexualised on the catwalk
Blamed for existing
Then punished for being angry
At a world that keeps us miserable
For the sake of their own joy
But then again why expect respect from the world
When we are not even respected by our own men
Who would do anything to attract white women
Even if it means betraying the loyalty
Of their own community
But I guess that's what happens when
They chase whiteness
Who are filled with self hatred
Transferred into colourism
A black woman's desire is to just exist
Not a life drowned in exhaustion
The constant looks over the shoulder
The being driven to psychosis
Gaslit until we are burnt out
Plagued by judgement
A standard of infinite perfection
And to always be held to an unreasonable standard
A singular question
Of when we will receive our protection
To them we are not humans
Just experimental tools
To be poked and prodded
And have our scars out in the open
Scrutinised in life and death
For us there will be no rest
Just a test
Of who will come out the best
Rudolph's nose shines frosty bright,
Relations will be cool this night
He raps a hoof on Santa's door
And says we feel we should earn more
If we're to work on Christmas day
We must insist on double pay
And if we do not get our way
We'll just refuse to pull your sleigh
Santa sneers, I do not like
Your attitude, so take a hike
For if the reindeer go on strike
I'll just go out and buy a bike
Rudolph hisses, listen Guv
A bike to fly the sky above
With all your weight you'll need a shove
But don't call on the reindeer, Bruv.
If I must I'll hire a van
Just remember, I'm the man
Who makes the rules, because I can
You pull sleighs... That's the plan.
Rudolph gasps, in fact he balks
Santa thinks he flys with hawks
Hark at him and how he talks
Without us reindeer, Santa walks
You cannot strike, it's not allowed
You've got your head stuck in a cloud
But don't get used to standing proud
You'll soon be back, your heads all bowed
We're underpaid, don't stand and preach
We fly all night, one carrot each
If no agreement we can reach
You find us lounging on the beach
But Santa says, you're meant to vote
To tick a box and post the note
So no one knows just what you wrote
So who says you can rock the boat
Don't stand and quote the union rules
You take us for a bunch of fools
And treat us like a herd of mules
Tonight my friend, we're downing tools
Then Santa sighs, Just stop your squawking
Without you lads, I won't reach Dorking
Would two carrots each stop you walking
Ah, says Rudolph, Now you're talking
I have been through many turbulent things in life
I consider myself a survivor, through the years
Trauma has no time limits as it molds the mind to replay
Memories can be repressed or they can be relived
Depending on the ability to cope with them
Much healing can come from releasing feelings
That may have been frozen for quite a while
It’s easy to say, things are to be left in the past
As if you can put them, where you want them to be
But, the mind and spirit still absorbed the impact
Scars can remain that others cannot see
Facing the truth head-on can strengthen one’s being
But, we are never immune to be weakened again
Turning things into positive creations, helps the most
Because what we experience gives us tools to work with
For the most amazing, positive things to happen
That without such experiences, may not happen at all
No matter what you have been through in time,
There is always something remarkable that can be done
When we differentiate the pain from a new outcome,
The trauma from who we are, the memories from the present
Time is a beautiful thing, as it becomes a gift to receive
In our approach of acceptance with the here and now
All in what we choose to do, the moment we open it
Heidi Sands
2/29/20
Christ’s new ministry was so interrupted
By Satan the Prince of the World
The fallen anointed demon in jewels
Trying to take charge in a whirl
“What is this teaching?” The amazed crowd asked,
“Isn’t this one the carpenter’s son?”
Unsettling as it was, he went on his way
Departing on foot for Capernaum;
Jesus made house calls in homes of the ill
While engaging Himself in their lives;
He rebuked the fever not the person
Determined with compassion he strived
Take the boat farther from land, Jesus called,
Throw your net into the deep water;
His call to Peter is His call to us—
Now you will catch men, do not fear;
You can make me clean, the leper believed.
Friend your sins are forgiven was echoed
As Jesus saw faith coming through the roof
To the paralytic, Take up … go…
Earthly bodies are mortal – life’s handbreadths—
Our lifetime is nothing in His sight;
Christ ignored neither the urgent need nor
The ultimate goal; the latter being right;
Satan is everywhere, e’en the wheat fields
On the Sabbath day of lawful rest—
The Son of Man is Lord of the Sabbath,
Withered hand restored and stretched out – Blessed!
Jesus is the authority and the LORD!
We are His tools to use in world’s strife,
Not needing praise and free from prideful hurt
We find rest in Him, the Way and Life
Luke 5:4, 10;
Luke 5:20, 24--
Oh, so revered this child be, so blest
was I to kiss her tiny knee.
And blessed to give her birth, ah, yes!
God placed this infant girl upon my
joyous chest.
And, you know from decades hence,
in a musty, dark grave, I shall lie and
dream of her beauty at its best.
Of her intelligence, of her compassion
I today, stand in proudest awe.
Not of crowds cheap, unaware of their
country’s leader, of split mind and gone
insane.
I watched her with joy, humility and tears
as she was most duly elected.
Yet crowds be rattled in their heads!
With naught to do, just criticize and I pray,
Be still and off to bed.
Selfish oafs, who do naught to better
this sad, lost world.
Seeking pride in vainglorious things!
Lost in empty-prized meanderings.
Bowing to other brainless fools~~
Lacking in any heart warmed tools.
Dearest Lord, thank you for this gift,
so precious and divine!
A prolific daughter who never falls
drunk on drugs nor wine.
But sees to it that her fellow man,
Walks only in your righteousness,
not the crazed body politic~~
Doing outstanding civic work,
For all her fellow Americans!
4-1-2022
Teacher
Dear Teacher
Thanks for the hard work and dedication
To the students that you teach
Thanks for always practicing what you preach
Thanks for instilling in them
The things that need to be instilled
Thanks for helping dry away their little tears
Thanks for the years and years of service
It hasn't always been easy .
No
Thanks for holding on and never letting go
Thanks for the commitment to every single child
Making this learning experience worth their while
Thanks for the friendships and unbroken bonds
Thanks for reassuring parents
That you got this hun
Thanks for the sleepless nights
Trying to put things together
Thanks for the redirection
Thanks for the growth
Thanks for taking the kids up under your wing .
Thanks for the nursery rhymes
And when you sing ??
Thanks for the joy you bring
Thanks for being a doctor
When they get a scratch (lol)
Thanks for the great impact
I know some days you want to throw in the towel
I understand
Thanks for lending a helping hand
No matter the circumstance
It takes a village
To raise a child
And we are all doing a great job
Even when the class gets demanding and you don't feel you've been dealt the right cards
Thanks for still playing your part
Thanks for being a counselor when they have problems
(Like sharing)
Thanks for always caring
T-is for taking the time
E-is for every time you've been kind
A- is for all that you bring
C- Is for caring no matter how hard it seems
H-is for holding the fort down
E-is for positive energy that the children match
R-is for respect we all have to earn that .
And teaching is not always in school
Thanks for giving us the rules and tools
Dear Teacher
Thanks
For turning their can't into, I can
And helping them build the confidence and self-esteem
Thanks for helping them dream and be a part of the dream team
When life throws the stone and feel like it will defeat you
Thanks for being the perfect teacher
No matter what has been served on life's platter
Thanks for all you've done and Teachers you matter ?? ?? ?? ?? ??
Written by Concetta Hardnett
05/09/2024
Ten years ago I was bereft.
My garden began when you left.
Literally on my hands and knees,
clearing paths among surrounding trees.
Uncovered were the root of one tree,
winding it's way around the rockery.
Rusted gardening tools, a fire grate,
children's toys and a wrought iron gate.
The sweat on my brow healed my heart.
Then buying plants, I made a start.
From the smallest alpine to the tallest tree,
I now have two hundred and eighty three.
My garden brings me so much joy,
it feels as though it was my buoy.
To see such beauty lifts my heart.
Each bud unfolding playing it's part.
Now the children are up and gone,
in the peace I hear the birds' song.
Time to reflect and sip some wine.
Gosh, I'm glad this garden's mine.
09/06/2020
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