Long Woodwork Poems
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Women of a certain age
Remember, when in school,
Boys did woodwork, girls
Home economics, as a rule.
The boys made houses for the birds –
They sanded, sawed and nailed
While girls both cooked and sewed,
Which every housewife’s job entailed.
When reminiscing with some friends,
We all could recollect
We had to sew an A-line skirt
For teachers to inspect.
Each one of us had moms like mine,
Who, knowing how to sew,
Helped stitch the skirt on her machine,
So we’d be good to go.
The memory brought laughter
Of our common circumstance,
But I might’ve made a better birdhouse
If I’d had the chance.
Gremlins live in my house and we are fine with it most days
They bring cheer and joy to us in subtle elfish ways.
They are well hidden in woodwork crevices and caches.
But sometimes they get too mischievous and move our glasses
Which bothers me little since I have forty pair.
They seem to disappear every other Tuesday in thin air.
Mine are polka dot and flowered and from the dollar store.
Also striped, leopard and plaid, diverse colors galore.
My husband thinks the gremlins are totally unfair,
His glasses, prescription, cost much more than my forty pair.
Hear that giggling coming from the air vent in the hall?
They are my darling sneaky fun-loving gremlins small.
What Makes a Friend
By Franklin Price
9/20/2014
What makes a friend I thought today
As I was lying half awake
Thinking of the friends I have
They are a lot for goodness sake
The best I married she's a sight
Don't have to look she's at my side
Through thick and thin she's always there
My partner in life's awesome ride
Without good friends what would life be
Both old and new they fill the mind
Some far away but close at heart
In memories not hard to find
I have digressed from title here
Do not yell and do not curse
For friends help ease a jumbled world
To make things better when they are worse
Out of the woodwork they appear
As if by magic if we're in need
Don't have to ask the offer's there
Please let me help oh yes indeed
The offer's made and if a friend
No expectation of return in kind
If you're a friend the return is there
If they are ever in a bind
Friendship's not a one way street
At least it isn't meant to be
It works both ways and when it's right
I'm there for you and you for me
To have a friend just be a friend
To all you meet along the way
And hope that when they speak of you
I have a friend is what they'll say
Two Thousand Sixteen's Coming
By Franklin Price
4/21/2015
Two thousand sixteen's coming
It's not that far away
Politicians from the woodwork
Are coming out to play
Posing and expounding
Until their breaths are spent
On the negatives of others
As they run for president
It's not the things for which they stand
Or the good things that they did
It's the bad things of their opponent
As a stupid teenage kid
There's no recollection out of bounds
How far fetched to mind it seems
It may not have even happened
May have come to them in dreams
While you're deciding how to vote
Listen closely clear your mind
Search for one who speaks of self
Maybe one of them you'll find
If you do and they make sense
Plans for the populous
Get behind push them along
Climb on the campaign bus
This searching is the hardest job
For which anyone applies
For politicians fool us
Put blinders on our eyes
Blinders are for horses
Not for presidential races
Look closely at the candidates
And for their second faces
I need a new TV stand
So I searched for one on Google,
Deciding in advance that I
Would splurge and not be frugal.
I bounced from site to site before
I found one so ideal,
In every way it fit the bill –
Too perfect to be real.
My gut reaction was the truth,
My quest to no avail;
Though it was beyond compare,
It just wasn’t up for sale.
See, a craftsman who’s a novice
With a talent for design
Did construct just what I wanted,
But it’s his instead of mine.
It was posted on the website
Of a woodwork magazine,
Which the Google team decided
Should appear upon my screen.
Oh, to find and lose an item
So much better than the rest
Means that now I’ll have to settle
For what’s clearly second best.
Work Work Work Work Work Work
Long weeks with a boss who is such a jerk
The world might end if the words thank you left his lips, jerk
Nothing but a jerk I tell you, he’s nothing remotely like Captain Kirk
I’m a baker in a country bakery, I’m not an office clerk
Not even once a year do I get a perk
Week after week just like clockwork
Mondays and Tuesdays I am off work
While the rest of the world is hard at work
Weekends to me just mean more work
Always excluded from weekend parties, I go berserk
It’s been twenty years now, so really I’m way beyond berserk
I’m now an outcast totally forgotten by the network
I’ve never called in sick, duties I refuse to shirk
But the boss laughs and gives nothing more than a smirk
I dream of doing other things like fancywork, woodwork or artwork
But my weekends aren’t for much more than leisurely housework
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on February 23, 2018 for contest FRIDAY FEELING sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 5TH
My brothers were building a deck with a supervision of someone
And when they finished, I thought it was the most beautiful deck
I've ever seen
The wood looked so nice
And the woodwork and the shape
I just loved it
Until they tore it down
And built another one later
since they now know the know-how
I never did like the 2nd deck
It just doesn't look the same
doesn't feel the same
For a long time I would never know why they did that
I could never understand it
Their reason? It looked old
In my mind it still looked the same
as I haven't been home for a long time
And I am still wanting to bring the old one back
So that is what it is in our mind
If you love someone or something
It never goes old in your mind
You still love it no matter what as time goes on
That's why it matters to treasure things you love
as it occupies a piece of your memory
You usually don't remember a lot of things
- only things that stand out in your mind
Take good care of that treasure trove
You don't want to lose it
Ahh what do I do if I lose it?
I would go nuts lol
That deck is still in my heart
Would my brothers tear it down if they had known it?
Yeah lol
But I may stop them
Kudos
One door will close and another will open
a portal to something quite new
Turning the knob is at times very daunting
but something we all need to do
There is no telling the places its leading
pathways a threshold will show
Step after step an adventure is calling
you must decide if to go
There you may find in astonishing phrases
words that are sent from afar
Flowers in vases with crystal wine glasses
the light of the first morning star
Chambers and hallways with fine golden hardware
paintings the walls do appear
Mahogany woodwork in arches and stairways
curtains of lace velvet sheer
Maybe a chair that does look so inviting
asking you to take a seat
While in the vestibule, someone is waiting
one you are destined meet
No matter the instance when doorways are open
open as well, up your mind
If you walk through as another door closes
you might be surprised what you find
*I admit we're putting on quite a carnival for the world to see.
Putting our worst clown foot forward.
Fighting one another over rolls of toilet paper
Scorching our foundation, juggling our fragile humanity.
Because of an exception to the rule-
A tin star clown is looting the gold from our souls.
Putting one rotting apple on the windowsill,
For all the world to see.
We're putting on quite a show, aren't we?
Now you cock roaches come out of the woodwork
to kick us when we're down.
To lay our stars and stripes six feet underground.
We the people get our act together.
When we put our clown feet back in the closet.
When the smoke clears, and the stars re-emerge.
The mockers will come knocking on our door to get in.
Demanding things from the one they put down.
Hey mockers, even at our worst, we remain the shining model for the world.
The torch to light your dark caves, to show you the way out...
Democracy is a constant debriding-a molting of the soul.
We are in a painful molting phase right now.
The eagle is grounded temporarily.
This battered bird will come out lighter and stronger.
Fly higher than ever before.
Ask old King George or Adolph or Bin Laden.
Mockers like you will retreat into your dank holes.
Still yapping as your mental visas run their course.
"anamorphosis"
your eyes
like mundi’s orb
crystal Orion belted
mysterious black opals
Blue globed
opallios light veined,
a Star calls us
Home
some are blind, disinterested;
other windows once jaded
are jewels, like emeralds and
sapphire skies, topaz earthed
Becoming
portals to worlds of others,
wide and open minded
what they see
is not the holy see
anamorphosis
ripples truth
the hands and feet
still bleed
of another soul
in hidden dimension
eventually the grains
are raised, revealed
the metamorph,
radical star seed
out of the woodwork
stone crumbles
and as heads turn
salt is tasted
tears,
pillars burn
drones take confessions
we isolate
da vinci
corpus christi
solemnity on
a June viral Thursday
starbursts by 3
on a Monday
we commence debating
coffin cities and Georgia stones
where we are guided to numbers
on a Sunday
the puzzle
seen eventually
arriving in
The Cloud
we look for answers
all doors closed in a world
we are over rated in our vanity
internally, we are All
I Am
we are called
we learn about true Love
and why we are born
when death whispers around us
in our dawn
Now,
translate
salvator mundi.
Souls stretch
in the end, we all
reach for what's seen
in the Light
of an orb
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“The Gospel of John Hurt” / Alt-J
https://youtu.be/LXkpWY5Y02Q
Lyrics/ “The Gospel of John Hurt”, Alt-J
https://genius.com/Alt-j-the-gospel-of-john-hurt-lyrics
"Something Extraordinary in Da Vinci's Paintings"
https://youtu.be/JDSnlDeRoKc
"The Search for the Last Supper"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2pJD5HtlKwg
"The Messiah Before Jesus"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5g13jQYOzYo
1. Salvator Mundi
2. Leonardo Da Vinci
3. Georgia Guidestones
4. The Feast of Corpus Christi
5. Maundy Thursday
6. Metamorph
7. anamorphosis
8. covid19
9. Revelations, Book of
10. The Cloud
11. The Star
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morning_Star