Mender Poems | Examples

The Blender

The blender switches on,

The Clock starts ticking.

Stitching it's imprint,

Into Existence.

Each Instant,

Different.

Gears whirring,

Agitated, Stirring Emotions,

Splicing, Thoughts churning ,

Forcing Conforming,

To the vortex That's forming.

Conflicting Actions,

Unconscious Reactions,

Robbing Our Satisfaction.

We Keep on Running,

To the Next Attraction.

Unaware of the distraction,

Keeping us in Line.

Trapped in Times Design,

It Defines your day.

How Long you have to Stay,

Then Sends you on your way.

There's even Time to Pay.

Never Enough for Play,

So throw none of it away.

Attached to every move,

It fills all the Grooves.

Smooth and sly,

It slides on by.

Flying beside you,

Guiding, and Dividing,

Perfect timing.

The more fun we have,

Seems as it were cut in Half.

Yet an hour in sorrow,

Feels like no Tomorrow.

Your Faithful Companion,

A Wound mender.

Or your toughest Contender,

Keeping you in The Blender.

Time The Healer

Quote: “The healing power of time is not a myth but a reality. Given enough time, most emotional pain eases and eventually disappears altogether.” – Allan J. Adler

Time, the alchemist of wounds,
When my heart is shattered, and despair consumes,
I am imprisoned in dungeons of darkness and solitude,
But time's fleeting touch offers solace, a momentary interlude.

Time, the mender of sorrows,
Weaving a tapestry of healing tomorrows,
Yet the heart remains in fragments, shattered and torn,
Your presence lingers, in every sunbeam and moonlit morn.

It may take an age, a lifetime or more,
To find someone who understands the depths I explore,
Together we'll embrace the blossoms, the birds, and the bees,
Discovering pearls in oysters, on sun-kissed shores by the seas.

Time, the essence that forever slips away,
In my pursuit, I often forget the love that holds sway,
Attachments and desires, earthly and crude,
Peace of mind resides in relinquishing their delude.

For in surrendering to the divine's embrace,
Time finds eternity, a tranquil, timeless space.

bond

Two little shiny black eyes, full of love,
A canine companion sent from above.
Big teeth, yet gentle, a loyal defender,
Thought you'd be difficult, but you're my heart's mender.

You wake me up with joy each dawn,
A furry friend, never to be withdrawn.
Through life's twists and turns, you're my guide,
Together, we conquer, side by side.

Your presence changes everything,
In your paws, pure happiness you bring.
A wagging tail, a boundless trend,
Two little shiny eyes, my forever best friend.

Winter's Cold

Winter’s breath sighs splendor,
Causing love’s surrender,
Bleeding fondness and grace,
Love is no pretender,
Soft warmth you can’t erase.

Winter’s breath sighs splendor,
Stirring faith so tender,
Joy seeps into the soul,
Wonders God shall render,
Silence who can console.

Winter’s breath sighs splendor,
True love won’t offend her,
Love survives the bitter,
A chill that could end her,
This love is no quitter.

Winter’s breath sighs splendor,
Dusk’s dreams, though so slender,
Abide inside to grieve,
Love is the heart’s mender,
Through the cold, just believe!

Moxie and Grit

   Wandering, ever wandering 
     straddling cultural divides
   Never homing, ever-roaming
     o’er fretful borders or oceans’ high tides

   The hands of a tailor, a mender, a fixer-upper
     conning the vernacular just enough for supper
   Wandering, ever-wandering through darkest woods
     a sharp eye for the worth of second-hand goods … 

   Known to one and all, the disheveled figure
     makes his way with aught but moxie and grit
   The wandering Jew, scraggly beard, ear-locks and spit
     pride in his bearing ~ scraping by on faith and wit

Interlude

"Brief interlude of awe, as squirrels climb up trees and jump from branch to branch, to a fence ledge or phone line. To its home, either underground or an old decaying tree or abandoned woodpecker hole." Quote by poet

Dark wisp of sailing ships, mender through vast graying sky, slowing closing the horizon flaming sunset. Toying breeze fans and lifts the bright green leathery leaves.  Squirrels scurry a pleasant musical interlude amongst the moist ground of sparse grass and roots, round acorns and broken twigs, beneath the live oak trees shade, then they scamper away to bury their prize.

Camp fire orange flames
Closing what is left of night
squirrel's acorn feast

Funeral

The mocking is shocking
Aunty Mavis stopped rocking
Then mourners were flocking
A cavalcade blocking
The streets of South Dorking 
Rumours and talking
Like vultures out squawking
Proportionate baulking 
Reputation ignoring
So boring, I'm snoring
The eulogy diction
Precise in it's fiction
The perfect life stitched on
Close the sale, get the pitch done
Now the coffin is sliding
The red curtain slow gliding 
Velvet box soon residing
On a mantle piece hiding
It's a travesty clearly
Distant relatives merely
Hanging round for a number 
Pass the bread and cucumber
Social etiquette blunder 
Now poor Mave is asunder 
The circus is closing
Uncle Sid is left dozing
With sandwiches curling
The world keeps on whirling
Lesson learned: be a spender
Be a builder, defender
A love fight contender
Not reciever, but sender
All that thrift doesn't render
A relationship mender
Remember, remember
God decides where to send ya
When it's goodnight Vienna

Sam Scott
24th September 2023

Rainbow

"Fresh rain a gift it leaves, a blending of primary colors on a canvas of blue background. God's blessing." Quote by poet

Fall wind gradually moves beneath eaves,
lacing in one side and out trees and leaves.

Nesting season kindles in the treetops,
bright vivid hues excess of sugars drops.

Outdoor ambient and kind in its spell
crisp breeze tousling foliage pleasant smell.

Gray stout clouds slowly gently mender through
like forceful bullies smothering sky blue.

Shower droplets fall to wet the ground's sleeves;
sun rays weave a rainbow as the rain leaves.

A Cobbler's Valentine

A cobbler from a distant land
  is a mender of torn and worn-out shoes
He prefers mending hopeless shoes
  than slightly-damaged boots
He will not charge you if your shoes cry out loud
  He will only speak soft words
That your heart can hear out loud

One cobbler who sings while mending
One's pair of shoes, weary and sad for tending
One cobbler who tells a story about caring
Caring for people, even without knowing

The Habitual Offender

Again you repeated the blunder, 
Oh! My dear habitual offender. 
Don't think much and ponder, 
Avoid to stay in such thunder. 
Days turns into remainder, 
But failed to recognize the sender. 
The lost fragrance of the lavender, 
Remember him, he was a mender. 
He used to be an absolute defender, 
Fierce approach and said no to surrender. 
He was the sole and lone pretender, 
But now deprived and a neglected contender. 
He never cared for any prime reminder, 
Please don't treat him as a habitual offender.

Be Soft On the Feminine Gender

There are services Ruth can’t render
Because clearly she is quite tender
And you have no right of A Bender …

I mean, Ruth may try a News Vendor
Or your car wash only its fender 
Or your shoes keep leaving with Mender
And in your kitchen with A Blender …

Never forget that Ruth is slender 
And of The Feminine Gender.

Touch Tender

Touch tender has now gone extinct
Nobody has the time
Deadened hearts, no longer love inked 
Mankind’s deaf to love’s chime

To be a child again
Devoid of feral stain
Mindful of other’s pain

Mind bender
Touch tender

~~~

Touch tender that once was the norm
Is nowhere to be found
Sharing, caring, endearment warm
Now buried underground

Fast pace makes life a blur
Feeling not love throbs stir
Unless head-head concur

Heart mender
Touch tender

~~~

Touch tender, not felt in a while
Those once close, now distant
So alone we trudge, mile by mile
To love, hearts resistant

We once walked together 
Love the binding tether 
Caring for each other

Love blender 
Touch tender

06-April-2022
Triple Quietus

You'Re the Mender of My Fences

~ You’re the Mender of My Fences… 
Time has a way of rusting out the wires
or rotting the posts off below the ground
and then the horses would go a strayin'
any place that the fence had fallen down

So you have to ride along the fences
specially after a big winter storm
Always being alert and diligent 
to make sure the herd will come to no harm

Most times it might be just a little thing
like splicing in a tiny bit of wire
Other times it’s an entire section down
that’s when things can become a bit more dire

It seems you always know what tool to use
to keep our fences standing tall and strong
Just how to keep this wandering stallion
from doing anything foolish or wrong

You have a gentle way of fixing me
whenever doubt starts to rust out my wire
You are the mender of all my fences
the keeper of my heart’s deepest desire

Poetry In Making

By Parizo Van Thulare

Like the thunderstorm in my mind  
It rolls ,seeking  a way out 
It crawls deep out of my pores, hoping to see sun

Burning as the veld fire 
From my medulla to my spine ,the heat is felt .
In words rhyming like in a flog 
Telling me to wake up and let in bleed 
Round and round down my mouth 
It wants to speak for the broken 

The mender of souls 
The healer of hearts 
The remedy of doubts 
This is POETRY in making

Soulful Connections

A cobbler may balance his trade, the mending of soles
  With that of a mender of souls, exchanging roles
With a man of the cloth, making two Roman officials
  Wroth, in the opening scene of Shakespeare's 'Julius Caesar'

Yet when barefoot you walk, on cobblestone streets
  It's quite hard to focus on spiritual needs
So there is, indeed, a connection between a man of the cloth and a cobbler
  Perhaps more than between an elected official and a squabbler

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