From the potters wheel to the kiln, hot
All for form, function and ugly not
A work of art must involve some pain
The work itself must vanity, not feign
The creator lives in his creation, good
The creation at times is proud and rude
Creator and creation joined at the wrist
Dare not, to the former, raise your fist
Categories:
potters, 12th grade, christian, creation,
Form: Rhyme
From Potter’s Field torches glow
Reflecting names of poor lost souls.
Hapless, hopeless, poor and tired,
Stacked on each other in silent piles.
Searching for a pathway home
To find their loved ones all alone.
The torches follow long trodden paths
Lines of people finding themselves.
An island listed on no ones map
A place in time we can’t take back.
Out history lies crying here
Alone, together, in Potter’s Field.
Categories:
potters, death, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
A potter kneaded galaxies into shape
slapped on a thin layer of gravitational glaze
baked them in star ovens of varying degrees
lay sparkle to planet skin so all could see
lay sheen on the dream so dreamers could dream.
The potter's wheel eternally spinning.
Categories:
potters, future, god, stars,
Form: Free verse
Thanks to the potters of chop city
for kneading us a keyhole peek
into a new green world dis-order.
Where all colors of the rainbow are represented
except for blue and the color of common sense.
A six block funhouse of
intolerance-
intimidation
rape-
assault-
extortion
murder.
A murder of dregs
descending on the naïve
and ideologues
where perverts and virgins
bump and grind like
dust devils and windchimes
until their weeping cherries popoff the vine..
A Mad land where the grown-ups feed their
feral children to opportunists.
A never-ending fools food fight
where rainbows collapse into
sidewalk crappers.
Many thanks to the potters of chop city
for showing us how to knead a flower
into skunk weed in less than a month.
Categories:
potters, grief,
Form: Free verse
Potters knead clay like a poet needs rhyme
trimmed to form, to be honored by fire
to much air weakens the clay
honing of the word is strength
with a heartfelt touch art garnishes time
Categories:
potters, art, passion,
Form: Limerick
In this world, we think we rule
that we're in charge of everything
ours is the control button we press
so for our own success, we cling
But this is not the true reality
for there is one in total control
the creator of all things the Lord God
he is king supreme over every soul
God is the master potter complete
taking us and moulding us for his fit
for being created in his holy image
this his purpose to clear us of our grit
This great God who is the Lord
is the potter that makes our mould
shaping and bruising us as he will
in his perfect will to shine as gold
So bow in worship to the potter
who perfectly knows what he's doing
for he uses all of our experiences
to mould us on work of renewing
(But now, O Lord, you are our Father;
we are the clay, and you are our potter;
we are all the work of your hand.)
Isaiah 64: 8 (ESV)
Categories:
potters, bible, christian, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
In the hands of the Potter we are formed
Molded and shaped by his skilled hands
We are turned into vessels he can use
Some are ornate some are plain
But God uses each one to achieve his plan
To God each one is radiant
Beautiful and special
Strategically placed throughout
Creation to fulfill God's purpose
To complete his plan for us
As God's hand made vessels
We fill a need
Whether it's sharing the gospel
Or helping the poor
Encouraging the downhearted
Or just planting seeds
In the hands of the potter
We are molded and shaped
Not to set on the shelf
Or in some grand showcase
But to go into the world
And share with others
his love and his grace
Categories:
potters, christian,
Form: I do not know?
Wheels of fire burn at the potters hands and feet.
Sweet passion of mortared clay;
fashioned on a potters wheel to be carried away.
Lamps holden in wheels created as before you see.
Sweet passion of mortared clay;
fashioned on a potters wheel to be carried away.
Between the two a lamp moved promising today.
Sweet passion of mortared clay;
fashioned on a potters wheel to be carried away.
The potters eyes who hold mine created me for you.
Sweet passion of mortared clay;
fashioned on a potters wheel to be carried away.
Categories:
potters, analogy,
Form: Verse
From earth I came to his home
to be made into something from love
have his hands mold and shape me.
Ohh his love for the art he make
as the wheel spins around to shape.
Soon I will be admired by someone
but first I withstand the fire.
Oh what beautiful art of love
he makes with his hands as the guide.
Someday to adorne a table
for the people to see
or maybe a bowl for one.
My luster shall be brite
as the sun for all to see.
Ohh I can't wait to have my shape
made by his love
a masterpiece that's unique .
Categories:
potters, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
YOU and ME We---
Born-again Believers
We are the Potters Clay...
We are in working Process
to be made in the Image-of God's Likeness
As we are made
Born-again Believer = YOU and Me
You and me Live in Body
You and I have Personality tis your Soul= Mind--Will--Emotion
You and I became Born-again obtained Eternal Spirit within
= Process in the Works in makings of YOU and Me
We are in Process
when Time comes Eternity
Then That is when
We are made Whole
Praise Be to God Almighty
Forming us daily...
Cleansing us Free...
From all our Sins...
As God Planned us to be
With Him in Eternity
Come to Jesus
Categories:
potters, faith, inspirational, love, time,
Form: I do not know?