Short Architects Poems
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children and elders
take joy in building sandcastles,
let them not crumble
as true architects and welders.
2nd Place
Human knowledge is an edifice built by two architects: Trial and Error!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 December 2021
“Oh Prisoner,”
Warned the architect,
“I mean no disrespect.
But you can’t climb out of jail;
These walls aren’t built to scale.”
Kids should be city architects.
What a lovely world it would be ~
Every street would be magical !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I
am
of the
opinion
that most
of the trouble
that happened in
the Wild West could
have been avoided if
the architects had made
the towns just slightly bigger.
angels
are
the
architects
that
dangle
the
soft white clouds
like
marionettes
that
dangle
their
puppets upon a string
while
whispering still
through
the
heavenly clouds
Painters, Writers, Poets live in a world apart
Crazed and demented they somehow create art
Commentary varies as to what is good or bad
Laud the creative architects who are nothing short of mad
Friday night approaches, well deserved.
We'll sit together... talk into the night.
Gather gingerly plans and dreams.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Painters Writers Poets
live in a world apart
crazed and demented
they somehow create art
commentary varies
as to what is good or bad
laud the creative architects
who are nothing short of mad
We argue and
posture..As
The traps are
Assembled.)
If 100% of leaders
Dissapeared today
Would the world
Still turn.?
Are we architects
And a demise inevitable?
The more i see, the more
I note of the unenviable.'
Gaps
And fences are
Storied to
Make wholeness
All good and
Perfect..
Overlooking the
Immediacy of
Wholeness as
Not two..
Giving way to
Judgement and
Compassion as
Architects of
Wholeness..
Well..?
Your words --
Are the soft mortar
Between bricks and stones
Inside these mending walls
Your words --
Are stiff but fragile
Frames, building language and art
Words fill these empty spaces in our hearts
Thus, words are the architects of time
Church Architects
Steeple
People
Jailhouse Clothier
Jailor
Tailor
Navy Misfits
Failing
Sailiing
Imposter Chef
Baker
Faker
Fat Taxi Driver
Flabby
Cabbie
April 12, 2021
for Brian Strand's All Yours (Apr 14) Poetry Contest
A small voice
squeezed between
brownstones
a cry stifled
who would tell
its pain
caught in the
cruel plans
of architects
This isolation
is not in vain.
By contemplation
I become sane.
My hermitage -
research and reflect;
Mirrors the image
of great architects.
From Plato to Poe,
From Tolstoy to Twain -
I'm beginning to grow,
My strength to regain.
And to rise from the flames-
shining again brilliant.
Calling stars by their names -
I'm free and resilient.
Colourful pictures make people appreciate
There is sorrow and also happiness
But actual beauty is not the image
It's from the within, your inner creates
Architects, art and cultures on the streets
Am I beautiful and all impressive
Personality and attitude we're to upkeep
And make art ponder what a beautiful piece!
Busaba Patanawiroj
1 May, 2010
Form:
I saw a nest today --
first new for the year;
Colorful, feathered architects
a-flit and a flutter...
weaving, securing,
sharing a cheerful, chirping,
instinctive mating mutter --
though the calendar says
not quite from winter clear…
but critters, themselves know
when spring is near – far more
accurate than a short skirted
girl, pointing to a map
with a wiggle and a twirl….
Some would say...
That those of great vision,
doesn't see the apparent...but,
reveals whats concealed.
Like the artisan of marble,
whom envisions the beauty of form
trapped within' it's block of stone,
only to release and free it from
it's solid confinement...
Aren't we all artisans,
builders,architects,
in the developing of the infant soul,
preparing it too maturity
and it's future release....
Lightbulb Road Recycle Project
Thought up by Wiz Kids
Improvement Central
Sealed lavishly by Engineers
Who were acting like
Old-School Nay Sayers
Freshly graduated architects
thrilled with the beauty of their sparkling masterpiece
Begged Governor to cut opening ribbon
This would put their state on the map!
Governor not as happy, after spending an extra six hours here
Replacing all four car tires
We thrust ourselves on you
Greedily grabbing, ungraciously groping
Clamorously clawing, indiscriminately defiling
Every vestige of your dignity.
We hurl ourselves at you
Rudely ravaging, rowdily rummaging
Perspiring and panting, lusty and lecherous
To possess you in your entirety
Yet, we feel no shame
For
Raping the world we live in.
For
Being the architects of a ghetto
That once was
Paradise.
“We are not victims of our situation. We are the architects of it.”
Simon Sinek
R – Recovery requires real readiness.
E – Eyes (and ears) expecting to address
C – Choices which can change a wrong course.
O – One day at a time, opening new doors.
V – Voyage with future value for family / friends
E – Eureka? no - eventual means to ends.
R – Rehab - head, heart and habits re-keyed.
Y – Yellow caution light speaks: “Watch! and proceed.”
The Golden Mean
A simple mathematical ratio: 1.1.618
All nature in its simplicity follows this mean
Shapes pleasing to the eye
All in natural proportion
Flowers on a plant
Leaves on a tree
Nautilus spiral shells on a beach
Human ears on a head
Eyes on a face
Studied by mankind for millennia
Mathematicians and artists
Architects and builders
Musicians and scientists
Have all copied the Golden Mean
Randomness or evolution?
Or, perhaps creation.
The Golden Mean
A simple mathematical ratio: 1.1.618
All nature in its simplicity follows this mean
Shapes pleasing to the eye
All in natural proportion
Flowers on a plant
Leaves on a tree
Nautilus spiral shells on a beach
Human ears on a head
Human eyes on a face
Studied by mankind for millennia
Mathematicians and artists
Architects and builders
Musicians and scientists
Have all copied the Golden Mean
Randomness or evolution?
Or, perhaps creation.