Short Artisans Poems
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Your colors matter
Wear the ones that speak to you
Bathe and eat them
Color can give you comfort
Artisans know this
They stimulate your dendrites
Right colors will inspire
Confusing moments
diffuse or strange...
They are full of meanings.
ordinary or extraordinary days,
are essentially real...
They are doctrinaire masters,
artisans of the necessary...
Days to live...!
Art
Artsy
Artisans
Articulate
Artifactual
Artificialities
Artificial intelligence
Artificial inseminations
Artificial human integrity
Artificial humana intercession*
Artificial Arnold Schwarzenegger Army**
*selective human traits for future breeders
**Houston had a problem ... Hollywood
frosty twinkly ice castle
gleaming in the north park
dazzlingly sparkly
freshly created
effervescent and admirable
visited by those who love frozen things,
enticing children
delighting oldsters
designed by artisans
reviving childhood memories
today freshly iced
a confection of beauty
giving new meaning to frost
Man’s lofty hopes once soared in stone.
His architecture sought God’s sky,
In spires uprisen, sprung from earth.
Today, man’s mood is crudely shown
In concrete cubes that smite the eye,
Brute paleoliths of stone-age worth
That future archeologists, amazed, will scan,
And ponder… did ape-like artisans evolve from man?
Help plant bamboos
It's needful for handicrafts
Human beings would not
Have progress without this grass
Handcraft is cost as old art it's lost
Basket making is a way of life
As weaving is an old way of living
Help propagate the art of handcraft
Help artisans restore the beauty
Of handcraft creativity which handed
Down from our ancient to modern craftsmen.
In This world,
we are all artisans ...
We sew with the hands
the sins and the no,
light and shadow,
joys and sorrows ...
With these nobles
materials we do
the clothes we wear
in life...
wishes for a soft landing
I bought a Pashmina in a
a tight little shop in Lhasa;
the scarf was soft as feathers.
It was woven in Kashmir
by skilled artisans
with peaceful faces.
I walked to a stupa
near the path into the hills
tied it among the prayer flags.
Thinking here in this place
so close to god perhaps my
words would be more easily heard.
In this world,
we are all artisans...
We mend with hands
the yeses and the noes,
highlights and shadows,
joys and sorrows...
With these nobles
material, we sew
the clothes we wear
in life... !
Terrazzo, Terrazzo!
Keep me satisfied
She curfewed all
With an artisans
Doing of work
A world shall envy me
That my floors shall
Be works of art
Clean enough for people
To dine
I shall stand before them
And brag that it is mine
Those novice wishers
Who wish to how it was
Done
Shall hear the stories of
This artesians labor and
The price of the contractal
Science we had begun.
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....