Short Constructing Poems
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Memorial Day
mother nature’s reckoning
is gain worth such loss
de-constructing life with limb
Collision course toward ourselves
05/29/2021
Leaves tumbling onto a green carpet
constructing a colorful scene.
Illuminated brightness
radiant energy;
spinning and spinning
October light
glittering
in the
sun.
Here I am
Looking at the world’s mirror
Finding myself
at the center of a maze
Constructing the roots of a dream
For a nationless society
By the power of peace
quixotic dreamer
constructing silver windmills
when she looks at him
rose colored glasses
optimistic attitude
giving them a chance
forever unite
a starry eyed realist
rebel who needs love
Born
Live
Still living
Fighting for recognition
Living
Constructing more to feel relevant
Still living
Fighting to create something epic
Living
Looking for the end
to my beginning
Living
To get ahead
Living
To leave a legacy
Living
To die
I hear a gentle voice,
While my heart began to beat,
I proceeded through the soft, white, clouds,
For then we shall meet,
Our hearts started to unite ,
While we glared up at the sky,
Observing the stars constructing shapes,
Never longing to say good-bye.
Against the grain
Resistance to the
Appearances of
What is undesired..
Constructing a future
With a pleasant
Granular flow..
The plan of a
Reformer
Progressive
Self helper..
Stories of resistance
Against the grain
Already freedom...
old
tattered, decrepit
replacing, discarding, abandoning
renewal, replacement, invention, novelty
inventing, constructing, building
current, fresh
new
Date created: 06/22/2021
Silent screams echoing throughout my soul,
turn to white noise after a while,
constructing impenetrable walls,
yet unable to crack a smile.
Happiness such a memory,
if it was ever attained at all,
lied to by heart and brain,
as the trust leaves during the fall.
Form:
yes mein friend
i like the muddled wasp
to only feel the spinning
whirling breathing
that the buzzing fiend sure sculled
to breathe and steam routine
around sullied crawly roads
constructing measure
as my paper takes off
yes mein friend
i like the idea
of being like the wasp
A man's work is his kingdom
So I never stop constructing,
Equipping my throne
With armor and weaponry,
Force field's and hidden nukes
But my garden green!
A lawn with lime flower petals
Branched out trees,
The sky blue and sunny
I love my guardians,
And they never stop growing.
Building fantastic feats of engineering
Constructing classic beats
For the inner hearing
I'm a pioneer of futuristic steering
Always greeted by superhero cheering
Or at least that's what
I like to think up in my head
Am I writing in my dreams again
Or sending messages from the dead?
the ants are busy
engaging working, ripping
and running building
~
tearing, constructing
harvesting bits and pieces
specks of food and things
~
and running building
engaging working, ripping
ever so busy
8/14/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
"constructing
an area to convey
the thoughts of many
sight for those
who want a world to be impressed
by the landscape of doing
they shall come and see
the sights that will make them
stand in this place and humble themselves
to the worship of people
manifested by the godman
who constructed it!"
As poetic fruits,
Let us be stones of oneness;
Pillars of its words:-
Just as in nature,
life has its seasonal times–
constructing our growth:-
As is its nature,
Life has its sowing and reaping;
Its joys and sadness:-
As we plant our words,
may they be pillars of both
joy and awareness:-
Prone to portray an image to have it all figured out
Externally put together while internally pulled apart
Ready to take off armor and start letting down guard
Reinforcing interior instead of constructing a façade
Possible to flip the script to stop putting on a show
Displaying my mess instead as an opportunity to grow
A wakeful man riding
Constant terminal dusk
Coveting dawns glow
Conqueror of rapacity
Constructing his empire
Of gold and silvers avarice
Feigning his thrill of life
So spuriously rehearsed
In his eyes they are trivialities
Only now he sees the truth
In the darkness of his sepulcher
Surrounded by his useless wealth
thick dark plaids and worn-out blues
with tools that cut, seal and fuse
measuring tape and nails their best friends
cutting, creating and constructing never ends
My chatting with them has to stop
they get paid hourly says my disgusted pop
but they are so honest and fun to be around
workmen seem to have their boots on the ground
e……..em……..emu……emulate……emulation
building words is quite the celebration
constructing sentences is a kick too
conjunctions acting as the well-toned glue
prepositions running up and down
paragraph sneering with a clown’s young frown
my muse tears down rules and jumps over walls
ideas are pinging in my head now like ping pong balls
It is the greed of man who ruins our earth
changing the natural course of rivers,
constructing houses in areas of coastal erosion,
destroying our rain forests for filthy lucre.
Arbitrium Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Gregory Barden
9/14/19
Lines taken from https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/rain_798573
Teaching traditional
Is based on transmission
But is receiver tuned?
Cannot transmit culture.
Culture needs discovery.
A teacher must accept
To hear the students’ words
And work with their conceptions
Constructing day by day.
No discipline succeeds
With rules imposed as truth.
Discussion is a need
To improve a conscious thought.
Become constructivists!
The arch
in the targeted killing
was the bet when you
lost your virginity.
A slow dance
at the cold river of flesh,
with genitalia wiped off.
I was constructing-
your genome
from you saliva. Prayer
was a form of begging
before an unpardonable sin.
The gradient
parting the hills will
find another arena
to start the game.
Satish Verma
Creation's pigeon, flying to and from; gathering tiny bits of branches that she finds...
Constructing their nest inside this a building's niche; preparing, for her Autumn's child ?
Gracefully she glides without any cares as her heart upon nothing else; blue these skies
The sun shining bright; remembering her stars while catching a wisp, of His Summer's breeze.
Form:
They ride the waves of creativity,
hoping for that one elated moment of success.
Dreamers are the the future’s hope,
Their passion unfolds on canvas and paper;
sometimes, constructing universes.
Some dreams run deeper than the ocean,
like Manna from heaven, sent;
they pour through my soul, onto the page;
songs of joy and elation, fine euphora.
Almonds were enjoyed, and the nuts were crushed with a rock
Sleep in peace, our father, my mentor, our provider
Peace among the Angels, we will continue to cherish those fond memories.
Evening tide will go down with you constructing your pig pen
Greatness was defined by your achievements throughout your younger days
Shall we evoke feelings of joy and celebration on this day?