Short Construction Poems
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road trip on fall day
highway under construction...
powerful tar scent
Black Mountain poet Charles Olson
link sound to perception
Open construction& breath intake
so foot ,line& stress he did forsake
Poison is poison
Construction and destruction
One who takes suffers
I am a work in progress.
Much like the highway department,
working on road construction,
it's going to take much longer than expected
and go way over budget,
The cement
is the letter,
The foundation
is the word
the brick
is the verse,
the poem
it's the wall
the poetry
It's the house built...
Home sweet home !
Construction worker Fred, never snotty
Boastful, self-righteous, or slightly haughty
They laid him to rest
Midst tribute the best
Gold-plated, silver-edged Porta-Potty
Hittin’ the ‘open road’ was all the fashion
Became America’s passion
Decimated by endless repairs – 'under construction'
not to mention protestors’ abduction
My mind, body and spirit are under construction right now. The only people allowed to trespass is myself, me, and I, the worker of self. Only I am qualified to get this job done.
I have nothing to say but I wake up
in a construction of the worlds
in a humid chamber
where everything comes and everything goes
you and me - she to she
and others
and the Void
Trial and error forms proper instruction,
and in all forms have their induction.
In the process of creation there is so much distruction
and so much waste in improvement construction.
construction site
a
parade
of
orange hatted
gnomes
Building the pyramids seemed plausible
To move these dolomite stones didn't seem possible
Maybe it was magic
Seemed problematic
Though many workers perished, most probable
Trenches failing, sagging and crumpling, falling
Dad jumps down in, holding a sheet of plywood
Quick lads scramble out of a filling tombhole…
Who will save Dad, now?
(fiction)
2/28/2019
Adversaries are none
When trepidation emerges
Rhetoric voices undone
Temper surges
Contrive modes of destruction
Follows continuous bashing
Unequivocal construction
Without talk trashing
Naym Nermia Pevsner
his Constructonism made the critics purr
Also known as Naum Gabo
3D& space*his alte-ego
*https://www.kettlesyard.co.uk/collection-item/linear-construction-in-space-no-1/
a chair is not a chair
until its sat on by human
sit on log and it’s a chair
sit on a pig and it's a chair
sitting of a log, pig, dog
makes none a chair at all
everything is a construction
Construction and
Destruction..
No separation
No between..
It's not knowing
What seems as
Knowing of the
Arising and disappearing
In sequence with elation
And despair...
Sagrada Familia in Barcelona,Catalonia, Spain
began construction in 1882 AD but strain
of wars and life was an energy drain
Still under construction
City's holy structure will gain
people's approbation
Death is easier.
Difficult is birth.
Destruction is easier.
Difficult is construction.
Thorn is easier.
Difficult is flower.
Hatred is easier.
Difficult is love.
War is easier.
Difficult is civilization.
All You Hear About Is Obstruction
What they created was much construction,
With each object ending up in obstruction;
Heard some say,
Getting in way,
Of justice disposed of in final destruction.
Jim Horn
taking a well deserved break in the forties
on a high construction beam above New York
where the twenty-seventh floor will someday be
we did not dare annoy the guys next to us
none of us wearing safety harnesses
I cry when I laugh
Do the dimples on my cheeks
tell a different tale?
When I laugh I cry
the construction of the mind
wears not on the face
The voice in my head
serrate deeper than scars. So
I cry when I laugh.
My heart
is my alphabet,
beating the letters out
through the pores of my skin.
I gather them
in my hands.
I mold the words.
And they pour down on the sheets,
like eager autumn rain.
© Gry W Christensen
Her soul --
a panorama
behind the pages --
offers casual glimpses,
through word-peepholes,
of edifice-in-construction.
Based on individual choice,
each passer-by may find
a view totally unique.
Constrained-
By the construction of our youth;
Making the same mistakes, in order to
discover the truth.
And we fight till the death of us,
In and out of lust -
We thrust,
For our subconscious knows we must.