Short Craftsmen Poems
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Unity is not a mass of indistinguishable voices all making the same claim.
Unity is a city where poets write and craftsmen create and warriors hone their skill.
6 October 2023
Critique I am and shall forever be
Timid deem in praise, but truthfulness ignore
Tis' not refusal of the artist's reasons or beauty
Yet perceptions to potentials fathom more
And pretense unto willingness, I play the heavy
To nudge said craftsmen into territories beyond their doors
bricks lay scattered,
cement piled up bad,
the mason was ill trained,
and was a new lad,
he knew nothing,
and could not begin anything,
came the master craftsmen,
and the bricks themselves walked to places,
cement gelled with water,
and leaped to seal,
the building shaped,
and no longer was a dream.
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.
Grandeur of the sea, master craftsmen worked endlessly to make your elaborate mast. Finery
foraged apon this ship for the ports to envy. The waters part for your beauty, sea creatures
praise in adoration of your greatness. The winds dare not blow viciously against you, at the
sight of your wonder. Easy passages all your travels granted. Smoothly ride into the horizon
and stars guide thee.
547.
Let's Learn History!
Let's learn a Social Science subject called History
It will bring us back to antiquity
Where we can learn many lessons
From the ancient civilizations
To the Middle & Industrial Ages
Where there are lots of craftsmen, artists & sages
Until we reach our Modern Period
When world peace to strive we should!
-04/23/2017
(Dumarao)
*SSN Poems
39
Bring back the astute listeners
to old rooms with fireplace smoke.
Ears open and widening hope
Big ideas going for broke.
Bring back the wise travelers
with their wild gestures and bright eyes
Hearts scarred and penetrating scope
Stories flowing strewn with lies.
Bring back the faithful apprentice
with their youth and much to prove
Hands calloused and ascending slope
Excellent craftsmen on the move.
Read the room,
Its paintings and inscriptions,
Read the room,
The volume of its expressions,
Read the room,
The doors to many unspoken words,
Read the room,
The thoughts veiled in the
minds of its craftsmen,
Read the room,
The scenes pencilled in the
hearts of the draughtsmen,
Modern art,
Variation from the norm,
Journey into the complexities of an evolving world,
Sojourn into an overstretched empire.
May 6, 2022.
Through liquid from the poets pen
Images flow from women and men
Feelings pouring from the poets heart
In black and white from miles apart
As tears ran from the poets eyes
His soul inside poured out his cries
Through many strokes from this craftsmen
The poets words flowed once again
Though only a few will understand
The words that flowed from the poets hand
His finished masterpiece came to an end
And the poet prayed he did not offend
Form:
My loved one
she is an oasis
a rare species
lemon of the cloister grape
in Savannah
she parades beauty
she made a proposal to God
before her creation
hips to happily embrace
eyes that cares me with joy
she is not ordinary
she isn't the stereotype
her complexion,
a manuscript to read hymns from
when she walks, all the world behind her
you are the beat of me
you are like holy water from paradise
flower of the firmament
wrought by divine craftsmen
I went to a holiday fair.
Many craftsmen and shoppers were there.
All the goods on display
Were well-worth what you’d pay
If you had extra money to spare.
Yet not one little thing did I buy
And in case you were wondering why,
It’s that all of my stuff
Seems to be quite enough
So I look and walk on, with a sigh.
I would purchase a lot in my youth,
Checking out every kiosk or booth,
But that hunger is gone;
I will pass the baton
To each tourist or craft-seeing sleuth.