Short Workshop Poems
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A treasured washstand
from the groom's workshop
for his bride -
its value enhanced by
adding handmade towels
from her hope chest.
I'm insane and I'm proud of it
I'm a poet and crazy I don't want a cure
every argument is valid, always read me
even a workshop manual can be poetry
A jolly old elf named Nicolaus
had all the elves in a frightful fuss
he played with the toys
for good girls and boys
and left the workshop in a big muss
in
the
workshop
of
the heart..
purify
brings
clarity
a generic
concoction-
this
jealousy
takes flight
and
...dies
Year ‘round at the pole;
Banging, clanging echoes ring;
Riding Winter’s winds.
Elves will hone their craft on toys
For children across the world.
When Santa was a boy
No bigger than an elf
He was in the workshop
Making toys himself
But he has no time now
For making his own toys
Because he’s out delivering
To all the girls and boys
Form:
Pleasant people inhabit
this workshop of varied verse,
posting posies of many kind-
comments & opinions abound
in blogs ,of the world around-
sponsored contests in galore
brings creativity to the fore
Pleasant people inhabit
this workshop of varied verse,
posting posies of many kind-
comments & opinions do abound
in blogs ,of the world around-
sponsored contests in galore
brings creativity to the fore
Idle brain is the workshop of devil
Crookedness creating framing sin of sloth
Nasty nuisance turning most evil,
scattering, throwing up malicious froth.
Once again I write what I think
Include your name, hell that stinks
It should all be read blind
Just imagine the finds
Leave the Judges purely in think
<*>
All contests should be read blind, unless a Workshop named!
Love is not a merchant
it doesn't keep count
it's not how much or what
but why and how it counts
Better dandelions
from heart of love
than diamonds
from heart of stone
Third Place Winner - Jack Webster: Workshop Adjectives Deleted
Blush check
you can see it on my face
embarrassed, red-necked,
displaced;
take it back and trim
the love you erased,
my open disgrace in,
the kiss you placed.
No adjectives, Jack Webster's workshop,
just blushing fact.
6/22/21
In
two
sure
sweet
sounds-
darling
A snowball is a form(similar to my plus1 fvariation thereof) developed by Oulipo (ulipo) the
french based (workshop of potential literature) the next word (of the oneword line form)
increase by one letter.
I sit; dog snoozes; bees parade
In, out, in, over, under flowers
Buzz-ZIP! with pace and poise and purpose
A hum of bees spell us to sleep.
Written on 5th July 2021
Submitted for Workshop: Adjectives Deleted Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jack Webster
Learned lots of things in theater workshop class
I was surprised when I learned I had passed
Just one tool I'd not mastered
The great Nail Gun Disaster
I had nailed the director in the _ss
Entry for PD's latest limerick contest. Written June 6, 2012
Kathy’s Christmas cards were exquisite and legendary.
Expensive.
Classy.
Pop up cards with glitter.
Santa’s workshop, Christmas angel, Jesus in the manger.
Her envelope included a family logo.
Elegance most of us could never pull off.
She does it with grace.
We revel in our deceptions,
Careen in the mallowness
Of the majolica
That is our life.
There are no truths—
Only deals.
The sky this evening
Seems surreal.
This is art.
We are critics
Of the coffee cup,
Knowing what we like.
Those who do,
Will.
His workshop looked neat.
Unlike many others who prefer dusty feat
His tools are arranged in order.
Within a tool-line with a border
He took one at a time.
And placed back in a manner sublime.
Many novices around him he had
To learn from him, they were glad...
The repetitive saw of metal against metal,
The bashing of steel for designs,
The whir of the copper polished
And the hiss of the patina finished.
The file and sandpaper rasping on the brass
The noise all around
The hammers they pound,
As we create our own sound.
Midnight in village,
No moon, no power,
Lamp lit up by granny
Flickered with hope;
Lured by its flame,
Moths spiral around,
Making loops and coils
Only to get burnt.
Date: 06/17/2021
For Workshop: Adjectives Deleted Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jack Webster
Have Yorkie Elf a merry little Christmas.
Was that elf on the shelf?
Santa’s workshop elf?
No, Yorkie Elf.
What does it mean?
I think it’s an elf from New York City.
All perky and witty.
It’s a dog! Said my older brother.
We did not believe him.
He lies constantly, even on Christmas.
So jubilant and jovial
Because, she has risen to the top
Fighting her way through the battle
And being stellar in the workshop
Many obstacles were thrown in her direction
But, she stepped forward in a positive light
Never the one to be discouraged
She kept her poise and made her world bright
On the sharp side of a raindrop
I felt the ice as I fell through
The deceiving of a cloud top
On the sharp side
Not fragile in the midst of blue
This toiling hailstorm workshop
A sudden jarring breath I drew
Yet places I would never swap
Plunging toward the earth, I knew
It’s not here me or rain will stop
On the sharp side
A tombstone cleaning workshop—
don’t bother the ghost…it’s sold out!
You can no longer finger this rest stop.
How about this Halloween turnout!
Will it be a Poppins extravaganza,
sweeping and polishing to Step in Time?
It’s a grave matter to the living, who plans a
cleaning party— the chance of a lifetime.
10/21/2021
HER BEAUTY
How can I describe her,
As she passes me each day?
No adjective has been invented
That can possibly convey.
My dreams and aspirations
Are full of her and her alone.
Such elegance, such beauty,
Deserve a language of their own
16th June 2021
Workshop Adjectives Deleted contest
Sponsor - Jack Webster