Woodwork Poems | Examples

Touring a Mansion

My husband and I love to visit 
Old mansions once home to the rich.
It’s cool to see wealthy folks’ manors,
With which most people wish they could switch.

I admire the woodwork and paintings,
The furniture and the decor,
Though it’s often too showy and fancy,
Since ornate’s far from me at my core.

So I guess it won’t seem too surprising
That the rooms where at home I could feel
Are the quarters that house all the servants,
Which to me have the greatest appeal.

Home Ec

Women of a certain age
Remember, when in school,
Boys did woodwork, girls
Home economics, as a rule.

The boys made houses for the birds – 
They sanded, sawed and nailed
While girls both cooked and sewed,
Which every housewife’s job entailed.

When reminiscing with some friends,
We all could recollect
We had to sew an A-line skirt
For teachers to inspect.

Each one of us had moms like mine,
Who, knowing how to sew,
Helped stitch the skirt on her machine,
So we’d be good to go.

The memory brought laughter
Of our common circumstance,
But I might’ve made a better birdhouse
If I’d had the chance.

Spectacle of the Untitled

dreaming color onto gray
dreaming     with open eyes
sometimes I think about nowhere, how 
I'll never see that same 
woman walk that particular way 
down that street donning those same 
shoes with that easy smile
again     slowly etching lines 
collect in turn their tears, as sodden
woodwork of a loose-tied paddle boat
catches rain      grows weak       but 
what a spectacle she is in the fog!

light shifting by the hour, pooling 
round ever-drifting terrain      tell us
new tales that seem familiar
(all is revisionary collage-work)
laughter carries the growing 
light-weight of nothing as hours
fold into years      scramble your eggs

savor the spectacle of the untitled
unfolding (to out itself) by every 
method      the disarrangement of your things
(I'm thinking of socks painting floors
but just the right dosage, how 
the sound of rain is glorious, soft moans 
that slip from your mouth when...)

Ship of Dreams

The ship of dreams
Opulent surroundings
Fancy bed linens
Luxurious dinner plates and tablecloths
Gleaming virginal utensils
Dazzling crystal chandeliers
Polished walnut woodwork
Gold gilded fireplaces

Wardrobes ready for furs and dresses
An experienced captain
Eager staff
Bustling activity
Musicians, artists, businessmen aboard
High ranking officials, wealthy industrialists, celebrities
Cruising flawlessly in clear blue sea
A haven and heaven during the day
Easy sleeping and dreaming in the evening

J.P. Morgan was disappointed to have to cancel at the last minute
Four glorious days of sailing
Around Midnight April 15th, 1912 the Titanic struck an iceberg
The chunk of devilry slashed a three-hundred-foot gash in the hull
Haphazard evacuation ensued
First lifeboat could have held sixty-five people
It left with twenty-eight
The dream ship broke in half after filling halfway up with water
In two hours fifteen hundred people died
The majority of them froze to death in the North Atlantic

humanity

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity. ~ Samuel Beckett 

Line of enquiry: Newton’s First Law of Motion (Inertia): An object at rest stays at rest, and an object in motion stays in motion unless acted upon by an external force.

love is contagious 
fall in love 
and many suitors will crawl out of the worn woodwork 
a plethora of choices 
confusing and so tempting 
their motivation puzzling 
spurred on by the common herd mentality 
similar to following the politician who embraces pseudo-science 
they do not have brakes

if you do not love 
everything 
and everyone seem hostile 
escaping to your private abditory 
might protect you from hurtful experience
but like a mixed metaphor 
an implicature will lead to a pratfall 
requiring others to mop up after you 
your inertia inevitably noted 

interaction with others 
forms groundwork 
for relationships 
the external stimuli 
essential for the development of empathy 
open heart and mind 
as a stagnant entity just cannot grow 
but happily balter through the cobbled streets of life 
validate your existence

money grubbing relatives

money-grubbing relatives
oozed out of the woodwork and the shadows of greed
when Josephine’s death was announced
distant cousins she had not seen for centuries
demanded to know if she had left them anything
their audacity was irritating to those close to her
who had been taking care of her for years before the end.

the best advice

What do you write about? I am asked at least once a week
I try to give people tips, but I am not sure what they seek.
anecdotes are crawling out of my woodwork and my mind.
some of them are wild and funny, others dark and unkind

Nouns and vowels fly through the room and hit me in the head
Sometimes adjectives and adverbs shake me awake as I lie in bed.
So I give the best advice to everyone who asks me so.
Just write something fun and clever, about something you know.

Toss words down in a notebook and don’t try so very hard.
It is tremendously easy and fun being a witty young bard.
Or an old crone who likes to toss stories down on a page.
This is the most wizen advice you will get from this sage.

The Urge

The people who write,
for no apparent reason,
thinking maybe
that they are just wasting their life
scribbling down what the world calls poetry
or some other dumb name.

The people who write stuff,
if asked why?
No doubt could not say for sure.

Those people
if they had to stop writing
for any reason at all,

would take up knitting,
or woodwork
and probably
would not be very good at it.

Valentine's Day After

The day after Valentine's Day,
for most may be sublime,
as a day achieved a measure 
of some success, while
others gave it no light of
day most likely from 
lacking a partner and
therefore gave it the
right of way so as not to
upend somebody's
prospects.

They would make some
sort of remedy to either
fill the void, or most
respectfully, start out
afresh and find somebody
special that'll be the
impetus for next year's
scheduled soiree.

Yet there is that one 
element that would
toss the monkeywrench
into the woodwork, one
that seldom heard in
open conversation, 
and that would be,
infidelity.

So Valentine's Day,
seems also to be in
reserve for even 
those who do not
deliver flowers
with the unsigned
card at the front
of the door.

Clementine the Bug Saver

The ultimate bug saver is my cousin Clementine.
She makes them into friends and helps them dine.
Termites have eaten the woodwork off all of her walls.
Crickets and roaches follow her to all of her malls.

She cannot step on one, she says it would make her ill.
They are all over her house, in her yard, up and down her hill.
Here is a cockroach, a water bug, and an army of ants.
Thank you very much she says, cramming them into her pants.

Stockman Endorsement

handsome like the Marlboro man
I stared at the old lady, thinking it was funny
then I met him, a handsome jackaroo
jillaroos would come out of the woodwork now

A Wedding Is Announced

Another celebrity wedding announced,
half a million? Cheap for the price,
magazines like 'Hello' will bid for photos
and help cover the cost, which is nice.
A-listers, B-listers, all lining up
to be seen, from the woodwork appear,
many are people I don't recognise
there to help boost a flagging career.
No expense spared, like anyone cares
since they can't know how Joe Public feels
lining up in their ranks at the local food banks
and struggling to pay for school meals.
Oh, well, what the hell it's for only one day,
perfection is all that's desired,
but when the media don't clamour
marriage isn't all glamour,
reality sets in, they get tired.
No more kiss and make up,
they sell their breakup to the press,
fifteen minutes more fame,
a short time of estrangement,
new partner, engagement, then do it all over again.

Bad Heir Day

When often intestate a rich man dies,
From out of the woodwork suers materialize.
Long unheard from relations from far and near,
Each one crying and vying for a share,
As they petition the lawyer to find a solution
To an awful case of "heir pollution".

Christmas Sweaters In June

I like to wear Christmas sweaters in June
To show that it can be done
To see who will try and fix me or correct me
It brings the bosses out of the woodwork.
Also because I probably did not find them until this week

Little Insects Little Bugs

Nature's small insects cute and rude
Garden blooms gathering food  

Butterflies' sweet nectar seeks,
Beneath sun's outstretched blond streaks

Where, yet a spider does hide
Silvery web shadows bide

Night is flashing lighting bugs
Tall grass leaves their heartfelt hugs

Dragonfly's wings weave and fades
Sunlight shining rainbow shades

Termites creeping in woodwork
Silent destroyers as they lurk

Beetle strength squirms in its murk
Fine powder they scratch and chirk

Cicadas incessant whining
Shedding its clear shell lining

Mosquito's blood hungry dining
Ill for which I've been pining

Cricket's chirp amid tall sheaves
Hidden inside curling leaves

A ladybug among a rose  
Sweet aroma zephyr blows 

Tiny creatures bombinate 
Among flowers as they ate



1/18/2022

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