The gnarled hands of woodworkers know the pain
a grip that's crippled from years of constant work
to grasp or carry a momentous strain
this problem is a continuous irk
Nothing can be done but take it in stride
it's a pain from a lifetime that's chosen
there's no complaint, no regrets, only pride
though at times, all the fingers are frozen
They lock firmly in place, become stiff and rigid
as the hands of old craftsmen are calloused
they're earned from hardwoods tightly fitted
made perfect so the work can be purchased
hands of a furniture maker are hard
they're worn and bent, sometimes gnarled and scarred
Categories:
woodworkers, work,
Form: Rhyme
dwalin fosneys working fame
brought woodworkers daily shame
census then taken
one morning bacon
found his limbs joined to a frame.
Categories:
woodworkers, abuse, anti bullying, fun,
Form: Limerick
No more purple prince
who kissed himself
maybe just looked
purple through Jimi's haze
Are tha missing some respect
Chesters numb not even crawling
Amaze has its back to the black
I maybe curt
Never mind me
Janis has a hea
Eva and John seem stoned i imagine
Changes two pack of smokes
Someone gonna die
Big E's small cry
Oh it is easy to sit at the dock
The woodworkers daughter moved closer to you
RJ was cross at Rhodes
Lisa lopes about tears starts to fall
She's in need of tender care
but then again aren't you all.
Categories:
woodworkers, poetry,
Form: Free verse