Hammer and nails
And pine and paint,
Made by hands ...
Earns no complaint
A roof and walls
Not much more,
A hole in the wall
Is my front door
Put there for me
... A place to go,
Just to get out of
The rain and snow
Home sweet home
In a rustic realm,
Hidden up and away
... In a shady elm
One safe haven ...
No matter what occurred,
A place to go ...
For one small bird.
Categories:
woodworking, appreciation, bird, care, home,
Form: Rhyme
What will truly make ART great again, is when people return to the critical realization that it is not about quality, it is about expression, and more importantly, JOY. Don’t be too concerned what others say about your work, whether it’s painting or music or writing or woodworking or cooking, etc, if it brings you enjoyment, then do it to your heart’s content!!
Everything we do and say and make and write, is a little piece of us, and should be treated with the deference and appreciation that we give to one another, and no one knows better than WE do, how our intent compares to the result. If you get critique, take it kindly, but with a grain of salt, and the knowledge that others do not see the world the way you do.
EVERYONE on this planet has a special talent, and not all of those talents are the artistic type, but that savvy was given to you to make the most of. Maybe you’re not the “artistic” type, but you ARE talented, I guarantee you, and I also guarantee that endowment you’re blessed with, whatEVER it may be, is something you enjoy, and it brings others joy in the process.
THAT, my friends, along with love, is what life is all about!
Categories:
woodworking, analogy, art, beauty, creation,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Anji County of China is the town of bamboo
Visitors arrive in cars, more than a few.
Cooks could add some stems to their tasty stew
But giant panda consumes most shoots and stems of bamboo
Bamboo borers are a delicacy, tasty and sweet
Caterpillar to you, but don’t try to count his feet
We found six in the canebrakes yesterday said the cook.
It is best to consume this dish without a real close look.
Japanese giant timber bamboos grow faster than these
One grew forty-seven inches in twenty-four hours. Oh, please!
Bamboo paintings and woodworking is a pleasure to see.
Please look away from the table for a second; stop looking at me.
Categories:
woodworking, garden,
Form: Rhyme
The daughter of a professional seamstress, I am a tactile learner,
I have to feel the possible fabric to make a decision.
If it is rough like linen or denim, I am not a fan.
I like flowing soft, pliable easy materials
Unless I am trying to sew them together
Slick and elusive, velvet, satin and silk fabrics are difficult to maneuver.
And you have to make sure all of the cuts are made in the same direction.
Shiny pieces with beading or rhinestones intrigue and interest me,
But I rarely wear them as they are stiff, hot and uncomfortable.
Plaids are a nightmare to piece together; worse than matching wallpaper.
My twin sister buys fat quarters and makes beautiful quilts.
Her luxury hobby is sewing, she spends hundreds of dollars on it.
I run from a sewing machine in every direction.
Homemaking was a chore, I wanted to take woodworking.
In highschool, my mother used to rip out most of my seams at night,
so I had to start over in the morning.
Mom wanted everything made out of fabric to be perfect.
She was a professional, but this discouraged me.
When I need to create I cartoon, paint or write. I do not sew.
Categories:
woodworking, art,
Form: Narrative
Rob Corn Cob
Yankee Hillbilly Provence Gourmet,
Michelle & Lukas are Certainly His "Ole´!",
Add Homebrew, Tesla & Woodworking "Fine´"
Ask Rob, "Parlez Vous Francais?"
And His Reply, "Ques Que C'est?"
Instead of "Bonjour!", Good 'Ole "Hey!"
Friendly is Rob, Sharing All On His Tray,
He'll Listen to Your Tears & Your Say,
Concerned Others Don't Lose Their Way,
Never One to Ignore a Stray,
Expecting Nothing in Return, No Pay,
Rob's Pat on Your Back Makes Your Day!
Categories:
woodworking, appreciation, birthday, brother, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Some call it an interruption
I see it as a great opportunity
Some call it a dumb question
I see that it masks a brilliant inquiry
Some call it a discipline problem
I see a butterfly emerging from its cocoon
Some call my classroom boring
I see and say it's so boring it's ridiculous
I have better things to do with my time, and with their time
Than to force these young mind into artificial environments of dull
Here's to mandatory nature walks, tent-pitching, berry-picking
Latrine digging, campfires, marshmallow roasts and ghost stories
And not to neglect timepiece, transistor radio, long-nose rifle
electrical circuit, and motor assembly and disassembly--and woodworking*
Now we're talking Education
Now we're talking Creation, Imagination
*So much I left out, including: Cooking, Painting, Fashion Design, Architecture,
Basic Engineering,... Let us do what we can; the kids'll do the rest! ~ gw
Categories:
woodworking, class, education, fun, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Old
Woodworking I love, poetry I write and music while singing out of tune
I have two sons Joshua the other my name sake and Pee Wee my Sister
My love are the mountains and my family, and of course Poetry Soup
My heart has been broken, still love, hope is wanting it to heal
I fear loneliness, water and heights they are my biggest fears
I would love to see my mother, brother and God but, I will have to wait
I live in Oregon where the land is beautiful and full of trees
Man
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Name of Contest: Writing Challenge II, Bio Form
Date Created: 01/26/2019
Categories:
woodworking, heart,
Form: Bio
Fifty six years of woodworking our crafts of life together
There were sacrifices and triumphs
Three little dreams ago our life became complete
Then the sands of time emptied for you
Now I sit and ponder my decisions
Scared they were wrong; lost in grief for you.
Some days are harder then others
My surroundings remind me of how much I miss you
Can't get distracted, won't stay busy, thoughts cascade across my tears.
A love so pure A heart so hurt
I know he is going to take care of you
As you take care of us from the lights of heaven.
I love you always and forever seventy-five years to the day my sweet angel of the sky.
For Mother and Wife.
Categories:
woodworking, dedication, memory, missing you,
Form: Free verse
I really have no hobbies on a regular basis you see.
I enjoy woodworking, troubleshooting to any degree.
I do not like to cut grass with a lawn mower at all.
Though I love and enjoy weed eating, summer to fall.
My mind thinks continually, every day, upon everything.
I have no voice that has any tone, but in private I love to sing.
The only desire I have is to make others happy and enjoy life.
I definitely am not prideful, and I try to live with little strife.
written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts
Contest Name Tell Us Something We Don't Know
written by
cecil hickman
Categories:
woodworking, happiness, introspection, life, peoplelove,
Form: Couplet