Best Loom Poems
Transform me...
weave me slowly
into the silky essence
of ecstasy ~
spellbinding are your stirring threads
of silver and gold -
rich is your tapestry of tender tendrils --
and sacred is the union
of our
tantra breaths
Susan Ashley
July 6, 2018
*Tantra; Sanskrit: literally “loom, weave, system” - Wikipedia.
Tantra represents weaving strands into a unified whole; leaving this piece open to different interpretations of awareness, romance or spirituality based on your perspective*
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Premiere Contest: July 2018
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Dearest, why cry in vain to the black night
fight its gentle intent to hold and rest.
Why fear the loss of light thus malcontent?
When ego is so false upon the loom.
Dearest, what makes you think elation found
from harsh light will so frame your hearts delight?
Reality thus formed will not slay fright.
When ego goes so false upon the loom.
Dearest, husks of the Universal eye
soft grays will velveteen the fading light.
Walk on courageous in the Mother's night,
accept the silken comfort of the blur.
All that is soft and gentle comes from Her.
Dearest Heart, loose yourself upon the loom.
*Dedicated to my friend Robin Gass
and all those who fear dispersal in the dark.
Gems Grandmother Gifts From Her Golden Word-Loom
Gems grandmother gifts from her golden word-loom
Hold those fast horses and keep clean your own room
If you work, be sure to fill your hungry tanks
If you are grateful, you have just me to thank
I wash your dirty laundry and cook your meals
Sell our extra eggs just to pay the high bills
Careful, watch your step, pains are great from deep falls
Color outside, do not mark on my clean walls
Think hard before you leap, doctors are not cheap
If you are playing for love, best play for keep
If you work real hard, you get money for town
Here we do not pay for you being a clown
We raise our chickens, goats, pigs and corn to eat
Know keeping this place afloat is quite a feat
Now go on, do your chores and we will be fine
Breakfast at six, come too late you do not dine
We do not burn our candles too late at night
Do not anger me, it's not a pretty sight
Enjoy the sun, God placed it there just for you
If you think me too hard, best you get a clue
Now hold your horses, God did not give me wings
I see you happy, my heart races and sings
Stop complaining, today is Sunday and clear
Now wash your hair and clean good behind each ear
No child, not everything I say is funny
What, you think we are rich and made of money
Dear child, listen to granny she tells you true
Even when mad, I love every one of you
So remember well your granny when she dies
Treasure each moment, you know how fast time flies
Now child heed well my wise words when you are grown
You reap no rich harvest if bad seeds are sown!
Robert J. Lindley. 3-16-2017
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Note- Dedicated to my loving, wise and honorable grandmother..
She was made of steel but loved us all dearly..
Reminded us that farm work was hard but would teach us to be responsible , honest and worthy to be respected in this life..
The Loom of Breksta
Quivering tongues writhe and race
Whispers fortell her cool embrace
Her touch so soft a gentle breeze
A pleasing caress to russel the leaves
The land reborn before my eyes
Filled with dark and foreign skies
An offer come to set me free
My heart to pound, my mind to flee
Claim the beauty of this night
Beneath her silver enchanted light
Embrace the soft and flowing breeze
Adopt the rhythm of the trees
To dance beneath her silver glow
My bitter sense of time will slow
The gentle night like myth and mist
The light of day will steal her kiss
Unfinished dreams leave cruel regrets
Unyielding love one soon forgets
The night my dreams our love her loom
This mournful morning’s come too soon
Nightmare strums the Loom
A dream I guess perhaps it was
I seemed a child at play
An angry father did appear
His temper foul that day
You let the dog kill the cat
He loudly said to me
Grabbing the dog
And it went splat
Little dog he died you see
I was shocked awake
By the violent scene
And looked across the room
Grey ghostly cat went zip and back
Grey doggie was there soon
Do we travel in our sleep
Old adventures other tunes
Another place and time we creep
When Nightmare strums the loom
Don Johnson 15-4-11
thunderheads loom
as Autumn days go dark
the folded flag
The roaming minutes encircle my thoughts
As I delve romantically into the possibility of falling
My associations, they tend for the lift
When my vicarious aberrations cause a pigs tail in their midst
Yet their overworn malicious grin tends to me a harrowing mystique dealt subsequent
Therein, in lieu of stirring a stew in such autonomous disparity, as of late,
I wave the waiter over for the check
and leave breadcrumbs sticking to my plate
Heaven’s Loom
“25-26God sacrificed Jesus on the altar of the world to clear that world of sin. Having faith in him sets us in the clear. God decided on this course of action in full view of the public—to set the world in the clear with himself through the sacrifice of Jesus, finally taking care of the sins he had so patiently endured. This is not only clear, but it's now—this is current history! God sets things right. He also makes it possible for us to live in his rightness.” Rom 3:25-26 The Message
The believer’s robe of rightness
Is woven in Heaven’s Loom.
Christ died and rose again to clothe us,
And will be returning soon.
He’ll return to claim His children,
Once clothed in filthy rags of sin.
But due to Heaven’s Loom,
Offered Christ’s rightness within.
Heaven’s Loom weaves spotless robes
Of rightness so shiny white.
A precious gift for the believer,
Who keeps the Savior always in sight.
These spotless robes cannot be purchased,
Or earnt by us in any way,
For they are a gift from the Father;
His everlasting love to portray.
Heaven’s Loom has no need of a shuttle,
Nor a hand the robe to weave,
But rather it’s a mystery
That only heaven does perceive.
God’s grace, mercy and forgiveness
Is granted each repentant soul,
Who seeks His rightness—
Woven by our Lord the goal.
There’s not a thread of sinful humanity
That is stitched in anywhere.
Heaven’s Loom weaves grace and mercy
And God’s love’s woven everywhere.
Each believer’s robe of rightness
Covers every sinful stain.
A gift from our heavenly King,
Who will soon forever more reign!
Copyright © 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
Mathematical nirvana one after another forms a link
Together they are in sync
Of understanding they are at brink
They go as far as the mind can think
The neural flame expands the brain
Math by it spawned is next link in a chain
The loom of light creates treads each like a rope or a vain
The soul expresses divine math seeking to make it plain
Of dimensions of growth number untold
Together they are like treads creating wonder to behold
It is the fabric of spirit beautiful and bold
They are foundation for theory of everything worth more than gold
loom tensioned for work
webster's pattern emerges
music warping time
Weaving Our Robes From An Old, Broken Loom
In this cold world, naked and helpless born
With coming sorrow expressed in first cries,
Soon fed false dreams and other useful lies,
Ever seeking more to oneself adorn.
In falling flight as a broken wing hawk,
Our sad dead bodies, not yet drawn in chalk
Are we mere pawns in this ancient world's game
Greedy hearts, seek others to chide and blame.
If manna from high Heaven fails to fall
Blind spirits joined together, cry and moan
Rejecting any true light ever shone
Living in darkness, its alluring call.
Not seeing our fated approaching doom
Weaving our robes from an old, broken loom.
Poems Like to Loom
So should I be pleased with the presumption
You could call this conspicuous consumption
How long would you have to rattle a sabre
After learning wife had just gone into labor.
I finally have forgotten all the furious fuss
When they discovered I was ambidextrous
And if I now had a fair amount of vigilance
Maybe might severely affect consequence.
Finally, completely came back to my senses
As soon as I was interrupted by suspense's
Makes no difference how much money I paid
Eventually into my fantastic fortune did fade.
For me, whole life by God is greatly planned
Why should I even start trying to understand
I may flimsily fuss and then frantically fume
My poems like to loom while flowers bloom.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
See if this one messes with your mind for a while?
“Jesus speak unto my heart, with your calm serenity.
Your joyful presence all about, sets my mind at ease.
Guide me with divine direction, a blessing given me.
With inspiration light my path, so my eyes can see.
Jesus to you I draw closer, as my spirit you set free.
The tender kindness of your mercies, forever I receive.
Influence my thoughts upon this morn, in you I do believe.
As you now set my course, across life’s stormy seas…”
Lord cast my eyes on the shores of a vision:
an ocean of dreams awaits to sail;
casting aloft into this early morn.
You’ve set my course and my destination,
avoiding the reefs of black betrayal,
rising above the darkened seas of scorn.
On winds of direction Lord guide my vessel,
true faith in quest of love’s ambitions:
sailing along into forevermore.
Headed across those uncharted waters,
riding the waves of life’s transitions,
predestined to greet that hallowed shore.
I feel it drawing near, shore of visions loom.
A yearning deep inside, I’ve felt for many moons.
Through oh so many years, lost in stormy gloom.
Dreams I’ve fantasized, shore of visions loom.
For many a nights being purged of darkness:
sailing through the ides of twilight;
I feel your Holy Spirit now on board.
When there in the distance I see the shoreline,
sparkling joys of glorious delights:
it’s truly closer than it’s ever been before!
I feel it drawing near, shore of visions loom.
My dreams are realized, knowing that it’s soon.
All my fallen tears, into the depths entombed.
Jesus is calling me to fly: shore of visions loom…!
Brother Christian
a pillar of strength i am not
an emptiness consumes me
like these trees in their starkness
in this harsh winter breath
my thoughts stifled by the winds
that sweep past the pools of tears
that lie frozen like beads of glass
in the depths of somber eyes
my lips sipping coffee
trying to regain warmth
from the kiss of death's lips
and this bitter air that surrounds them
my arms reaching beyond shadows
like trees reaching for the sun
trying to find warmth of arms
to comfort me... falling short
within the loom of clouds
as they gather around me
my soul feels as lifeless
as all that is around me
in the wake of winter's glum
silently searching for something
to lift me back up off this ground
to make me dance, like autumn's leaves
in the warmth of winded breaths
my heart shattered -crumbles within
awaiting the pulse of night to come
to carry it on the wings of dreams
where happiness is in existence
and absence is often less felt
The Loom of Life
By Franklin Price
01/23/2022
I can feel your presence near me
As I move from room to room
Further threads of life I'm weaving
On our still shared marriage loom
It's a lonely place without you
Though I see you all around
From the pictures hanging on the walls
To the plants within the ground
From the china in the cabinet
To the rugs upon the floor
Your touch exists here everywhere
You're still in my heart, and more
You're the one who made our house a home
A place of comfort in our life
Not even in a million years
Could I have found a better wife
From your window there in Heaven
Don't look down on me and cry
Memories of you make me happy
We'll be together by and by
Until then, I'll keep on weaving
For our family, friends and heirs
Weeping sometimes 'cause I miss you
I'm your husband who still cares
When I no longer work the loom
I'll meet you in the promised land
I'll love you 'til forever
The wedding band's still on my hand