Best Weavers Poems

Little child
Your tiny hands hold a little flower
Delicately, you start weaving a story about peace
In your gentleness, you understand how happiness works
It is the sanctuary...

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Tradition and dress
A nations finesse
Symbolic in style
By a country mile
 
The drone of the pipes
Tartan clad
Bonnie on the girls
Proud on the lads
 
Highland dancers
In kilted...

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Our eyes met 
Across the room
The sight of her
My heart went boom
 
Her shiny hair
Skin so fair
Slimline body
Shaped to stare
 
I introduce
Myself to her
Her accent...

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When tongue is silent, but muse is chanting - that's poetry.
When we write what the heart has been asking - that's poetry.

As dawn's hues glisten...

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The Empty Academy Schoolhouse

It stands on a vast green lot,
No trees to shelter it from heavy, gray clouds
on the rolling foothill horizon.
Its thin coat of...

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Soft as the lofting breeze, is the light of loving
Gentle is the moving sway, in the endless stillness
Of the human heart, for compassion in rheum’s
Perfection...

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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But only elegant people can have beauty in their eyes
Only great people can compliment another
And bad ones see...

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When the days stretch into evenings
When the evenings slip into nights
When the minutes pull together
Silken threads greet the sunlight

When the days span into months
When the...

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Lamentation

born among the travelers of her day  
she played in the sandpile with Woody Guthrie 
sung in the chorus with Allen Ginsberg 
walked in...

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Of the many stars I have seen,
Justin, you are by far the most exquisite
I love how you just mold into my heart,
Sifting the words we...

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Thursday, April 26, 2001 12:47:49 AM

Treasures of the Spider

Spider!
Beware of 
the night feeder.
Tiny bat wings, swifter,
than the absence
of light, silent, merciless
terror. 

By morning,
I survey the...

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The Beast smirked, horns quivering ...
"You know you want to", he said, nodding toward the hills
There, above a dark, gaping wound of earth, Página Sagrada...

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I’ve died many times over. Every night when I lay down my weary self to rest, my consciousness is extinguished.  I experience nothing until...

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ODE TO THE AFL!!!  (Melbourne, Australia, a unique whimsy)

Are footy fanatics,
Total raving lunatics? 
The flag's in the bag!
We've got some lively lads,
Best we've ever...

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“They took the whole Cherokee nation
Put us on this reservation
Took away our ways of life
The tomahawk and the bow and knife”
    ...

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