Nets Poems - Poems about Nets

Tie the knots and patch. Throw the net and make the catch. Nets for one and all, Not just for the basketball. But useful and clean, Work together as a team. The Love-knots of unity, Hold us all for Eternity. By Jesus and the Holy Spirit, Our net with Treasure in it....

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Ballad by William Soutar translation/modernization by Michael R. Burch O, surely you have seen my love Down where the waters wind: He walks like one who fears no man And yet his eyes are kind! O, surely you have seen my love At the turning of the tide: For then he gathers in his nets Down by the waterside! Yes, lassie we have seen your love At...

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sun-nets: ...for realism in action... there be a sound of silence as to such natures wisdoms they be dated and buried hidden in time lists of dates what be such as combination key to calendar of poetic writings be it 2020 2019 2018 or other? stan sand...

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Rans nets, which bind and trap. Ensnare and incapacitate all who swim in the oceans of life I tangle thy golden skeins. Your pearlescent webs that move in the voids between the 9 dimensions. Your webs of final fate that float and dance between the worlds. Ensnaring everybody in the 9 planes and all existences may your golden Webs ensnare the...

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Without rhyme, the words fade into the mist Without rhyme, the verse so begotten Without rhyme, all passages blow with the wind Without rhyme —so quickly forgotten (Villanova University: January, 2020) “Without rhyme, it’s like playing tennis without a net.” Robert Frost...

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Unfit Gifts by Rabindranath Tagore loose translation by Michael R. Burch At sunrise, I cast my nets into the sea, dredging up the strangest and most beautiful objects from the depths ... some radiant like smiles, some glittering like tears, others flushed like brides’ cheeks. When I returned, staggering under their weight, my love was relaxing in her garden, idly tearing...

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she doesn't wattle she doesn't walk like a pair of nylons she runs but i a belly bloated blowfish don't dare even to try to even think or contemplate chasing her in a marathon and so s l o w l y lag behind my pace maker and my mile marker only at five and a half inches that's it watches her amazing feat...

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Cast your net upon the waters let your words and Visions flow from breast to breast Let The Healing Waters begin the flow you are cured like in a bird and the blue skies let it soar let your words comfort me that your Deeds be from your needs I fell down on my knees...

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The old fisherman sat in his dory Empty nets, but concocting a story It would sure mean his life Should he greet his young wife At the dock without financial quarry. Now his wife was as fit as could be With the girth and the might of a tree He considered her ire Then began to perspire And headed his boat ... out to...

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Striking along an azure shore, Lover’s footprints formed in our wake Are like a school of funny fish, With little spoon-like fins, which swim, Midst gaping clams and scuttled crabs Scattered about the wet smooth strand, To a great rock beside the sea. And who will know we blazed the way Along this stretch of beach today? For all the funny little fish We left...

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out on the hungover gray moor having morning coffee with the old man of the sea we say nothing in this silvered wooden shack lots of coats to put on, it's all very humdrum the boat cuts through small yapping wavelets possibly never to return, but of course we will the mind vaults vast arenas in this place we pass the westernmost...

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a man and woman walking on separate paths – children scream loudly rose petals falling as flowers die on the vine – three boys pricked alone weeping willow trees shroud their twisted trunks with limbs – tree house and laughter early in the day sun shines above the frog pond – boys, buckets, and nets June 29, 2015...

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"I Am casting My net, oh don't you see? and I have my prophets and disciples following Me not only in word but deed, as we stand with even space between us so that we can cast our nets far, wide and deep with the hope of catching not fish but the souls of men as My...

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Men have two nets, To stay in and to stay out, One on the bed, One on the sea!...

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Return to the fresh ocean, without tears of the storm....

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