Short Weaver Poems
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She was a master weaver,
a master craftsman, and so,
she braided his soul into hers.
The weaver waved at me:
She said 'Hey Josh!,why're you sad'?.
I said: 'Will you be my meal?'.
Then she became sad.
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weaver birds grass nest
over a thousand green strips
lures in female
he works long hours
hopes to snatch a lovely mate
she chooses her home
clandestine cut paste
loom laughs at the weak weaver ---
stolen yarn sleeps sound
09 October 2022
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A weaver of impossible dreams
Dreams so unattainable they often seem
Leave the door ajar
Skyward you'll soar
You'll feel your own kind of beautiful
Who am i?
A friend
a companion
a lover
an enemy
a temptation
a desire
a poison
a cure
A healer
a story teller
a dream weaver
a ghost
a memory
an illusion
a nobody
Form:
Wacko mind born confused
With grotesque ugly face
Web of deceit her game
Worshipping evil eyes
Wicked soul casting spells
Wordless wrathful weaver
Wounding beautiful hearts
Forty years shopworn yet still taut,
the past a seamstress rare
Her words reknitted, stitched and purled
—to dress a future bare
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
R-ightly
A-nswered
Q-uestions,
U-nderstood
E-xpressions,
L-anguage
D-efinitions,
A-nd
G-rammar
S-imply
I-nteract
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Raquel C. Dagsi)
Thieves plotted the street-weaver's doom;
and thus he just rented a room.
So "strange"- the pipes burst
and thieves were immersed...
weaver laughed and left with his loom.
"Alzheimer's May Not Actually Be a Brain Disease, ..."*
the brain
or not the brain
Alzheimer's
remains the same
*Health 19 August 2024
By Donald Weaver, The Conversation
Moonlit night of my lost love
Fullness raptures my hearts soul
Darkness falls behind me deep
Endlessly I walk.
written for
Sponsor Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dream Weaver
Contest Name Dodoitsu Darkness
She sits in the moonlight
and weaves her dreams
of life ideal and happy things.
Then, picks herself up
and slowly walks
back to reality.
Previously Published: Shattered Moonbeams 2016
Like a cherry blossom in the wind
And the dew lit gossamer threads
Of the weaver, the spider
Is the semblance of a dream
That passes away like a fairy’s laugh
And holds men captivated
On why they are in the dream
Rod Stewart his name, a weaver of dreams, his fame
His raspy voice was apparently appealing all the same
Can't argue with that
Pulled success out of a hat
His sexy voice made ladies melt and become inflamed
In the backdrop of full moon
silhouette of my darling
searching me among the stars.....
let me surprise her!
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Placement:2nd;(September 2011)
Contest:Dodoitsu Darkness
Sponsor:Tracie~Indigo dream weaver~
Who builds the nest of the weaver bird I ask.
Using one thousand strips of grass, it is a daunting task.
Starting with a ring-shaped frame, it accentuates his life.
Male weaver bird’s building skills determines if he gets a wife.
The Weaver weaves a web of glory
A tapestry of love
Woven with the threads of life
A gift from God above
Let it so clothe your heart today
That glory fills your life
And keep your mind on heaven
And the Bridegroom and His wife
The golden properties
of our higher consciousness
like fine threads of golden silk
being spun by a master weaver
promise for our taste of honey and milk
salvation coming from our soul's reliever
It all begin's within'........
Loom
weaver
together
with warp and weft,
turn yarn to fabric,
fashioned by designer
driven by the customer,
Jacquard, Harris Tweed, Dobby Weave,
this practical creation of love
conceived from the form of the simple thread.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Will you surrender your soul
Will you betray your friend
Will you give your body
To pleasure others
For a couple of grams
Of dream weaver
Will you risk HIV
The destruction of
Innocent children
You know you will
Again and again
For a bottle of blood.
The flowing fire of day
Melted into the night
High o'er head the moon was out
Showing only half its light.
Dates made before this moment
Kept past their passing
Each a gem concentrically strung
On threads of fragmentary Nows ,
Waiting to meet their weaver.
O, blanket weaver,
I was your thread and I
was your pain.
*
Do not go
beyond the ruins of home. . .
The artifacts will miss you.
*
The sand and
ash cover the seriptures in winds.
I will find some rock.
Satish Verma
The male weaver bird is inspired to make a beautiful nest
Female weavers choose their mate based on whose nest is the best
nests are intricate and fine, delicately and artistically made by this guy
excited male hangs it in the sun to dry, waiting for his lovely to glide by.
Light,
a celestial dancer:
pirouettes.
Bending and refracting
at the crossroads
of fantasy and reality.
Weaver
of constellations:
light summons Dawn's blush,
heralding the rise of the sun.
And darkness departs
at its behest:
yielding to Sol's will.