Short Weavers Poems

Just guts
Armed with me
Get ready to garland me
O! Wound weavers!

# Raju Arockiasamy
Trichy, Tamilnadu, India...

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weaver’s 
spindle fulls the cloth
teasel



Note: Scottish thistles were once used by weavers as spindles....

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ARTISTS

          
          CREATIVE COMMUNICATORS 


          WEAVERS OF WORDS

   
          MAGICIANS OF THE HEART


          SEERS...

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Zoomers and weavers 
Tailgaiters and speeders
Scream and yell, you can all go to he** ....
Until they get past you,
Then they start their ranting and snarling 
All over again!...

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Wicked weavers weaved
Sharp thorns into a crown
Meant for all who frown
Where sin is conceived.

O you anointed head
Do not fear that crown
Though it may pain now
The sheep leave not unfed.

(Read John 15:19-21)...

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Tune weavers sigh and sigh

 The unblinking eye

Embroider thoughts

Tree line Groves

Fingered love prints

Hearts unfold

Cold and broken

Tattered and yellow

Wistful carousel

Going round  round and around

As surely my heart goes......

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There are people 
who
 I love to hate
that live inside my heart

They thread me
 in
then knot me up
new patterns in the dark

To make my world
a 
thicker braid
than those who fawn and swoon

And stitch the flame
 of 
tangled fire
—unwoven in my loom

(Ronald McDonald House: August, 2021)...

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Productions, no raw material,
visions infinate, born ethereal.
Imaginations memory, 
cojouring thoughts where they dwell.
Images taken, the empty minds void,
depthless well,we poets the weavers,
of timeless spells.
Tommorows muse not present or past,
imortality, ink made fast,
when future poets study whats passed....

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We are drivers
We are fighters
We are weavers
We are receivers
We are lovers
We are doers
We are givers
We are finishers
We are directors
We are educators
We are daydreamers
We are welcomers
We are initiators
We are financiers
We are developers
We are achievers
We are loved
We are equipped
We wow
How we shall do everything...

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when you see mother
tell the tale
tell this dear tale
that he dwells
in the woods
like her hairy kids
who now live as lambs
beside some shepherds’
green pastures
planted by the lions’ dens
within these niger’s banks
banks swollen of grasses
grasses housing the weavers
oh, tell the tale
tell this dear tale
when you see mother....

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People are neither good nor bad.
We are both; to different degrees,
At different times, with different people.

Some feel harder than others.
If they are wise they become artists,
Musicians, poets, potters, weavers, decorators, hair stylists.

They cannot help it.
Their feelings have to ooze out somewhere in a creative way....

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Man's fate lies with the gods
Let no one forget the odds
Lest, he shake hands with death
And sleep without breath.

Ceaselessly, the weavers weave
The very fabric of his life
Through the gate
He'll walk with a little faith

On this path lies his real fate
A thin ice on whose cold brink he skates
He's just a pawn
For the gods move him like a clown...

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Innocent weavers
Sat still mourning –
The siren heralded
At midnight
The emergency swords in the rafter
Like a lone early morning cock.

The forest was a terror spot 
Helter-skelter in blood-discolouration
Marking a nest of the free?
Terror & anger clashed
Again & again
In man rearing the seeds of the night:
Shrewd pebbles of inviolable intents
And mutilated feathers in a battered nest!...

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as cardinals nest
lost within the red maple…
                                   old squirrels chatter


a house cat wanders
nose pressed against the window….
				   once a predator


lone caterpillars
Rumpelstiltskin weavers of….
                                   future butterflies


faded beauty mourns
casting petals to the wind…
			         a swirl of sadness


John G. Lawless
©9/27/2022...

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Two pins stand on the map
One the beginning, one the end
But what connects the two
Is a string born from the mind

What will the string be made of?
What fibres create its form?
Will it be silken and smooth?
Or coarse and rough?
Will it even reach the other end?
Or snap in its midst?

That string is ours to make
We are the weavers of our fate
The path is ours to create
For us alone will it be laid...

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I
Do you connect with struggling writers
Would you know it
Harry the Weaver, poet
Graces communities, fraternities,
(Sororities, too?)

II
To have someone read your scraps of work
Going back as far as is feasible
prince HH reads closely, generously 
With the gentleness of weavers,
Care, calmness, goodness - fruit of the Spirit
Makes it tolerable to wait to be heard
Pleasure to be respectfully read
To be free to write FREELY, profusely...

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Those yelling voices from various tenements
Sounded like the sad treble of girls
In cellars where leviathans
In a spree flourished forced libidos:
The lasses trembling in rude arms!

Sir –
Still in their yellow bloom
Pig-watchers of the wider forest
Clad in the swords of midnight warriors
Performed the vicar’s rituals.

A blue hour lamented the gloom!
In the morning more skulls lie
A trash of real weavers!
(Prof, a sad lad heard the tales told!)...

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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 had!
Peter Pans on pot,
The flags that time forgot,
Footy finals fever,
Talk about dream weavers!
Footy finals phobias,
TV claustrophobia,
Why didn't we win?
Any old excuse again!
Footy fanatics,
Raving lunatics,
Footy finals fever,
Melbourne's dream weavers!

(And we wouldn't have it any other way!!)...

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All the world was covered in a white frosting, shining under a slice of the moon.
Like a pale rising star on this Mother Night, shines upon the moor a bright noon. 
We huddled as feeble field mice in the frigid fright and dare the disir for a boon.
Humble boasting and well wishing, to the Norns the crowd will croon
You weave the wyrd, from babies to old crones we grow too soon.


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mother night- christmas eve, disir - ancestral spirits [female], norns-weavers of 
wyrd/fate...

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