Short Weft Poems

leaves fall with the wind
            normal defoliation
            along seasons weft...

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there once a maid from the castle
whose weaving was rather facile
	her warp matched her weft
	but developed a cleft
she covered it with a tassel!...

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In the Weft of Fait
David J Walker

my life means nothing
without courage
my beliefs are fallow
without faith
my soul falls shoal  
to knowledge 
if left to the weft of fait...

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Delicate lace could never compare
intricate weaves thus woven.
Weft and warp
by Nature's hand
~ wings of gossamer strand!

Precious fairy ~ golden-green tips
A boon I beg of thee
~ a brush of rosy lips....

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Her skin, pale and fragile
as bone china
protected by a heart
inviolable, gilded threads
weft and warp cloth-of-gold
that flys pennoned from her
shoulders, red hair burning
brighter as she competes
with the setting sun...

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Lord,
my soul
to claim in
your hands and warp
and weft your timbre endowments in me.

thus, above allowing and absolving
emotional
and sinful
pleasure,
thoughts.


4/26/2019

1,2,3,4, 10 10,4,3,2,1...

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My loved ones gone
visit dreams of
cyan fields and
pixie cloud skies.
Is it a cruel trick
of the mind?
Or moments, out
of space and time;
caught in the weft
of our corduroy lives;
a small gift granted
to our past or
future selves?...

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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...

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electrocardiogram

I heard my heart,

sing its song 
whistle like wind
gurgle, a brook
red with life.

even, strong
it  sings my life
through miles tunnels
dark, shallow and deep

warp and weft 
age by fates design
when I emerged from
primordial time
the song began....

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Fields of spun gold silk
Somber auburn shade 
On ardent warm day
Resonant hum breath 
Yawns whiff of cool air 

Espy hushed cries
Dry in silence 
Nature's quaint rhythm 
Weft lingers round 

Staggering
Growth within
Deep recess 

Rich trove
Savor 

Peace.

2/4/2020...

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Tomorrow they tell tales
Bring back bright boyhood
Dumped deeply in dales
Forest fled for fickle food

Could you clamour clean
Till tomorrow throw them
Last lingering lines lean
We wont wait to weft them

Around ancient anxieties
Ego esconced, embattling
Dull days dead drunk deities
Some senses seared still screaming....

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The pond's algae swirls artistically
around the lily pads,
captive oracle of the canoe's wake,
velveteen green of a finer weft
than the gown of a Queen's,
richer in hue than the paint
from Monet's pallet.
The innate beauty of nature, 
most diminutive, thriving on earth, 
in water and under the fire
of a setting sun....

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 Despite how many stars I view, one is brighter sway,
my devotion to you is a priceless gift you can't deny. 
I feel free and safe with you, and the angels sing,
our love is knitted by weft string, you're under my wing. 


Written: June 2nd, 2023

Bite Size No 65 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier...

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Take heed then to the path of your feet
                                                 Watch out for strangers you meet
                            Then all your ways will be sure
                      Walk step by step for a true measure
                           Do not swerve to the right or left
                                          Or you will end up but in the weft...

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In the interim 
 Between birth and death
 I appear visible 
 As air becomes breath 

 Whirling I spin
 The warp and weft
 Of tremulous, fickle
 Vagrant flesh

 The stuff of dreams
 Sparkling and wet 
 Oozes and spools 
 In echoing depths

 In underground pools
 Whose length and breadth 
 Is the height of oblivion 
 In memory's debt

 Written by © Raven Drake...

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Haiku - a thought provoking bunch!

Alone - yet a continuum...!

In this universe,
alone - yet a continuum,
woven - warp and weft!

Mind always rakes up,
our ego that awaits, takes-up,
blatant differences!

No thing and nothing,
ever in isolation, connect,
with all - resurrect!

Find that in you - where,
oneness from deep within surge,
ahead - where all merge!...

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Fields of spun gold silk somber auburn shades
Resonant a hum breath yawn against blades.
Wiff of cool air espy hush cries cascades
Dry in silence nature's quaint everglades.

Weft of rain lingers round as slow rhythm fades.
Mystique wakeful light of dawn serenades
While the warm sun rises, the bullfrog wades,
Small blue heron stand watch like waiting maids.

3/29/2023...

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Friends of the night,
carnivore delight,
on padded feet walking
through a world without sight.

Fear is an ally,
light is your death;
in darkness,
cloaked secure,

you wait
and meditate on flickering shadows
whose weft and warp
become your feast.

Friends of the night,
there’s beauty in the requiem darkness,
but only as there’s light and life
with the rising sun....

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citrine Indian summer sigh 
as blue skies turn a jealous green

dusty weft wind and hours drew nigh
idyllic of seasons has seen

a wanderer of aged mirth, glean
quintessence honey set awry

underneath spun amorous scene 
of sweet scent tease, not a goodbye

1/20/2020

ABAB BABA 8 lines 8 syllables
Poetry Contest: Oh-No A Twisted Char-Lay 
Sponsored by: Charles Messina...

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A warped mind is a tongue-twister.
Hewn timber warped out of shape by water
   is entropy's revenge on the carpenter. 
Warp and weft weave yarns to form fabric's warp and woof. 
Doing the time warp in a worm hole, 
   shuffling discontinuous the pack of events.
Engage warp drive to travel 
   faster than the speed of light.
Warp is distortion's twin sister, 
   a game changer....

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Life’s fabric - warp and weft,
We loom both right and left
But in that piece we weave
Some loose ends we do leave
So our cloth prone to fray
As those yarns start to stray
Of our weave we are proud.
Perfection not allowed
For what was grand affair
Now sadly needs repair.
Those ageing yarns break more.
Loose ends appear galore.
The unravelling weave
Signals it's time to leave....

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Autumn's time-worn night,
      charmed by its full moon;
         wisp pleasant cool breeze rose.

   I lie awake In bed, 
      watching out the window,
         as shadows dance across the bed,
           searching for sleep.   

   Perching mockingbirds sing,
      their weft threads carried
         on whisper puff breath

lullabies, by chance,
might put me to sleep.


9/20/2020...

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A fleeting moment's grace, lifted high.
A moment's race to touch the clock, reasoned by.
A saddened tale and restless years, knowing why.
A best kept secret's need to know: leave to try.

All these things i give you now:
Make of them as you know how.

Take the dreams and make them true.
Steal the saints and paint them blue.
Weave the weft and turn the wheel.
Believe the best and make it real....

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My eyes a reflection upon 
the night, a still-life of 
weft black white threads embroidered lace 
of sketched jagged diamonds.

Drawn steadfastly upon my face 
neatness and precision; 
unturned yet quaintly ageless grace 
as I breathe the new dawn.


8/23/2019

Poetry Contest: CHOOSE AN OCTAVIO PAZ LINE 
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud 



   1. The night was a garden of eyes.” – The Blue Bouquet...

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So help me God, my muse has fled
Number me among the lost and dead
Take my ribbons out and shave my head
My muse has fled

Prepare a shroud, my muse has left
Wind me well within its warp and weft
Hide me deep within some rocky cleft
My muse has left

Burn all my words, my muse has gone
Turn to ash the page I wrote upon
Throw it to the winds and you go on
My muse has gone

© Gail Foster 30th August 2016...

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