Spinnerets Poems - Poems about Spinnerets

...Eye (a generic happy go lucky arachnid) hope(d) for a miracle Harken and cue lyrics to All I Need Is a Miracle Song by Mike + The Mechanics. Aye, a quizzical hunky-dory spied re: anomaly doth......

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...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apcqD2T4xqw "Everything Old Is New Again" In the silver garden of morning a morphological discovery A spider weaves his silk spinnerets embiopter......

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...Cactus Dancer Graceful spider dances on sharp cactus spikes Spinnerets leave webs of dainty filigree Each web a masterpiece of sublime delights Silk filaments wear dews as the moonlight flees......

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...circles within circles harmony of sticks and stones and gems his foundation flows around my ankles flooding ‘tween the trees baubles of aquamarine circles within circles harmony of......

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...The Golden Orb Spider of Madagascar sits and spins and spins all day. When she has spun a bucket of rich silk an official takes it away. What have you done with my spinnerets and where is my h......

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...in the public square you are not to be questioned just admired for your dark demonstrations of being the hanging black spider waves its life at you perhaps the arachnid lover is demora......

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...Today I hugged my tarantula I can’t believe I did I don’t know what came over me I must have flipped my lid! I thought that she would merely run that thought soon I forsook When after I had set he......

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...Oh how she spins a web of silk It glistens in the night, Her long black legs a work of art Her body is a sight, She moves with great precision As she spins a rapid pace, For her next victim d......

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...POTD 9th April 2018 Synopsis - A story of selflessness without jealousy or rancor that is often evident through the ages in all walks of life, even in modern t......

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...At first a fib nothing more or that’s what he thought but one economical truth wasn’t enough, so his spinnerets spun some fresh lines one needs fairly few words to speak the pure truth, but ma......

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...Our first drawn breath A symbolic pact Stating Mother Nature's works as natural acts Without sayers of fortune Or circled hands professed of shine Only an arachnid's sky bound brood Did man......

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