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Christmas Eve, the air is crisp and still.
the house is wrapped in darkness and damp cold.
the tree stands bare.
no tinsel gleams,
no ornaments glisten~
just a skeleton of expectation.
A spider descends~
its eight legs tapping a silent beat
across the chilly, wooden floor.
it glides its way up the tree.
with silken thread and delicate grace,
this tiny architect
weaves a silver web of wonder
across bare evergreen branches
thread by thread,
a delicate geometry unfolds~
one spun from moonlight and instinct.
no plan, only the patient unfolding
of silk and silver hope.
morning arrives.
the sun brushes gold across
frosty windowpanes
striking the spider’s web
and igniting it.
no longer bare, the tree shimmers~
a spectacle of interwoven
silver and gold light.
This is how Christmas magic works~
not with fanfare, but in the quiet,
turning absence into lace,
turning want into wonder.
A girl, torn by life's heavy hand,
Mind speaks true, heart's demand.
Her head's clear voice, a rational plea,
Her heart's deep wish, to just be free.
Both sides, a truth within the strife,
Choosing between a balanced life.
One leads to sense, the other to soul,
Neither, alone, can make her whole.
The story complete, with joy and pain,
A delicate choice, that will remain.
For every piece of happiness, there's also a piece of unhappiness. If you haven't told both sides, you haven't told the whole story and in all things stay the same.
I watch with laser focus
this genius ply its craft
a miracle of nature
to create, it's artful task.
It moves along precisely
the architecture forms
mysterious unseen guidance
geometrically adorned.
This committed tiny creature
entertained for hours on end,
I look forward to my next visit
when the spider spins again.
Works of fire and thunder
flower the surface of a dark river.
When the rockets
are dead-eyed and spent,
muffled calls remain -
a flap and gabble,
of the peevish and ruffled.
Night stumbles over the edge
of gunpowder clouds.
Ducks deliver themselves
to the dark-dinged sky.
Distant cannons sigh.
Frankie was flying with her owl on Hallows Eve Night
Enjoying the breeze, singing a song loudly with might
Loving her life, but not paying attention like she should
Uh-oh! She suddenly realized she was down in the hood
Where the poison spiders catch witches and their broom
She felt the sticky substance, and she thought of her tomb
A black widow spider began crawling down to get her
She began to panic, when suddenly there was fur
A large rodent with big teeth gave that web a big bite
Suddenly Frankie and her owl flew off in the night
It was too dark to see what the spider did to the rat
But she was always grateful to all rodents after that
Working online today,
his focus drawn away.
To risque sites he stray.
Lured to ads on the side.
Temptation from worldwide.
Delete! He tries to hide.
And then he thinks he’s free
from images he see.
Aha - he cannot flee.
His history begin
as soon as he log in.
On record he's staying.
neo eld socialism
mixed eld neo liberalism
only web spiders
How surprised I am to see you
on my monitor
grey haired and laughing
not a frown on any corner
Were you laughing that night
when I first met you
when you locked yourself out
and I climbed up a ladder into your
Painted Lady
with its art everywhere
or were we all just drunk
my daughter says,
Oh, look at him
how much he has changed since he fell
down the cliffs at Blacks Beach
and lost his whole face
but kept his life I say.
Whispers of soft breath sliced straight through
The strands of the spider webs glue
Halloween goblins hissed
Mocking spiders they kissed
Excited when the web caught dew
Descend from the trees
Scavenge around ~ stand upright
Build a computer
By
David Kavanagh
The mental instability of a liar
when they hear the truth cursing begins ugly
you are judging me seems to be their next move
cornered crying the victim, pity feel sorry for me me me
I am a good person the first sin tells its tale
those under the veil of sight replying violently in nature
Which corner alters your ego to put up such a fight
what rules apply to the under dog quarrelling
There is only one circle drawn in the sand
we are all sinners needing forgiveness every day
pride you will not let go through sheer stubborn behaviour
chained to the fragments of a soul's spirit
trust has been betrayed never will it say sorry
even when proven wrong it quarrels about position
the highest value holds the light separating darkness
another sky disappears
there are no more doors
only stars in a window
a splendid reflection
the avalanche of reminisce
feeding suffocated wishes
hopeless severed lines
call the waste of time
lost fear stays obscure
the darkness ever tied
across my eyes
the shadows jump and climb
keeping safe the remains
a lock to a chain
the wait tightens as I hang
a tightly woven web
and here is where
I fear you less
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
A spider
And a fly
In mortal combat,
Action on the web
Long before the net.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2016
10/10/18
mocking
innocence
black widow
hung in her web
teasing paassersby
so curious
that curiosity
became
a webbed experience
Staring out of my window panes
at open fields and weather vanes
on my tractor seat, a woman's glove?
and I'm thinking about
the web we weave for love
Freshly tilled garden and the smell of dirt
Somewhere a farm girl that wants to flirt
and a pigeon soars or is it a dove?
and I'm thinking about
the web we weave for love
Tapping the glass makes a shepherd alert
and he's roaming around my field of dirt
only he knows what I'm dreaming of
and that I'm thinking about
the web we weave for love
Things I don't know, but one thing's for sure
a bed of roses I've grown for her
Outside a flag is waving above
and I'm thinking about
the web we weave for love
Through the window pane a windmill turns
and inside my heart a fire burns
Somewhere a girl that I'm dreaming of
and that I'm thinking about
the web we will weave for love
She and I will weave that web
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