Threads do not break for being fine, but for being gouty and ill-spun.
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The Spider
Spider, Spider, weaving web-
Fine and silky, that can’t ebb;
What immortal Hand did give,
Engineering feet to live!
Swift legs moving on fine threads:
Insect prey finally dreads;
What finesse involves your act,
Smothering preys with great tact!
Gossamer-mesh baiting prey:
Caught in surprising, a way;
Wound by silken threads, so fast,
Die insects spun, quite aghast!
Thready sensors, zig-zag laid,
Helping hunter and to aid;
Moving majestically,
Howev’r strong the wind, may be.
What a cute beast? What a frame?
What made Adam give this name?
What gentleness? What great speed?
Catching prey with deadly greed!
Victor always in pinning
Lethally prey by spinning;
What superb brain, God-given,
Watching eyes, agile-driven!
Spider, Spider, weaving web-
Fine and silky, that can’t ebb;
What immortal Hand did give,
Engineering feet to live!
Written after William Blake’s, ‘The Tyger’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-6-2008
poem by John Celes
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Oh Those Threads
Oh those threads
beautiful threads
coming together
gold and silver
tears and laughter.
creating a pattern
U and I, fashioning
us.
knotted so closely
refusing to fray
a lovely tapestry
inter-woven over
the years
Oh those threads
beautiful threads
together at last.
poem by Heather Burns
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Imagination Freedom Seeds
dandelion imagination seeds
are spun web silk threads
chance freedom life potentials
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Crossed Threads
The silken threads by viewless spinners spun,
Which float so idly on the summer air,
And help to make each summer morning fair,
Shining like silver in the summer sun,
Are caught by wayward breezes, one by one,
Are blown to east and west and fastened there,
Weaving on all the roads their sudden snare.
No sign which road doth safest, freest run,
The wingèd insects know, that soar so gay
To meet their death upon each summer day.
How dare we any human deed arraign;
Attempt to recon any moment's cost;
Or any pathway trust as safe and plain
Because we see not where the threads have crossed?
poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
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Little Girl So Fine
After the music had stopped
I still heard it playing
I moved a little closer to hear
The words she was saying
She said Ill never break your heart
Ill never try to fake it
My love is here for you
All you have to do is take it
Kisses sweeter than wine
My little girl so fine
The night seemed to say it was right
But could I believe her
My heart said, its time to go
But my eyes wouldnt leave her
Theres always somebody trying to break your heart
Somebody trying to take it
My little girl tried so hard
To help me make it
Kisses sweeter than wine
My little girl so fine
Oh, oh, oh, oh, sha la la
Oh, oh, sha la la
So fine
Oh, oh, oh, oh, sha la la
Oh, oh, sha la la
So fine
When we danced
I forgot everything and whispered
Hold me tight
Take a chance
On what tomorrow brings
Wont you be mine, be mine
Be mine tonight
We walked away laughing together
Into the night for ever and ever and ever
Now I know
Ill never break me babys heart
Ill never try to fake it
Ill give her all my love
All she has to do is take it
Kisses sweeter than wine
My little girl so fine
Kisses sweeter than wine
My little girl so fine
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Kisses sweeter than wine
My little girl so fine
Oh, oh, oh, oh, sha la la
Oh, oh, sha la la
So fine
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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It tossed—and tossed
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It tossed—and tossed—
A little Brig I knew—o'ertook by Blast—
It spun—and spun—
And groped delirious, for Morn—
It slipped—and slipped—
As One that drunken—stept—
Its white foot tripped—
Then dropped from sight—
Ah, Brig—Good Night
To Crew and You—
The Ocean's Heart too smooth—too Blue—
To break for You—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Bonds
Briggs
Joseph Briggs, of Yorkshire, England, blessed country of Freetrade,
Where the large importers' profits and fine sentiments are made,
Digs
Deep into his mine of wisdom, and, with British fervency,
Bids us mark the Bonds of Empire reaching out across the sea;
Binding us to one another
Us and our benign old mother
Patriotic apron-strings of Empire we would scorn to free.
Threads -
Crimson threads of kith and kinship - thin red lines of sentiment!
What a wave of fervid friendship over all the continent
Spreads,
When some speaker bids us ponder
On those threads that reach out yonder...
But alas, there are acute grumblers whom mere threads do not content !
Ties
Silken ties! O, who would venture to disturb a single thread?
What a roar of public censure would descend upon his head !
Rise
Split the welkin with your shouting!
Cheer those ties! What? Still some doubting
Pesslmists? Then here is something more substantial in their stead:
Bonds!
GOLDEN BONDS! ... Ah! Now we mention cold commercial £ s. d.
All the land is at attention. Witness how the Empire re-
Sponds.
Bonds at three or four percent'll
Beat all shackles sentimental
In the land of shops and shekels, in the country of the free.
Cash -
Cold, hard cash. O, magic metal! How the golden cables groan
When we're called upon to settle or renew our little loan.
Smash?
Never! Though it strains and quivers
When the bloated Dreadnought-givers
Try to shirk the cost of paying for a navy of our own.
Gold
Chains of gold! Brave bonds of boodle of the merchants' finest make
No assault, however rude, 'll cause those golden links to break.
Hold?
Crimson threads may snap and sever;
Silken ties may break, but never
Shall those chains; they hold for ever for the loyal traders' sake.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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There is no lie spun so fine, through which the truth won't shine.
It is not the fine, but the coarse and ill-spun that breaks.
The Waster's Presentiment
I shall be spun. There is a voice within
Which tells me plainly I am all undone;
For though I toil not, neither do I spin,
I shall be spun.
April approaches. I have not begun
Schwegler or Mackintosh, nor will begin
Those lucid works till April 21.
So my degree I do not hope to win,
For not by ways like mine degrees are won;
And though, to please my uncle, I go in,
I shall be spun.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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The Shadow-Child
Why do the wheels go whirring round,
Mother, mother?
Oh, mother, are they giants bound,
And will they growl forever?
Yes, fiery giants underground,
Daughter, little daughter,
Forever turn the wheels around,
And rumble-grumble ever.
Why do I pick the threads all day,
Mother, mother,
While sunshine children are at play?
And must I work forever?
Yes, shadow-child; the live-long day,
Daughter, little daughter,
Your hands must pick the threads away,
And feel the sunshine never.
Why do the birds sing in the sun,
Mother, mother,
If all day long I run and run,
Run with the wheels forever?
The birds may sing till day is done,
Daughter, little daughter,
But with the- wheels your feet must run—
Run with the wheels forever.
Why do I feel so tired each night,
Mother, mother?
The wheels are always buzzing bright;
Do they grow sleepy never?
Oh, baby thing, so soft and white,
Daughter, little daughter,
The big wheels grind us in their might,
And they will grind forever.
And is the white thread never spun,
Mother, mother?
And is the white cloth never done,
For you and me done never?
Oh yes, our thread will all be spun,
Daughter, little daughter,
When we lie down out in the sun,
And work no more forever.
And when will come that happy day,
Mother, mother?
Oh, shall we laugh and sing and play
Out in the sun forever?
Nay, shadow-child, we'll rest all day,
Daughter, little daughter,
Where green grass grows and roses gay,
There in the sun forever.
poem by Harriet Monroe
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Very Fine Love
(bob dipiero / jim photoglo)
I never knew how good love could be
All Id ever known was make believe
So many times Ive played the fool
Baby, til I met you
Now everything has fallen in place
You can tell by the smile on my face
For every lonely tear that Ive cried
Im that much satisfied
Weve got a fine, fine, very fine love
Weve got a fine, fine, very fine love
You know it when you find one
Shining like a diamond
Its so fine, fine, very fine love
How did I ever live without your love?
Its the only thing Im certain of
No matter what Im going through
I know I can count on you
You are more precious to me every day
Life is better now in every way
You dont have to lay the world at my feet
You have made my world complete
Weve got a fine, fine, very fine love, oh, oh
Weve got a fine, fine, very fine love
You know it when you find one
Shining like a diamond
Its so fine, so fine, very fine love
Ive got no apprehensions
Youve got the best intentions
Weve got a, weve got a, weve got a fine, fine, very fine love
Weve got a fine, fine, very fine love
A very fine
A very fine love
Very fine love, ah, ha, ooh, hoo
So fine, hey, so fine
So good, so good love
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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The Spider Queen
IN the deep heart of furthest fairyland
Where foot of man has never trodden yet
The enchanted portals of her palace stand,
And there her sleepless sentinels are set.
All round grow forests of white eglantine
And drooping, dreaming clematis; there blows
The purple nightshade; there pale bindweeds twine
And there the pale, frail flower of slumber grows.
Her palaces are decked with gleaming wings,
Hung o'er with webs through spacious bower and hall,
Filled through and through with precious priceless things;
She is their mistress and she hates them all.
No darkling webs, woven in dust and gloom,
Adorn her palace walls; there gleam astir
Live threads of light, spun for a fairy's loom,
And stolen by her slaves and brought to her.
She wears a robe woven of the July sun,
Mixed with green threads won from the East at dawn,
Bordered with silver moonrays, finely spun,
And gemmed with glowworms from some shadowy lawn.
She wears a crown of dewdrops bright like tears,
Her girdle is a web of rainbow dyes;
She knows no youth, nor age; the hours and years
Leave never a shadow on her lips and eyes.
In magic rings of green and glistening light
Her fairies dance, in star-spun raiment clad,
Her people do her bidding day and night,
Her dark-robed servants toil to make her glad.
Her minstrels play to her--her singers raise
Soft songs, more sweet than man has ever heard,
With endless rhythms of love her courtiers praise,
And all their heart is in their every word.
She is the mistress of all things that set
Snare of fine webs to win their hearts' desire,
Queen of all folk who weave the death-strong net
Between the poppy and the wild-rose briar.
Yet sits despair upon that brow of hers,
And sorrow in her eyes makes festival;
The soul of grief with her sad soul confers,
And she sits lonely in her crowded hall;
Because she has woven a web of her bright hair--
A tear-bright web, to catch one soul; and he
Beheld her, in her beauty, set the snare,
And seeing laughed, and laughing passed out free!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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I've Got A Lover (Back In Japan)
I've got a lover back in Japan
He's got tatooes
He's my Superman
I try to call him up from time to time
We can talk about the weather
Is the weather fine?
And I say break, break
Break away those ties
Break, break.
I've got a lover
Up in outer space
He's been tumbling around
All over the place
I like to call him from time to time
We can talk about heaven...
Break, break
Break away those ties
Break, break...
When the whole world descends on me
I'll be waiting for you...
Got another lover in Timbuktu
Got a name for him
He's my little guru.
When I don't call him he starts to cry
I have to tell him stories just to pacify.
Break, break...
When the whole world descends on me
I'll be waiting for you...
I was bitter when I met you
I was eloquent with rage
Like honey from a poisoned cup
I flowed from stage to stage.
(Ooh... sugar baby... sing me a lullaby.)
Japanese baby...
song performed by by Eurythmics
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I've Got A Lover
I've got a lover back in japan
He's got tatooes
He's my superman
I try to call him up from time to time
We can talk about the weather
Is the weather fine?
And i say break, break
Break away those ties
Break, break.
I've got a lover
Up in outer space
He's been tumbling around
All over the place
I like to call him from time to time
We can talk about heaven...
Break, break
Break away those ties
Break, break...
When the whole world descends on me
I'll be waiting for you...
Got another lover in timbuktu
Got a name for him
He's my little guru.
When i don't call him he starts to cry
I have to tell him stories just to pacify.
Break, break...
When the whole world descends on me
I'll be waiting for you...
I was bitter when i met you
I was eloquent with rage
Like honey from a poisoned cup
I flowed from stage to stage.
(ooh... sugar baby... sing me a lullaby.)
Japanese baby...
song performed by by Eurythmics
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Parents are like shuttles on a loom. They join the threads of the past with threads of the future and leave their own bright patterns as they go.
quote by Fred Rogers
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Break Some Off
I am living without you
You think everything will be fine
I fight making it hard to lie
Realize nothing is left inside
I'm 'bout to break somebody off (going to loose my mind)
I'm 'bout to break somebody off (feel like it is dying)
I'm 'bout to break something off (now it will be mine)
I'm 'bout to break somebody off
My knife is going to hurt you
My face not going to wait this time
I play games just to spite you
I know you're going to believe this time
I'm 'bout to break somebody off (going to loose my mind)
I'm 'bout to break somebody off (feel like it is dying)
I'm 'bout to break something off (now it won't be mine)
I'm 'bout to break somebody off
song performed by by Korn
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Your Love Knots
Your love
knots
are tied
around
my heart.
Holding me
securely
under their
spell.
Threads of
gold and
silver
have spun
a lovely
web.
Attaching
themselves
to my heart
strings.
refusing to
let go.
leaving'my
heart tied
with your
love knots.
poem by Heather Burns
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Savannah Fare You Well
There is something in the wind tonight
Some kind of change of weather
Somewhere some devil's mixing fire and ice together
I got a feeling that the dark side of the moon is one the rise
Black as a crow's feather
I could stay another day or two
But what's the use of stalling
Deep in the winter even holdout leaves start fallin'
Lately every night above the declarations of our love
I hear the road callin'
It's such a fragile magic
A puff of wind can break the spell
And all the golden threads are frail as spider webs
Savannah fare you well
In a vision I had yesterday
It rained so hard that I drowned
While I waited for a hurricane to die down
The raging water rolling over me was wild as a heart
That love cannot tie down
It's such a fragile magic
A puff of wind can break the spell
And all the golden threads are frail as spider webs
Savannah fare you well
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Good Man
Album : Silencer (2001)
You never had much style about you
We never knew the reason that you
You sat around almost every hour
And quickly lost your bargaining power
You can't be me
I'm convinced you're twice the man we are
And you cannot clear your mind
Cos in our eyes we're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're blind
And its such a waste of time
The threads you wore were something tragic
The words you spoke were so emphatic
The records that you make are tasteless
And eloquence with you is wasted
So whats your method, whats your scheme?
The whole scene knows what you already mean
And you cannot clear my mind
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're blind
And its such a waste of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're such a waste of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're such a waste of time
song performed by by Zed
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