Tapestry
This tapestry of life
I seem to have woven in years
Show colors that have blended
Through all the laughter
And all the tears.
Display the missing answers
Each part connected dots
A masterpiece of life well lived
In hues of memories
That I forgot.
Imperfect though it may be
This tapestry will hold
A portrait of all that is me
The choices, the lessons
A story told.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Oh That Tapestry
Oh that tapestry
How I have yearned
to weave it with
you.
A combination of
threads
gold and silver
strong and secure
closely knotted
in the end.
tears and laughter
woven together
creating us.
our lives inter-
woven
a coming together
began so long ago
oh that tapestry.
poem by Heather Burns
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Spinning Threads
Spin the threads of
life
creating a golden
tapestry.
Weave together love
and memories,
how it was yesterday.
Being woven together
on the loom of life.
Spin threads of gold
and silver,
to make a tapestry
of delight.
Spin the threads of
gold,
spin the events of
life.
poem by Heather Burns
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A Tapestry for Life
The weaving of many
threads together
creating a beautiful
tapestry.
A tapestry for life.
Two young lovers
carressing in the moon
light.
Planning for a future
weaving their tapestry
for life.
poem by Heather Burns
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A Woven Tapestry
As I lie in silent repose
and contemplate all of those
who've become a part of whom I've been,
It amazes me how they all fit in.
And never once did I stop to think
that all of them became a link
in the chain encircling me.
Did they know their effect on me
or who I would become?
Or were they busy with their lives
and to mine just numb?
For when you're growing much too fast
you think their memories might not last,
but they do.
They appeared sometimes from out of the blue
and into my life they came, then flew
on to their own pursuits of the time
but made their impression to which I'm
appreciative in so many ways
for crossing my path on the yesterdays
of my life.
Most encounters were friendly and fine
adding the links to my chain that shine.
Some were not the kind that I sought
and yet I know they were the ones that taught
most of the lessons I needed to learn.
And so in my chain they did earn
the right to be in my life.
As I age I continue to add to my chain
and that is a privelege I hope will remain.
I believe the tapestry of my life's been woven
by all those that were certainly chosen
somehow, somewhere to be there for a while
as I moved about and walked each mile.
Now, I wonder if I was in theirs?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Tapestry Of LIfe
I see life
Like a Tapestry
Were you weave
In and out of life
As the journey unfolds
Each thread
Inter woven in your dreams
Have vibrant colours
That burst into being
That burst into life
Then often as in life
You have the black
Grey and white
The hidden nightmares
The hidden dreams
The shadows of life
The beauty of it all
Is how each thread
Intertwines its way through life
Each colour vibrant
With each thread you sew
Even the shadows
Bring out the colours
On a tapestry of Gold
poem by Kaila George
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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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I Rebel
The Norns who weave the tapestry
which rules the fate of mortal men.
Can make mistakes apparently
and some time have to think again.
Though each one blames the other two
and none will admit to their mistake
They have to weave the threads anew.
A lengthy process which can take
almost the life span of a man.
But even Norns are governed by.
The need to heed the master plan,
they have no choice the rules apply
A single thread that’s out of place
can alter mankind’s history.
So they comply with little grace.
What is to be must come to be.
Has man no choice but play the part?
They’ve woven in their tapestry
His path through life right from the start
is fore ordained: no man is free.
The three weird sisters can foresee
future events and bind them fast,
As pictures in their tapestry.
No mortal man can overcast.
The lasting spell the sisters weave.
Although he thinks his will is free.
It matters not what we believe
and therein lies the mystery.
If we believe that this is true.
We are but puppets on a string
and there is little we can do.
To change the slightest little thing.
But I rebel I don’t believe
and make my way as best I can
Accomplish what I can achieve
I am no puppet I’m a man.
22-Sep-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The mind is like a richly woven tapestry in which the colors are distilled from the experiences of the senses, and the design drawn from the convolutions of the intellect.
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Colors Of Life
See the colors of life
The colors of dreams
The colors of life
Wherever you go
Wherever you may go
Trust in hope, trust in your real friends
Planet colors alive, you hold it in your hands
Realize you have to open your eyes
And Ive learned everything has always two sides
You're not alone
The world is one family
You're not alone
Find your way to be free
You're not alone
Love is the hope to survive
You're not alone
See the colors of life
See the colors of life
See the colors of life
See the colors of dreams
They are wild and free
See the colors around
See the colors around
The colors you have found
See the colors of life
See the colors of life
The colors of dreams
The colors of life
The colors of life
The colors of dreams
The colors of life
There's a land, there's a place in your heart
Tolerance is the key to make a better start
I've been waiting for my lessons of life
And I've learned everything has always two sides
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Experiences Spun Life Defining
no reply no reply I wonder why
decades passing slip slip slipping
time decisions have their way of taking
life demands multiple acts each days making
time decisions choices rivers flow in passing
flow takes away familiar scenes ghosts missing
remember youth friendship faces fate time altering
weave weave weave lives journeys past went spinning
tapestry woven cotton woolen patterns colours flowing
now time binds final cumulative stitches threads integrating
sum total scores of years divides roads fix flying flying flying
numerous countless various loads experiences spun life defining
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Seasons of Life
A weaver sits
among the beautiful
threads weaving a glorious
tapestry. Brilliant colors reflect
the seasons of life.
Spring offers
many hues of green,
ever so soothing. When
hearts are young, happy and carefree.
having promises for tomorrow.
Still young enough to
believe dreams will come true.
Oh those days
of summer with wonderful
red, thinking we have found
our hearts delight. Enjoying the heat
of the season, passion abounding.
Then Autumn turns
leaves to many shades of
gold, and cascade to the ground.
Leaving painted pictures lying around.
Looking at life differently.
Knowledge obtainable at last.
Finally the majestic
days of winter silver threads
carefully enter woven. In retrospect
with greens, reds, and gold have created
the wonderful seasons of life.
poem by Heather Burns
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God’s Tapestry
Trials and tribulation in this life, is mentioned to us by Jesus Christ,
Bringing to us pain in many ways, as we live out these earthly days.
Reasons for many we don’t know; purpose in Glory God will show,
How our trials were used by God, upon the temporal paths we trod.
For all of our lives is a tapestry, weaved in Glory where all will see,
But from this darkened underside, from all of our eyes it does hide.
We just see the darker threads, weaving throughout our life instead.
And through all the pain and sorrow, we look to a brighter tomorrow.
Through the sometimes dark fray, God’s Mercies are new each day,
And we have assurance in The Lord; by who our trial is not ignored.
For Christ suffered, like you and I, but to the point where He did die.
Christ died for us, there’s no denial, and God can help us in our trial.
Though Christ died for you and me, He reigns in Heaven for Eternity.
This world’s not at all like the one, being prepared for us by The Son.
When Christ’s Glory is revealed, all believers will be perfectly healed,
Totally free of our besetting sin, with a perfect heart when we enter in.
Every eye, now above will see, The Lord’s Glorious Eternal Tapestry,
Looking down the corridor of time, we’ll now see life with God’s mind.
We’ll see how our lives were weaved, with others who also believed,
When we see all Christ has done, through the Tapestry of God’s Son.
Mama
Behind every life a Weaver ultimately
stands shrouding His plan for every man.
Dark threads are needful in the Master's
skillful hands for He knows the pattern He has planned.
What tapestry in mama's heart He wove, the
sacrifice self was decomposed. Love was
her goal, to train me up in ways I went with
Mama the time was well spent. His tapestry thread
of gold.
I've learned life's lessons when I've
grieved with lashes wet that God's plans
are right. Each life closes into
night and death has fused out temporal
light that this time is perfectly right.
The Weaver is interweaving the silver in the horizon of night.
The loom of which she's wove can never be diffused by
temporal light, for in thee does she repose. A crown of Glory she holds, she's the lily pure and white that He chose.
poem by Vanita Allgood
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Learn Life's Lessons
Some are afraid to hear a 'No'...
And,
Choose to walk away...
With their fears on display.
Backs turned away...
And tears from their eyes exposed.
But if one fears to hear a 'No'...
And 'Go',
What's the use of learning lessons?
A yes will come to those who learn their lessons.
And a 'no' one can let go...
When a life lived is in session.
A yes will come to those who learn their lessons.
And a 'no' one can let go,
When life's in session.
Some are afraid to hear a 'No'...
And,
Choose to walk away...
With their fears on display.
Backs turned away...
And tears from their eyes exposed.
But if one fears to hear a 'No'...
And 'Go',
What's the use of learning lessons?
A yes will come to those who learn their lessons.
And a 'no' one can let go...
When a life lived is in session.
A yes will come to those who learn their lessons.
And a 'no' one can let go,
When life's in session.
Don't be afraid,
Be brave...
Learn a lesson.
Don't be afraid,
Be brave...
And learn life's lessons.
A yes will come to those who learn their lessons.
And a 'no' one can let go,
When life's in session.
Don't be afraid,
Be brave...
Learn a lesson.
Don't be afraid,
Be brave...
And learn life's lessons.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seeing You Dying, Hurts
Ever wonder, just a ponder
what life would be like
if we were told we had little to live
tears and fears, mind blowing
what to do, no time to go
the anger, the pain, the stress
how long to go, no one knows
could be fast, maybe slow and last
forever we want to live
we pray for long life and healthiness
why do we get picked, not our choice
people been there some survive.others don't
thinking where life should go
quit the job, see the world
sit and moan, don't frown
get on your feet live it well
happiness extents life
be free and enjoy those days
number as they are
limited as you go, be with the ones who care
for they will suffer the most
living without you
give them memories to share
do not spare, they do care
pictures and stories last forever
good and bad, tears and laughter will fall
missing you will be so hard
been together for all your life
the world will be so lost
without you there
have to find away to go on
it's not the same, things will change
lives will go on
never let go, you been told
it's so hard to let you go
time so cruel, it's running out
please forgive me if I cry
your a big part of our lives
stay around and have some fun
life is grand and so are you
give it all, don't let time end
love makes time, time makes life
I will smile till the end
cry to myself, show no pain
the hurt so hidden
makes me think
why not me, why you
poem by Michael Peterson
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Ladybug Smile
Ladybug smiles, burgundy on my wall
Sauntering tapestry; gently and noble
On six tiny legs gallop a plump little parasol
Towards a beige canvas of tiled mould heavens
Ladybug raindrop, of glossy enamel
Decant out a jungle on vertigo deserts
A sunspot of scarlet hangs onto your navel
Quixotic nascent my serpentine empress
Ladybug softly, removes my last tempest
A portrait of Mary beams in your concave
Six dots colored black, make up the best harvest
With you up above there's is no need to now parlay
Ladybug quilts me, a guardian angel
Quietly painting my face with her sunshine
You soothe hookah visions you wanderlust royal
Regaining the axletree my antenna Duchess
Ladybug merry, my eyes to your parade
Exciting and vibrant I'm flowing to rise
In your elegant scarlet's a corset display
Where I am going to join you in the life we can fly
poem by Kevin Patrick
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Waving A Poetry!
Composing a poetry
quite a complex tapestry
its a product of ingenuity
that derive from within me
Don't know to begin
a poem that explain
innate sentiments
of sensitive hues
Just like a waver
who creates with art
through skillfull work
guided by the heart
The beauty in poetry
is not seen by the eyes
but felt by the emotions
that contained in human
Waving is like writing
where a piece of poetry
is instinctively woven right
that interpolates human life
Indeed, waving a poetry
is a masterfull endeavor
that is quite not perfect
but expresses freedom
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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The Writer...
IT is not the books
not the words neither is there an
expert way of fishing for
metaphors,
IT is the life lived (and for some
cut so shortly like an unfinished tapestry of
fallen leaves on top of the
flowing skin of the silvery river)
IT is the life that is lived to the fullest extent
no shortcuts, no surrender of the last glimmer of hope,
Till the last day, IT IS our lives that write us
and it that unplanned and
unexpected death
that says the
last words at the last page
of this unpublished
book.
IT IS LIFE
the writer.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Write About
Fairy tales
golden rings
silver threads
magic things
life and such
all the hush
smiles and tears
o'er the years
spinning dreams
weaving threads
gold and silver
in my head
life's tapestry
sweet and true
threading a
needle with you
poem by Heather Burns
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Universal Garden
Looking up into the endless sky
Staring into the maze of time
Our existance caught in the blink of an eye
Imagining other words we try
Realizing somehow were all part of this
Wondrous cosmical tapestry
Beyond the sun
Beyond the sky
Are where the real questions lie
Wanting to know where it begins
The puzzle piece we are missing
Starlight
Flowering
Endlessly through the universal garden
Garden above
Looking up into the endless sky
Through space and time
Staring into the maze of time
Well fly
Our existence caught in the blink of an eye
Retracing years
Imagining other worlds we try
No fears
Realizing somehow were all part of this
Blazing a new trail
Wondrous cosmical tapestry
Beyond the sun
Beyond the sky
Are where the real questions lie
Wanting to know where it begins
The puzzle piece we are missing
Starlight
Flowering
Endlessly through the universal garden
Garden above
Investigate the science of illusion
We benefit without knowing
Our time is man-made
Our fear is man-made
Delusion man-made
Religion man-made
Love is forever
Flowering
Endlessly through the universal garden
Garden above
Beyond the sun
Beyond the sky
Are where the real questions lie
Wanting to know where it begins
The puzzle piece we are missing
Beyond the sun
Beyond the sky
Are where the real questions lie
Universal garden
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