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Eve- Song

I span and Eve span
A thread to bind the heart of man;
But the heart of man was a wandering thing
That came and went with little to bring:
Nothing he minded what we made,
As here he loitered, and there he stayed.
I span and Eve span
A thread to bind the heart of man;
But the more we span the more we found
It wasn't his heart but ours we bound.
For children gathered about our knees:
The thread was a chain that stole our ease.
And one of us learned in our children's eyes
That more than man was love and prize.
But deep in the heart of one of us lay
A root of loss and hidden dismay.

He said he was strong. He had no strength
But that which comes of breadth and length.
He said he was fond. But his fondness proved
The flame of an hour when he was moved.
He said he was true. His truth was but
A door that winds could open and shut.

And yet, and yet, as he came back,
Wandering in from the outward track,
We held our arms, and gave him our breast,
As a pillowing place for his head to rest.
I span and Eve span,
A thread to bind the heart of man!

poem by Dame Mary Gilmore
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The Spinner

As I calmly sat and span,

Toiling with all zeal,
Lo! a young and handsome man

Pass'd my spinning-wheel.

And he praised,--what harm was there?--

Sweet the things he said--
Praised my flax-resembling hair,

And the even thread.

He with this was not content,

But must needs do more;
And in twain the thread was rent,

Though 'twas safe before.

And the flax's stonelike weight

Needed to be told;
But no longer was its state

Valued as of old.

When I took it to the weaver,

Something felt I start,
And more quickly, as with fever,

Throbb'd my trembling heart.

Then I bear the thread at length

Through the heat, to bleach;
But, alas, I scarce have strength

To the pool to reach.

What I in my little room

Span so fine and slight,--
As was likely. I presume--

Came at last to light.

poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Only love matters

In the longest span of life
Or in the shortest one
If anything matters
It is love
For love makes the shortest span
The longest one
And the longest span
The eternal one.

poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Cinquain: Worry

Worry
Shortens life-span,
And cuts the thread of life
Prematurely, abruptly,
On earth.

In life,
Stop worrying then,
Ere it seizes your heart,
And wrecks your mind and soul
In stealth.

(13-07-11)

poem by John Celes
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Charvaka [a philosopher]

One’s life span is not by number of heart-beats
but by happy moments of the heart’s throbs.
‘Eat, drink and be merry.’ Charvaka has said
As early as Vedic philosophy.
25.11.99

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life, by him who interests his heart in everything.

quote by Laurence Sterne
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hide and seek

Out of reach stays the moon.
Is it why it is ever a beauty?
If so, you too, staying
beyond my reach.

Hard to span, sprawl out hills.
Is it why they enthrall?
If so, you too, being obscure
For me to span.

Within the nest lives the bird.
Is it why it is enchanting?
If so, you too, well guarded
For me to gain access..

Away flowers the Jasmine.
Is it why it is scenting?
If so, you too, blooming
Away from my yard.

Far to fathom is what heaven is.
Is it why it is puzzling?
If so, you too, dumb and mum,
Giving me no clues.

Whatsoever it might be,
I cannot anyhow miss you.
You cannot dismiss me.
Let us play ‘hide and seek’.
29.09.99

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To A Much Too Unfortunate Lady

He will love you presently
If you be the way you be.
Send your heart a-skittering.
He will stoop, and lift the thing.
Be your dreams as thread, to tease
Into patterns he shall please.
Let him see your passion is
Ever tenderer than his....
Go and bless your star above,
Thus are you, and thus is Love.

He will leave you white with woe,
If you go the way you go.
If your dreams were thread to weave
He will pluck them from his sleeve.
If your heart had come to rest,
He will flick it from his breast.
Tender though the love he bore,
You had loved a little more....
Lady, go and curse your star,
Thus Love is, and thus you are.

poem by Dorothy Parker
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Three Weeks

Week one may span eternity as Time
Effect and Cause entwine in timeless thread,
Ending endings, - sequencing sublime
Karmic conscience wakes from fountainhead.
One week begins a journey which, through rhyme,
Now overflows from fiction, looks ahead,
Extends to fact - intact can mountains climb.

Words worlds link, inklings ink and paper wed,
Expelling inconsistencies as verse,
Empowers threads whick knit what’s said, what’s read,
Knows no inhibitions, must reverse
The litanies of habit most rehearse
While heart to heart, once far apart, are lead
Over storms to calm as cares disperse.

Week three we welcome now with open arms
Each greeting each will meet sweet dreams sans dread,
Efforts rewarded soon shall be instead.
Kaleidoscopic and eternal charms
Triumph over former fears or qualms
Harmony and happiness ahead
Restore flawed confidence some chip embed,
Extend warm welcome where love on love fed, -
Ever blossoms equal, begs no alms...

poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Crown Of Life

THE days, the doubts, the dreams of pain
Are over, not to come again,
And from the menace of the night
Has dawned the day-star of delight:
My baby lies against me pressed--
Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed!

His little head upon my arm,
His little body soft and warm,
His little feet that cannot stand
Held in the heart of this, my hand.
His little mouth close on my breast--
Thus, Mary's Son, are mothers blessed.

All dreams of deeds, all deeds of day
Are very faint and far away,
Yet you some day will stand upright
And fight God's foes, in manhood's might,
You--tiny, worshipped, clasped, caressed--
Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed.

Whatever grief may come to be
This hour divine goes on for me.
All glorious is my little span,
Since I, like God, have made a man,
A little image of God's best--
Thus, Mary's Son, are mothers blessed.

Come change, come loss, come worlds of tears,
Come endless chain of empty years;
They cannot take away the hour
That gives me You--my bird, my flower!
Thank God for this! Leave God the rest!--
Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed.

poem by Edith Nesbit
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Thread sofetly

thread softly my love.
thread softly my sweet
for you have made my life complete.

in you i can see all the love that is meant to be.
you have captured my heart and soul.
you have captured everything that i hold.

in you i finally see-that our love is meant to be.
so thread softly my sweet
for my heart is beneath your feet.

poem by Louis Rams
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Without Memories, The Heart Is Nothing

At the heart of my memories, there you are,
Shining like the centre of a star,
Like a diamond set on fire,
A soul I can admire,
I'm dazzled by your beauty, near or far.

No angel looks like you upon this Earth...
I'll love you from now on for all I'm worth,
No other love to own,
Just ours and ours alone,
As if we're now as one, assigned new birth.

Transcending wisdom, power, time and space,
Love can span the measure of your face,
Love can prove supreme,
In life and in a dream,
Yes, life can change the moment love takes place.

I'll treasure you each second left to live,
Togetherness and kindness both to give,
While there's God's air to breathe,
I promise not to leave...
For you're that heart my heart longs to be with...

poem by Denis Martindale
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Sing This Heart Back To Me

This heart that slept the beauty sleep
And dreamt of daylight drums of joy
This heart that dived abyss too deep

Sing this heart bring this heart
Bring this heart back to me

For there will be no more no heart
No no more heart
No no more heart to beat in me

This heart that leaped this heart that burned
In ashes smashed and crushed and rocked
This heart your heart it never learned

Sing this heart sink not this heart
Think not this heart belongs just to me

For there will be no more no heart
No no more heart
No no more heart to sing in me

This heart that shared your heart that dared
To see too much of the heart in me

Sing this heart bring this heart
Bring this heart back to me

For there will be no more no heart
No no more heart
No no more heart to dream in me

This heart your heart my heart toy heart
Sink not this heart choke not this heart

Sing this heart bring this heart
Bring this heart back to me

That I can cling to this heart
Sing to this heart
Bring my heart back to me

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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I Envy The Migratory Birds

I envy the migratory birds their freedom from Country to Country they fly
Their wings take them to distant places they travel thousands of miles by sky
Their life span is a brief span but they travel far and wide
Above the timeless oceans and miles of countryside
They live an average of thirty Seasons in time not a lengthy span
But they see more of the World than the most trvelled woman or man
I envy them their freedom they fly thousands of miles every year
From the coldness of the Artic to the warm Southern Hemisphere
They are the feathered wanderers they fly from pole to pole
The travel bug is in them till age of them takes toll
In the cool chill of the morning above the southern shore
They fly northwards towards their Artic breeding grounds twelve thousand miles or more
From the warm Southern Hemisphere they are born to migrate
They fly over many time zones and time for them doesn't wait.

poem by Francis Duggan
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A Builder's Lesson

'HOW shall I a habit break?'
As you did that habit make.
As you gathered, you must lose;
As you yielded, now refuse.
Thread by thread the strands we twist
Till they bind us neck and wrist;
Thread by thread the patient hand
Must untwine ere free we stand.
As we builded, stone by stone,
We must toil unhelped, alone,
Till the wall is overthrown.

But remember, as we try,
Lighter every test goes by;
Wading in, the stream grows deep
Toward the center's downward sweep;
Backward turn, each step ashore
Shallower is than that before.

Ah, the precious years we waste
Leveling what we raised in haste;
Doing what must be undone
Ere content or love be won!
First across the gulf we cast
Kite-borne threads, till lines are passed,
And habit builds the bridge at last!

poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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Wandering Heart

I went around the universe,
To find my true love.
I look, see and seek everywhere
But no one did I find.

Then you came along,
And the stars lit up the night sky.
You stole my heart;
You stole my life.

So why am I here,
Sitting all alone,
Where did you go?
What went wrong?

Wondering why I live?
Looking for meaning
Of my heart wondering
Of my heart wandering.

Because of you,
You meant for me;
I meant for you.
Your Heart be with me.

I’m contemplating;
I’m pondering;
My heart wandering;
Can you be with me?

Wandering spirit,
Solitude soul,
Contemplating mind,
My Wandering heart

poem by Lawrence Hiung
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The Way To Mend A Broken Heart

first get a knife
slice a part of her breast
enough to take
away the bleeding
heart from
her

second get a needle
put the thread

third with the skill
of a dressmaker
mend the broken heart
a little sewing
there and a suture
over there

fourth return
the heart back
to its place

and then you may
leave.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Heart Beats Splay Measured

in the span
of fingers outstretched

intensity of heart beats
is splay measured

memories in soul union
to haunt outlast
separation years endured

poem by Terence George Craddock
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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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You’ll Live Long!

If ’tis God’s wish, you will live long,
With kith and kin, hearty and hale,
And God won’t illness to prolong,
But end your life’s tornadoes, gale!

With love and care that surround you,
You will recover indeed soon;
May be, God wants you to much do;
Your illness will turn earthly boon!

Keep your courage, power of will;
One’s span of life is in God’s Hands;
Keep your spirits cheerful until,
The grace of God upon you lands.

The strength of prayers can work much;
Man’s body cannot live on own;
God’s blessings have miraculous touch;
You are never on earth alone.

So, cheer up man in ways you can;
None can predict his earthly span;
God’s love for every creature made,
Will stay forever and not fade.

Have trust in Almighty God then;
All things will brighten up with time;
Decreed are all things by heaven,
In ways of God and in His clime.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-12-2010

poem by John Celes
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No Statutes Of Limitation

There are no statutes of limitations
when it comes to love,
no borders it cannot cross,
and no distances it cannot span.
Love when it takes you,
it grasps you forever
and times hold no barriers
once it has bitten you.
Its only enemy is jealousy
from another lovelorn heart.

5 August 2009

poem by David Harris
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