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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Moral Cowardice.
.
Should I regret or just forget.
The things I’ve done or left undone
Accumulative unpaid debt.
Part of the web the fates have spun.
The three weird sisters spin the thread
and weave into tapestry
Each thread is chosen carefully.
Though blind the sisters see ahead.
The future fate of everyone.
No one escapes what they decree.
What is to will come to be
All that you did or left undone.
So I pretend it’s predestined
and just dismiss it from my mind.
Saturday,10 April 2010
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Kismet 2009
A man cannot escape his fate.
He must fulfil his destiny.
A peasant or a potentate
what is decreed will come to be.
His future is decided by
the three weird sisters who still weave.
Their multi coloured tapestry.
It matter not what you believe.
Each thread that represents a man.
Their nimble fingers intertwine.
They do not work to any plan
Completely random in design.
For they are blind and cannot see
the chaos they have caused to be.
They too are ruled by destiny.
they cannot change: No more can we.
15/06/2009
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Lingering Legends
The course of human history.
A complicated tapestry.
Composed of interwoven strands.
The work of three blind sisters hands.
Each strand recording some event.
Almost as if by accident.
I have no doubt that they will be.
Still recorded accurately.
The strands are closely intertwined.
Which makes it difficult to find.
A single strand you can purse.
You hope in time will lead you to.
Some one you can identify
Which other sources verify.
Some one well know to history
No longer wrapped in mystery/
But now exposed to public view.
So we can prove their legend true.
It seems to me won't succeed.
Until the day we learn to read.
The never ending tapestry.
.The sisters weave industriously.
Which they have done since time began.
With total disregard for man.
We try and try without success.
Our efforts doomed to be fruitless.
The three blind sister can ensure.
Their secrets will remain secure.
Perhaps that's how its meant to
We have to face reality.
If we had been supposed to know
We'd have succeeded long ago
The sisters weave their tapestry.
Recording human history
But they make sure we can't unwind.
The strands deliberately entwined.
Monday,18 June 2012
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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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.
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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.
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Tapestry Of Emotion
The path that all life treads,
are a tapestry’s linen threads,
and the eye of the needle,
are the hearts of all the people,
woven in and out of each other,
so we are all sisters and brothers,
in the weave of life’s pattern,
from the moment of the rising sun,
to the time of the twinkling stars,
we’re imprisoned in life’s aging bars.
If you could what thread would you use?
Yes, what path would you choose?
One of passion, heat and glory,
or one of pristine and noble sobriety,
so stop, look and listen,
to life’s pneumatic system,
confusing you with its instructions,
whilst you seek its seduction,
for life is all about emotion,
entangled in the world’s commotion,
for life, love, fear, want and need,
all keep driving us to succeed.
poem by Dale Mullock
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Weave In, Weave In, My Hardy Life
WEAVE in! weave in, my hardy life!
Weave yet a soldier strong and full, for great campaigns to come;
Weave in red blood! weave sinews in, like ropes! the senses, sight
weave in!
Weave lasting sure! weave day and night the weft, the warp, incessant
weave! tire not!
(We know not what the use, O life! nor know the aim, the end--nor
really aught we know;
But know the work, the need goes on, and shall go on--the death-
envelop'd march of peace as well as war goes on;)
For great campaigns of peace the same, the wiry threads to weave;
We know not why or what, yet weave, forever weave.
poem by Walt Whitman
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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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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
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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.
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Domino effect fot J.T, Early
I sometimes wonder what I’d do
should it become possible to.
Just click my mouse and so erase
all memory of former days.
Give me the chance to start anew
A pristine sheet on which to write
A chance to stand back and review.
what I got wrong what I got right.
I think perhaps it’s just as well
this is a choice we cannot make.
For insofar as I can tell
I think it would be a mistake.
To try to rewrite history.
How could we know what to select
to keep or discard totally.
I fear a domino effect.
I think I would leave well alone
I would not change a single thing.
Too many factors are unknown
to change one might change everything..
26-Oct-08
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Domino Effect
I sometimes wonder what I’d do
should it become possible to.
Just click my mouse and so erase
all memory of former days.
Give me the chance to start anew
A pristine sheet on which to write
A chance to stand back and review.
what I got wrong what I got right.
I think perhaps it’s just as well
this is a choice we cannot make.
For insofar as I can tell
I think it would be a mistake.
To try to rewrite history.
How could we know what to select
to keep or discard totally.
I fear a domino effect.
I think I would leave well alone
I would not change a single thing.
Too many factors are unknown
to change one might change everything..
26-Oct-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Maybe!
Maybe.
Perhaps our dreams are prophecies,
in which we see what is to be.
Though we don’t take them seriously
and disregard them completely.
It may be sad but it is true
There are a few a very few.
Who do believe and they achieve.
A great deal more than most can do.
Because they’re willing to pursue
their dream until they make it true.
This simple truth I share with you.
If you are willing to accept
the plans your sleeping mind projects
If you believe you can achieve.
Whatever goal you’re aiming for.
Things that you have not done before.
Dreamers can accomplish more
Because they’re willing to explore
the different possibilities.
Within their capabilities
They can achieve all they conceive.
I don’t expect you to agree
that every dream’s a prophecy.
But to consider carefully.
It’s possible that they might be.
You have free choice it’s up to you
to believe what you want to.
I’ve no intention to deceive.
I only want to share with you.
What I believe to be quite true.
You can do all you want to do.
That you can be successful too.
And make your dreams reality
instead of being fantasy.
All you need is to believe.
Tuesday,10 August 2010
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Weave Your Spell
Last night when you spoke to me
Emotion in your voice
You said that you gave to me
A very simple choice
I could leave you ...
And go wandering on my own
Or believe in you ...
Never leave you all alone
Weave your spell for one more day
You enchanted me to stay
When you met me I was wild
"The Spider and the Fly"
Your affections made me smile
I didn't have to try
But then you tamed me...
never blamed me for my pride
And you aimed to ...
Find the real me deep inside
Weave your spell for one more day
You enchanted me to stay
Now I'm feeling like a change
You say that I don't care
But when I look across the way
It's always greener there
If I leave you ...
I may never have the choice
To come back to ...
All the loving that you gave unceasingly
Weave your spell for one more day
You enchanted me to stay
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Wave Your Spell
Last night when you spoke to me
Emotion in your voice
You said that you gave to me
A very simple choice
I could leave you ...
And go wandering on my own
Or believe in you ...
Never leave you all alone
Weave your spell for one more day
You enchanted me to stay
When you met me I was wild
The spider and the fly
Your affections made me smile
I didnt have to try
But then you tamed me...
Never blamed me for my pride
And you aimed to ...
Find the real me deep inside
Weave your spell for one more day
You enchanted me to stay
Now Im feeling like a change
You say that I dont care
But when I look across the way
Its always greener there
If I leave you ...
I may never have the choice
To come back to ...
All the loving that you gave unceasingly
Weave your spell for one more day
You enchanted me to stay
song performed by by Level 42
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Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so that each small piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry.
quote by Richard P. Feynman
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No Fear
What things would you do if you weren't afraid?
How differently would you live your life,
Supposing your ambitions weren't delayed
By your worries and consequential strife?
Think about whatever you could achieve
In discovering the moments around
You; allowing them to fasten and weave
Into a tapestry of time well-found.
Think of the experiences you could
Have, if only you would make them exist.
Imagine the concepts to be understood—
The concepts you would have otherwise missed.
Consider, for once, every regret
You would never even need to forget.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Spirit of Oklahoma
Whatever be your true Faith,
As believers or doubters,
It matters not;
Your Children now live in peace,
free of this bitter world,
Perhaps, a comforting thought.
And when mother nature
And father time weave
Their intricate way,
You too, shall find this place,
Where tranquil beauty rules
The place, your Children now play.
So drink the cup of life;
Live, enjoy and prosper,
To conquer this terrible fate,
In the knowledge that
When you come home, your Children
Will greet you at The Gate.
poem by Stuart David Smith BSc.
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Sisters Of Mercy
Your faith is not faithful
Your grace has no grace
Your mercy shows no mercy
Is there no way out of this place?
There's a baby crying softly
In a dark and dangerous place
She's imprisones by no language
Fear grips her tiny face
In God's house she's held a hostage
By a cruel and heartless mob
There's some rules they think God's written
And it justifies their job
Sisters of mercy[sisters of mercy]
Daughters of hell[daughters of hell]
They always weave their web of lies
And wrap you in their wicked spell
Sisters of mercy[sisters of mercy]
Masters of pain[masters of pain]
They try to crucify your innocence
And do it in God's name
There's a baby sobbing softly
In a crib that's now a cage
She's done nothing to deserve this
But it sanctifies their rage
They use God like he's a weapon
Only for a chosen few
Then hide behind pious faces
Like the guilty always do
Sisters of mercy[sisters of mercy]
Mothers of shame[mothers of shame]
A baby only gets to heaven
If she's baptised in his name
Sisters of mercy[sisters of mercy]
Daughters of war[Daughters of war]
This chicks administer your penance
While the Devil guards their door
Your faith is not faithful
Your grace has no grace
Your mercy shows no mercy
Is there no way out of this place?
There's a baby who's a warrior
Sometimes tears run down her face
As she wonders should she fight
Or simply vanish from this race
If she's only learned one lesson
It's pride comes before a fall
The karma train waits for no man
But God waits for us all
Sisters of mercy[sisters of mercy]
Twi
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A Weaver Of Magic (quatrain)
As I looked through with pure delight
LauraLee in the pale moonlight.
With silver and gold she did weave
A flawless tapestry of make-believe.
poem by Heather Burns
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