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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
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
http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Desire
Last night I took a turn I never should
I knew nothing good could come of this
Morning's come now and the smoke has cleared
How did I get here from a single kiss
I can't undo what's been done
When the web's already spun
I got caught up in desire
No matter what I say
I can't make it go away
The trouble's just begun
Can't undo what's been done
When I get home there will be hell to pay
I wish there was a way to ease the pain
In a heartbeat I could lose it all
Then my tears would fall, fall like pouring rain
I can't undo what's been done
When the web's already spun
I got caught up in desire
No matter what I say
I can't make it go away
The trouble's just begun
Can't undo what's been done
I can't undo what's been done
When the web's already spun
I got caught up in desire
No matter what I say
I can't make it go away
The trouble's just begun
Can't undo what's been done
No I can't undo what's been done
song performed by by Dixie Chicks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Tiny Angel
.Tiny Angel,
Fragile and weak,
Spun from silken chalk.
Tiny Angel,
Fierce and strong,
Spun from silken chalk.
My fallen Tiny Angel
Fragile and weak,
Gave me strength and hope.
Spun from silken chalk.
My fallen Tiny Angel,
Strong and brave,
Spun from silken chalk.
My sleeping Tiny Angel,
Spun from silken chalk,
No longer fragile and weak,
Flies.......
poem by Christina Jayne
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Web
Two old spinsters
Sitting in the barn,
One used candlewick
The other used yarn,
One wore a bonnet
With a white lace trim,
The other bobbed her hair
With a dragonfly pin.
They spun and they spun
‘Til the bobbins were full,
They'd squeeze out the knots
Put a twist in the wool,
They spun through the day
And on through the night
And glared at each other
If it didn't look right.
While up in the beams
Of the barn overhead
Two spinsters were spinning out
A gossamer thread,
They stared on down
With their little black eyes
And they spun round the bonnet
And the red dragonfly.
The webs floated down
Were glued to each face
With the spinsters spinning
At a frantic pace.
The wheels stopped spinning
With a sudden click-clack
As the spinsters stared
At those eyes, so black.
As the next day dawned
They came to the barn,
The men and the children
Of that little old farm,
The spinsters were spun
In a giant cobweb,
As they sat, eyes staring -
They were stone cold dead!
13 October 2012
poem by David Lewis Paget
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Wrighty Bites It Over Blighty.
Day had just begun, tea and sticky bun.
Glum news brung, from mum.
‘Wrighty''Dog Fight', didn't return from.
The Hun had again'stung', oh'that Hun,
He's not dumb, a web he'd spun.
That cunning Hun, unfair he'd become.
Using the sun, blind our chaps then stun.
Firing upon our sons with his Saxon cannon.
'Reminisce'in the'mess'thoughts come,
Us and them, our 'Spit' bloody awesome,
Their 'Messerschmitt'in comparison, rather cumbersome.
It's no fun, makes one sick in the tum,
When one is one the run from the Hun.
Tell you son, coming from the Sun,
Yes trying to shun the scum Hun.
Before one gets undone,
Trying to shoot one in one's bum,
With his big gun.
Bang, one gets one in the rear, bung bung!
End has begun, coming undone.
Tail spun, engine, ‘strange hum',
‘Out to dry', up and strung.
Body numb, dry tongue,
Clenched gum, chest'tight as a drum'.
Dropping like a‘rock bun', and then sum.!
Yes, last song sung, last string strum.
Last cord strung, last note a bum.
That Bavarian bugger had won!
Heading for the'drink' head-on,
'Damn it, where's the Rum'!
Finally succumb, finally done.
Yes'Wrighty'old chum, they got you son.
For you the fight, will carry on.
For you son, I'll take the baton.
By golly, by jove, by gum.
Lip-More will fight for freedom,
Toast your life old boy with a dropp of Rum.
19/06/09
poem by Guy Lipmore
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Wonder Of Spring
Wonder of Spring.
By the roadside, tiny
vibrant, green as the ocean
bushes grow.
I think they are spun by
the sea breeze
and nourished by April’s sun.
Tomorrow morning
they will be gone and be
the air that I breathe.
poem by Oskar Hansen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
April, Dear April
April, dear April, I beg you come soon –
And bring your sweet primroses too.
Let them join in with the daffodils’ play,
As skies offer sunshine anew.
April, dear April, my blessed spring child,
Ornate in your yellow and white,
Teasing the birds into trilling their songs
And dancing to music of flight.
April, dear April, come enter my dreams
And rid me from cold winter chills.
Banish the rain and those blustery winds
And warm up our countryside hills.
April, dear April, I know you can’t stay -
You have to move on ‘till next year.
And though I shall cherish the glory of summer,
You’ll always be my month most dear.
From: Succumbed to Thinking by Mark Raymond Slaughter, lulu.com
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009
All rights reserved
April April April April
April April April April
April April April April
poem by Mark R Slaughter
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
April Apron Of Apricot Blooms
April aprons of
apricot blooms
spun by the sun
on his lightthreaded looms
Away petals swept
by wind's feather brooms
for giving tree's free
fruit to make room
poem by Saiom Shriver
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Commuting Can Be Fun
Commuting's fun
Once begun!
Morn, before sun, -
Milk, tea, bun.
Unto station run,
Train don’t shun.
If aught’s undone,
Needs be spun,
Greet everyone -
Count wages won.
As dreams day rerun,
Night falls dun.
Boss, commuting’s fun,
Endless FUN…
poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet On An Alpine Night
My hand, a little raised, might press a star-
Where I may look, the frosted peaks are spun,
So shaped before Olympus was begun,
Spanned each to each, now, by a silver bar.
Thus to face Beauty have I traveled far,
But now, as if around my heart were run
Hard, lacing fingers, so I stand undone.
Of all my tears, the bitterest these are.
Who humbly followed Beauty all her ways,
Begging the brambles that her robe had passed,
Crying her name in corridors of stone,
That day shall know his weariedest of days -
When Beauty, still and suppliant at last,
Does not suffice him, once they are alone.
poem by Dorothy Parker
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
It tossed—and tossed
723
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Mother’s Mirror
There stood a full length mirror
in the bedroom of my mother.
It could be turned left or right
to see one side, or the other.
Either as you are, or magnified,
whichever I cared to see,
but when I spun the mirror fast,
the image wasn’t of me.
Other people were looking at me,
and not just one or two, or three.
They had gathered there together
for some reason that puzzled me.
I noticed their mouths moving,
as if they had something to say,
so I spun the mirror fast again,
but this time in the opposite way.
I could now see and hear them,
as clear as they could be.
“Stop spinning the mirror, ” they shouted,
“you’re making us dizzy.”
poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sanary
Her little hot room looked over the bay
Through a stiff palisade of glinting palms,
And there she would lie in the heat of the day,
Her dark head resting upon her arms,
So quiet, so still, she did not seem
To think, to feel, or even to dream.
The shimmering, blinding web of sea
Hung from the sky, and the spider sun
With busy frightening cruelty
Crawled over the sky and spun and spun.
She could see it still when she shut her eyes,
And the little boats caught in the web like flies.
Down below at this idle hour
Nobody walked in the dust street;
A scent of a dying mimosa flower
Lay on the air, but sweet--too sweet.
poem by Katherine Mansfield
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Flowing Rivers Of Time
the wilderness
of love spun
opposites
easily flip sides
spun
into mystic
joining souls
sung
in a paradise
of swift unified
bound soul locked
indivisible emotions
burn separate
personalities
within galactic
suns
span
cosmos
unified intertwined
as solar winds
flowing rivers
of time spanning
light years
touch journeys as one
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sugar Spun Sister (Chorlton Manchester 12 December 1986)
Her hair
Soft drifted snow
Death white
I aint going to know
Why she hates
All that she does
And she gives
It all that she's got
Until the sky turns green
The grass is several shades of blue
Every member of parliament trips on glue
Until the sky turns green
And the grass is several shades of blue
Every member of parliament trips on glue
It takes all these things and all that time
Till my sugar spun sister's happy
With this love of mine
It'll take all these things and oh much more
I've paid
For fifteen or more
But my guts
Can't take any more
My hands are stuck to my cheeks
And she knows
What this must mean
She wakes up with the sun
I think what have I done
As she gives me more than she thought she should
She wakes up with the sun
She asks me what is all the fuss?
As I gave her more than I thought I would
It takes all these things and all that time
Till my sugar spun sister's happy
With this love of mine
It'll take all these things and oh much more
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
The candy floss girl
The sticky fingered boy
Oh that sister of mine
Yeah
song performed by by Stone Roses
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
(Song For My) Sugar Spun Sister
Her hair
Soft drifted snow
Death white
I aint going to know
Why she hates
All that she does
And she gives
It all that she's got
Until the sky turns green
The grass is several shades of blue
Every member of parliament trips on glue
Until the sky turns green
And the grass is several shades of blue
Every member of parliament trips on glue
It takes all these things and all that time
Till my sugar spun sister's happy
With this love of mine
It'll take all these things and oh much more
I've paid
For fifteen or more
But my guts
Can't take any more
My hands are stuck to my cheeks
And she knows
What this must mean
She wakes up with the sun
I think what have I done
As she gives me more than she thought she should
She wakes up with the sun
She asks me what is all the fuss?
As I gave her more than I thought I would
It takes all these things and all that time
Till my sugar spun sister's happy
With this love of mine
It'll take all these things and oh much more
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
The candy floss girl
The sticky fingered boy
Oh that sister of mine
Yeah
song performed by by The Stone Roses from The Stone Roses
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Click to Proceed
A web has been spun
around the world
wide as imagination
making possible what
before hand took years
Many other modes of
communication and
intercourse have fallen
almost by the way side
and flies come in droves
thirsting for much more
What spider lurks we
can only conceptualise
What dangers we
can scarce visualise
But what remains as
it was in antiquated
human conversation
is that in all this closeness
in each others' faces
we are trully still alone.
A web has been spun
around the world
wide, wild conflagration
forging herculeaic
the marriage of hearts
and souls and minds.
poem by Frederick Kesner
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Unique
Silk seconds string net spider-strong to weave
minute spun-sequence skeins which interlace
hours which in turn days turn to years that race
to knit an unknown fate. No need to grieve.
For from Life's cup joy stems which win reprieve
from Gods, grown jealous of the human race.
Cause and effect are manifest, - one face
coeval with charm eternal can receive
accolades none challenge, disbelieve.
Innate these qualities, where talent, grace,
integrate the skills that interface
potential never hitherto achieved.
All future generations must regret
They lived not now, - such gifts none shall forget!
Unique Spin initial version
Silk seconds string net spider-strong to weave
minute spun-sequence skeins which interlace
hours which in turn days turn to years times trace
to spin an unknown fate. No need to grieve.
For from Life's cup joy stems which win reprieve
from Gods, grown tired of pride's human face.
Cause and effect are manifest, - one race
coeval with eight spindle legs receive
accolades none challenge, disbelieve,
potential insects never could achieve.
(25 April 1990 revised 22 August 2006)
poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
(Song For My) Sugar Spun Sister
Her hair
Soft drifted snow
Death white
I'd like to know
Why she hates
All that she does
But she gives
It all that she's got
Until the sky turns green
The grass is several shades of blue
Every member of parliament trips on glue
Until the sky turns green
And the grass is several shades of blue
Every member of parliament trips on glue
t takes all these things and all that time
Till my sugar spun sister's happy
With this love of mine
It'll take all these things and oh much more
I've paid
For fifteen or more
But my guts
Can't take many more
My hands are stuck
To my jeans
And she knows she knows
What this must mean
She wakes up with the sun
She asked me what is all the fuss
As she gave me more than she thought she should
She wakes up with the sun
I think what have I done
As I gave her more than I thought I would, ohhh
At takes all these things and all that time
Till my sugar spun sister's happy
With this love of mine
Yeah yeah yeah
The candy floss girl
The sticky fingered boy
Oh that sister of mine
Yeah
song performed by by Stone Roses
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Sugar Spun Sister
Her hair
Soft drifted snow
Death white
I'd like to know
Why she hates
All that she does
But she gives
It all that she's got
Until the sky turns green
The grass is several shades of blue
Every member of parliament trips on glue
Until the sky turns green
And the grass is several shades of blue
Every member of parliament trips on glue
T takes all these things and all that time
Till my sugar spun sister's happy
With this love of mine
It'll take all these things and oh much more
I've paid
For fifteen or more
But my guts
Can't take many more
My hands are stuck
To my jeans
And she knows she knows
What this must mean
She wakes up with the sun
She asked me what is all the fuss
As she gave me more than she thought she should
She wakes up with the sun
I think what have i done
As i gave her more than i thought i would, ohhh
At takes all these things and all that time
Till my sugar spun sister's happy
With this love of mine
Yeah yeah yeah
The candy floss girl
The sticky fingered boy
Oh that sister of mine
Yeah
song performed by by Stone Roses
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!