Gossamer Son
Take the path
Question none,
Gossasmer Son.
Float along
enjoy the sun,
Gossamer Son.
Feel frivolous, faint and free
See the songs, sail the sea
be the big, beware the bee.
A Gossamer's you
and you is he.
So live this Life as God's given tree.
Eat it's fruit
try this gift
you are the one
Gossamer Son.
poem by S.W. Clark
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Point of No Return
Like a blinded fool
I followed the silver gossamer
through twists and turns
and ups and downs
never letting it out of sight
the little thread that binded me
dazed and delighted me
i kept it close and held it tight
living in the dreams it fed
listening to the lies it told
watching every sight it showed
alas! to my dismay
the days grew long and nights turned cold
the dreams had faded
the lies now showed
the sights were gone
alone i stood and saw myself
trapped in a shiny gossamer web
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The End Of This Gossamer Dream
The final view
I will not see
It is the end
Of this gossamer
dream
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The final view
I will not see
It is the end
Of this gossamer
dream
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When you see gossamer flying, be sure the air is drying.
The Spider Web
No stronger than
A gossamer thread
To be brushed aside
No inkling
Of what drama
May have passed
In the night
Or what life
Was lost.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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A wisp of gossamer, about the size and substance of a spider's web.
quote by Monica Baldwin
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The purse of loved ones is tied with a gossamer thread.
Thank The Illusion, It Has Given You Life...
you must thank the illusion
that refraction of your body in the deep
it gives you the image
of a beautiful fairy with gossamer wings
when you are
about to end your life
by jumping
into that water
you should thank the lie that
saves your precious life
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Seizing happiness
They flew on gossamer wings
Never looking back
haiku by Dorothy Holmes
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The smiling slopes with olive groves bedecked
`The smiling slopes with olive groves bedecked,
Now darkly green, now, as the breeze did stir,
Spectral and white, as though the air were flecked
With elfin branches laced with gossamer;
And then so faint, the eye could scarce detect
Which the gray hillside, which the foliage fair;
Until once more it dense and sombre grew,
To shift again just as the zephyr blew.
poem by Alfred Austin
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Humanity can be quite cold to those whose eyes see the world differently.
Eric A. Burns in Gossamer Commons (24 August 2005)
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Sonnet LXXVII. To The Insect Of The Gossamer
SMALL, viewless aeronaut, that by the line
Of Gossamer suspended, in mid air
Float'st on a sun beam--Living atom, where
Ends thy breeze-guided voyage;--with what design,
In ether dost thou launch thy form minute,
Mocking the eye?--Alas! before the veil
Of denser clouds shall hide thee, the pursuit
Of the keen Swift may end thy fairy sail!--
Thus on the golden thread that Fancy weaves
Buoyant, as Hope's illusive flattery breathes,
The young and visionary poet leaves
Life's dull realities, while sevenfold wreaths
Of rainbow-light around his head revolve.
Ah! soon at Sorrow's touch the radiant dreams dissolve!
poem by Charlotte Smith
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On the Road to Chicago
I sit on the Water Tower waiting
chapped hands in a visor over my eyes
looking toward Durham
hoping I see
you in that gossamer gown
on the road to Chicago.
I don't care if you stop
by Confederate streams
to pick phallic rocks
so long as you rise
release all your hair
and float on to Chicago.
No more will I sit
on the Water Tower waiting.
I'd rather go blind
than see through the sun
you in that gown
ascend in the air
pirouette in the wind
giggle again and
float back to Durham.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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Les Ballons
Against these turbid turquoise skies
The light and luminous balloons
Dip and drift like satin moons
Drift like silken butterflies;
Reel with every windy gust,
Rise and reel like dancing girls,
Float like strange transparent pearls,
Fall and float like silver dust.
Now to the low leaves they cling,
Each with coy fantastic pose,
Each a petal of a rose
Straining at a gossamer string.
Then to the tall trees they climb,
Like thin globes of amethyst,
Wandering opals keeping tryst
With the rubies of the lime.
poem by Oscar Wilde
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Splendid love
Our splendid love
is a silver gossamer
softly floating in air
as the timid sunbeams
that will shine forever
poem by Nizamettin Esen Haymanali
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Moonbeam Princess
She walked across the path
In the moonbeams of love
Her grace her beauty
Was heavens gift of love
Her raven long hair
Her slender stealth legs
Carried her afloat
To dance on the moonbeam
That flickers in the night
Her hair swirled
In the pale moonlight
As a cool midnight breeze
Caressed her lovingly
Her gossamer dress
Caressed each curve
Her beauty divine
Made my heart
Skip a beat
Suddenly I wake
In sweat, in fear
Will I ever see?
My true love again.
poem by Kaila George
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We Miss You Cheyenne
Darling Cheyenne, we miss you so.
We don't know why you had to go.
Your Golden wings we see unfurl.
Within our minds ever, is our Angel Girl.
You fly so high in Eternal bliss.
This earthly level you will miss,
For you're too divine to be in this world,
So you fly the heavens within silver whirls.
There will come the day when we too will pass
Through gossamer veils, to see you at last,
As you glide towards us through starlit path.
Home together Cheyenne, at last.
poem by Rosi Caswell
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Goldfish
Goldfish swim in aquarium.
Shiny scales, vegetarian.
Graceful twist of flowing tails.
Gossamer translucent ghostly veils.
There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.
quote by Edgar Allan Poe
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