"foreteller" poems - Hello Poetry

Spider, Spider, Spider Spinner, Weaver, Guider What is woven with extreme Fragility Frailest of all houses Illusory and deceptive Reality You spin a miracle A glowing spherical Concealing the great plan of Manifestation Reminding us of God Composing fabrics of the world As creation A cosmic inventor Sun, Moon, Stars, Equator Dancing in the maze you loom Spiritual leader Sound communicator You can hear all nature playing Light pulsating Stargazing foreteller Fate of future dweller Divination is your key Soul light conductor Between two worlds of Human life And Divine life Your thread is like a chain Umbilical cord train Golden ladder to climb high Brilliant footsteps slide Joining Heaven and Earth Reminding us of Cosmic Birth We are all one Deliverance and change Prepare us to arrange As our authenticity In gift of power We must learn how to use Infinite possibilities Engaging us Mesmerizing magic Bridges become tragic If the earthquakes of our lives Lose all respect for The lessons of learning Kismet is the fire burning We must beware Our fragile human state May not find time to wait As you dangle from your thread Consideration For the gifts that we have Keep us from mirroring your swing God bless our lives The infinite is now Your presence showing how To be aware that each step May be occurring In a dangerous way Looking into your net I see Eternity My fingers are your legs To you I make a pledge My eternal plan engaging Soul self vibrating Embrace the Universe Know life is not a curse Weaving the version of myself At best will be Spider, Spider, Spider Spider, Spider, Spider Spinner, Weaver, Guider What is woven with extreme Fragility Weave a prayer upon your web For us to see © tHE tERRY tREE

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Aug 12, 2014

Aug 12, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC

terry-tree

Spirit Spider

Spider, Spider, Spider Spinner, Weaver, Guider What is woven with extreme Fragility Frailest of all houses Illusory and deceptive Reality You spin a miracle A glowing spherical Concealing the great plan of Manifestation Reminding us of God Composing fabrics of the world As creation A cosmic inventor Sun, Moon, Stars, Equator Dancing in the maze you loom Spiritual leader Sound communicator You can hear all nature playing Light pulsating Stargazing foreteller Fate of future dweller Divination is your key Soul light conductor Between two worlds of Human life And Divine life Your thread is like a chain Umbilical cord train Golden ladder to climb high Brilliant footsteps slide Joining Heaven and Earth Reminding us of Cosmic Birth We are all one Deliverance and change Prepare us to arrange As our authenticity In gift of power We must learn how to use Infinite possibilities Engaging us Mesmerizing magic Bridges become tragic If the earthquakes of our lives Lose all respect for The lessons of learning Kismet is the fire burning We must beware Our fragile human state May not find time to wait As you dangle from your thread Consideration For the gifts that we have Keep us from mirroring your swing God bless our lives The infinite is now Your presence showing how To be aware that each step May be occurring In a dangerous way Looking into your net I see Eternity My fingers are your legs To you I make a pledge My eternal plan engaging Soul self vibrating Embrace the Universe Know life is not a curse Weaving the version of myself At best will be Spider, Spider, Spider Spider, Spider, Spider Spinner, Weaver, Guider What is woven with extreme Fragility Weave a prayer upon your web For us to see © tHE tERRY tREE

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September 10th 2001 *I am sat in a small cafe across the street stands the timeless twin towers. Man's living towers of Babel. Perhaps waiting for an angry Gods wrath. It is still late summer. The evening is sultry Almost as if it understands. The loss of the two vertical cities. That the new morning will bring. death and bloodshed to my beloved New York. A moment of silence falls broken by the solitary cry of a foraging seagul above me. The air becomes oppressively saturated. The foreteller of a big storm. The invisible pale rider passes by on a pale horse. The street is crowded with almost visible black angels. They wait with folded black wings in their hoards. Patiently waiting for their charges. My soul shouts for them to leave. To go back to their paradise. But their throng is now in the thousands. A huge black cloud that is only visible through closed eyes. They are silent. giving no clue to their gathering. But I know it is a harbinger of destruction. And that in hours The world will change forever.*

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Jun 3, 2016

Jun 3, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC

jude-kyrie

September 10th 2001

September 10th 2001 *I am sat in a small cafe across the street stands the timeless twin towers. Man's living towers of Babel. Perhaps waiting for an angry Gods wrath. It is still late summer. The evening is sultry Almost as if it understands. The loss of the two vertical cities. That the new morning will bring. death and bloodshed to my beloved New York. A moment of silence falls broken by the solitary cry of a foraging seagul above me. The air becomes oppressively saturated. The foreteller of a big storm. The invisible pale rider passes by on a pale horse. The street is crowded with almost visible black angels. They wait with folded black wings in their hoards. Patiently waiting for their charges. My soul shouts for them to leave. To go back to their paradise. But their throng is now in the thousands. A huge black cloud that is only visible through closed eyes. They are silent. giving no clue to their gathering. But I know it is a harbinger of destruction. And that in hours The world will change forever.*

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L- let's round the table and rethink about Nigeria, when are we going to gain our freedoms totally? after the lawbreakers calling themselves law makers becomes a loser when the children of hunger show their agendas using foreteller as a barrier without a lawyer. A- although our mouth is not as sharp as razor but we meant to be a commentator for you and your predecessors, about your administrator you being a procrastinator doesn't make us an accelerator for us to be an conquistadors. U- under the administration of the oppressors they pressed our pressure so as to dismeasure our treasure because they know we have no pleasures that's why they keep ignoring our eyesores . T- to all we ,the children of masses may God shower his endless mercy cos we know he is more merciful than wizzy and messi . E- everyone is born to be great ,so stop competing with the mates you are not going for any race ,either in the way or in the phase, unless you want to be an unfocused chase. C- call yourself a name and let's see if it will remain the same, whether you need to find a lane in the rain to remained the main,for you are born to reign and same time in the vain try to maintain the pain ,quit explaining the grains of the pains for your success is certain. H- hello the oppressor how far about the pleasure? hope it will be last to be measure I think you don't forget your post can never be carry over and your life is reading like calorimeter , this life is like a chapter, nothing after your dismissal you being a miser or a cheerier ,you will soon be a divorcer. The fragrance pen Wale,zee 08137421416

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Dec 13, 2018

Dec 13, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC

Lawal

The pen speaks

L- let's round the table and rethink about Nigeria, when are we going to gain our freedoms totally? after the lawbreakers calling themselves law makers becomes a loser when the children of hunger show their agendas using foreteller as a barrier without a lawyer. A- although our mouth is not as sharp as razor but we meant to be a commentator for you and your predecessors, about your administrator you being a procrastinator doesn't make us an accelerator for us to be an conquistadors. U- under the administration of the oppressors they pressed our pressure so as to dismeasure our treasure because they know we have no pleasures that's why they keep ignoring our eyesores . T- to all we ,the children of masses may God shower his endless mercy cos we know he is more merciful than wizzy and messi . E- everyone is born to be great ,so stop competing with the mates you are not going for any race ,either in the way or in the phase, unless you want to be an unfocused chase. C- call yourself a name and let's see if it will remain the same, whether you need to find a lane in the rain to remained the main,for you are born to reign and same time in the vain try to maintain the pain ,quit explaining the grains of the pains for your success is certain. H- hello the oppressor how far about the pleasure? hope it will be last to be measure I think you don't forget your post can never be carry over and your life is reading like calorimeter , this life is like a chapter, nothing after your dismissal you being a miser or a cheerier ,you will soon be a divorcer. The fragrance pen Wale,zee 08137421416

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And I am only for your eyes, your earthly middle your true night in disguise. And you are more than for my thighs, my icy sea sending warm rivers into my lands only to give me affection and fluorescent skies. Oh the hammer was struck. Oh the wizard's staff had cracked. Cupid's troublesome sister how you must be proud. Will your tears reflect the oceans, will you have me by your side. It's an unbreakable vow, take the arrow in the apple with pride. Now not on your own you must decide, for I am not a mere child who would cast his problems in the smoke and hide. Oh the hammer was struck. Oh the wizard's staff had cracked. Cupid's troublesome sister how you must be proud. The Foreteller was correct and the white man took off his glove. Worry not about the future you are a northern light you are a dove. Beautiful red eyes and red hair you are capable of thunders and love, accept the come and gone as a gift from the above. Oh the hammer was struck. Oh the wizard's staff had cracked. Cupid's troublesome sister how you must be proud.

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Aug 22, 2016

Aug 22, 2016 at 8:41 AM UTC

oleg-snapirsky

Fjords

And I am only for your eyes, your earthly middle your true night in disguise. And you are more than for my thighs, my icy sea sending warm rivers into my lands only to give me affection and fluorescent skies. Oh the hammer was struck. Oh the wizard's staff had cracked. Cupid's troublesome sister how you must be proud. Will your tears reflect the oceans, will you have me by your side. It's an unbreakable vow, take the arrow in the apple with pride. Now not on your own you must decide, for I am not a mere child who would cast his problems in the smoke and hide. Oh the hammer was struck. Oh the wizard's staff had cracked. Cupid's troublesome sister how you must be proud. The Foreteller was correct and the white man took off his glove. Worry not about the future you are a northern light you are a dove. Beautiful red eyes and red hair you are capable of thunders and love, accept the come and gone as a gift from the above. Oh the hammer was struck. Oh the wizard's staff had cracked. Cupid's troublesome sister how you must be proud.

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I do not see beyond the might, yet perceive more than ought. The craving of a learned tale, ability to carve out an excuse to crave. Hail to the conquerors! Teller of greatness, earner of sympathy, foreteller of justice, bearer of magnanimity. We survive you. Hail to the losers! The day waits for you, the night delights, passing thoughts escape into imagining immaterial basis of deeds. Soon, the distance between falls near and neither escapes surety.

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May 13, 2016

May 13, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC

m-g-hsieh

Spaces between spaces

I do not see beyond the might, yet perceive more than ought. The craving of a learned tale, ability to carve out an excuse to crave. Hail to the conquerors! Teller of greatness, earner of sympathy, foreteller of justice, bearer of magnanimity. We survive you. Hail to the losers! The day waits for you, the night delights, passing thoughts escape into imagining immaterial basis of deeds. Soon, the distance between falls near and neither escapes surety.

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