Quotes about intertwine, page 2
Swinging Is More Than Just Dancing
One could assume that all we do is mime
It happens to be the easiest way we convey
Bodies intertwine two at a time
Two and two and two do play
Creating a loud harmonious chime
It is merely the sound created as we go astray
What we do, some consider a crime
We could never call it passé
For it creates a feeling called sublime.
poem by Emily Hunt
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Kingdom Of The Owl
curled into the trunk
of an old woman tree,
listening to the owl,
and sleeping in the shade.
arms outstretched,
as if touching the sky,
roots deep in the earth,
swaying with the wind.
bark to bark,
he and she intertwine...
till only one remains.
seasons put down and lost
in the steady and sure,
waiting on moonlight and darkness
in the kingdom of the owl!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Dreams
In a subconscious state of mind
both real and unreal intertwine
and twist each others attributes
into dark Eidolon recruits.
These phantoms perform roles assigned
So well they trick the sleeping mind;
The scripts emerge from deep within
The brain where images begin
To shape and sound then orchestrate
Successive scenes the two conflate
Into involuntary schemes
The conscious human calls his dreams.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Birthday Mark Wrobel - 0609
May the year to come bring you
All you desire at twenty-nine,
Reality and dreams combine
Kindling energies anew.
Wishes granted come on cue,
Reveal fresh prospects, underline
Opening to let life shine.
Birthday nineteen ninety two
Ends uncertainty. Skies blue
Link light to laughter to design
Magic future, intertwine
Aspirations which come true.
Rise up, the key to future joy
Know you can turn, so attaboy!
(12 October 1992)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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2 People Inbetween Live With It For Now
everything crack away at the concrete
no, i'm not concrete
away with myself
inside this portrait
4 lives intertwine
with a brush as every finger
my own idea
give up my will
and up and away
disperse into space
smile a mile
glad to see you
glad to be by you
when i think too much
i can't say so
cross the line into feels
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poem by Thomas Bbb
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Our Dreaming Mind
Our sweet dreams
are built on love;
our saddest ones
are of when love dies.
Each day we build up ourselves
to face a better tomorrow.
We dream of things
we want to happen.
On waking up, we wish them to,
but our dreams are only facts,
we have stored up everyday,
and while we are asleep, our mind stores them away.
At times we live in a world of make believe,
where fantasy and hope intertwine,
to make a sort of reality
in our dreaming mind.
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poem by David Harris
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Made By Hand
made by hand....
dreams woven
in a fine cloth....
steps made of stone,
laid one upon the other.
shelter made of oak,
cut and hauled,
nailed together in the sun,
able to stand the night.
this window made of glass,
allowing light and dark
to intertwine....
this old bed made of pine....
the path to the doorway
laid with pine needles....
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poem by Eric Cockrell
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Entranced for Grandaughter Chitra
I saw two rainbows intertwine
their colours were identical.
Together forming a design
which I found doubly beautiful.
I’ve often seen a single bow
they’re not at all unusual.
A band of pastel colours show
delicately ethereal.
But never had I seen before
two rainbow arches in the sky
Two matching bands of colours soar
across the sky majestically.
I stood entranced by what I saw.
What philistine could ask for more.
05/04/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Early Works - Tribute To The Teacher
For the late Maurce Callard (The teacher)
Typewriter keys click in succession
words flow gentle and unobtrusive
pages increase in number
books and plays together
thoughts mingle and intertwine
growing more and more with time
master, teacher and friend
not one of us could condemn
we sit and listen with content
the appreciative smile for our achievement.
I could go on and on with praise
but a sonnet is what was desired
so I’ll gracefully retire.
Date unknown (Late 1970’s I think)
poem by David Harris
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New every Morning for M'lady Ann Beard
The Blackbird leads the dawn chorus.
His feathered cousins harmonise.
Their morning music glorious.
As if the song birds realise.
The opalescent light of dawn
provides them with the perfect cue.
To greet the new day newly born
as they are well equipped to do.
Each songster adding something to
the melodies that intertwine.
A ritual forever new
as they instinctively combine
into a choral symphony
Their every note blends perfectly.
Friday,29 January 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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