Quotes about snares, page 5
Interpretations for M lady Marcy
We are confused by our odd dreams
when nothing is quite as it seems.
Though dreams may be our minds at play.
Sometimes they can show us the way.
High light the pitfalls and the snares
we might fall into unawares.
The dreaming mind can see ahead
along the future path we tread.
But dreams use symbols to convey
their message in a concealed way.
If we can learn to recognise
what every symbol signifies.
Then we have solved the mystery
and can walk on confidently.
Quite sure we can avoid the traps
Which lie in wait for us perhaps.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Help
Dream not, O Soul, that easy is the task
Thus set before thee. If it proves at length,
As well it may, beyond thy natural strength,
Faint not, despair not. As a child may ask
A father, pray the Everlasting Good
For light and guidance midst the subtle snares
Of sin thick planted in life's thoroughfares,
For spiritual strength and moral hardihood;
Still listening, through the noise of time and sense,
To the still whisper of the Inward Word;
Bitter in blame, sweet in approval heard,
Itself its own confirming evidence
To health of soul a voice to cheer and please,
To guilt the wrath of the Eumenides.
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Lola
'O violet coloured cloud of
Thine dawn
A princess 'tis captured 'neath
For Hercules layed open his snare
Whilst now he watches you breathe
Iola 'O Iola Ephemeral Princess Divine
Your beauty and brillance 'tis fair
A Grecian Calvary of knights are bound
To rescue you from captivity there
Thy Round table had thine discussion
And passed thy vote afore mid-day
So soon under a mid-day lemon sun
From thine snares you'll be taken away
Your beauty 'twas Hercules Earthy motive
So furative and greedy with hedonist lust
And the headniness of your beguiling scent
But the Knights they turned Hercules to dust
poem by Theodora Onken
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Love Sonnet 181 Many had gone to wars or crossed frontiers,
Many had gone to wars or crossed frontiers,
All very apt and fitting for the times,
To break records, blaze trails or push barriers,
But lo! This soul just prides to write these rhymes;
I never found the need to trek the stars,
My world is here with you, that now I find,
Denied adventures, booty or the scars,
But privy to a wealth of peace of mind;
In grandeur basks the venue of our tryst,
That halls of Montezuma naught compares,
But Cleopatra's barge you sailed from mist,
Of History, to lay for love these snares;
.....Helen did worth a war and thousand ships,
.....And you, you laid on table all my chips.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Sonnet: God is Beside His Righteous Souls
God loves His righteous people immensely,
And cares for them, protecting them always;
The snares of evil men can't harm truly;
With ease, the righteous on earth spend their days!
The Maker wages wars and wins them all;
The righteous feel secure with God beside;
God watches them and hears their every call;
The righteous shun all vices and all pride!
God plans the future of His beloved souls;
Nothing can go amiss in His schedule;
The non-believers are all merely fools;
Awards/ rewards come without any rule!
God will not lose a single righteous soul;
All righteous too have celestial a goal!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-08-12
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Black Beauty
Black beauty stares at me,
I am amazed to see
In her eyes: my liberty.
Her eyes are like mine, but softer,
Despite the scars she proudly bears,
All earned protecting me from fears and snares.
Born in the motherland centuries ago;
She has survived the slave master's blow.
Overcoming Ignorance and hate;
She has sidestepped bigotry's destructive fate,
Black beauty has borne fruit.
Her smile sheds light onto the darkened path,
And she communes with the Creator on my behalf.
And on really bad days, we share a laugh.
She is strongest when I am weak.
She provides the words when I can't seem to speak.
Black beauty: the best part of me.
poem by Monciana Edmondson
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Thundering Voice of Tellus
In a lightless room listening
to the wooly rumble of rolling thunder
storm cloud snares crash
as lightning zaps the skyline
oh thundering voice of Tellus
furious echo of antiquity
fulgurite's genie
granted freedom
from fossilized eternity
oh liberating lioness of storm
awakening the soul
from the slavish slumbers
of ancient lore
summoning spiritus indestructible
with sonorous resilient roar
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poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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On the Lighthouse at Antibes
A stormy light of sunset glows and glares
Between two banks of cloud, and o'er the brine
Thy fair lamp on the sky's carnation line
Alone on the lone promontory flares:
Friend of the Fisher who at nightfall fares
Where lurk false reefs masked by the hyaline
Of dimpling waves, within whose smile divine
Death lies in wait behind Circean snares.
The evening knows thee ere the evening star;
Or sees that flame sole Regent of the bight,
When storm, hoarse rumoured by the hills afar,
Makes mariners steer landward by thy light,
Which shows through shock of hostile nature's war
How man keeps watch o'er man through deadliest night.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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Child Of The Road
Once on a rock beside a road
I sat watching the passers by
When one among them showed
To look back with a questing eye
He was a child, not more than three
Tagging along a dog behind
But once they rounded out a tree
The two, I no longer could find
That child, I thought, could once be me
Of many roads way back in time
Hopping along a preset way
As would a scripted playful mime
Life then was Spring, without the cares
The wilds with birds we hunted down
Me and my father put up snares
All conservation was our own
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poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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A Writer's Prayer
In my nothingness, be glorified
For everything I have all come from You,
Remove the dross and foolish pride
With grace, bless everything I do.
Guide my writing with Your Light
Your Words of Truth inspire me,
May all that comes from pen be right
That all men come to see.
Bless the words with Your great Power
A wondrous working from above,
For You, oh God, made me a writer
Declare the hope of Your Mercy and Love!
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poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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