Best Specks Poems
Like colored specks on a dull canvas
You can live your life
The different shades of your array
Will make an elegant display
The sometimes blurred lines
You create
Will be your unique story
Not just for your eyes but for the world to see
Trust yourself enough to go out there
Own your spot in the cycle of life
No one can rob you of that prospect
It is just you and your reservations
At times the no in your head
Are ten times more shrill
Then the yes in your heart
Be mindful and trust your heart at times
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The wind it seems is staying on the ocean whipping up the sea
The waves tumbling to a smart chop on a shelly sea urchin shore
As there is no wind from the mainland but coming from the oceans side.
Trails of fresh green seagrass are left in the the tides descending echoes
Leaving lines of green froth in the outgoing tide....
Earlier at an Art class the sea poured out from the pencil onto a drawing.
The heavy paper was saturated with pencil marks of a mandarin with all its
pores lying near the detailed edge of a bamboo basket...
Fibre balls lay full and spun with fine seaweed as if waiting to hatch a creature
Seaweed reminiscent of a under-developed plastic bunch of grapes is found.
Footprints in the sand show different tread designs, some quite complex.
Hoof prints in a line , fancy sports shoe prints and tiny flower paw prints.
The grey skys now unleash a torrent of rain popping on the tall tin roof tops.
The safety and warmth of the hall's interior contrasts with the wind outside.
We are seated celebrating a Community Birthday luncheon banquet and
the Communities most Senior members are there to join for communion.
They had just finished a Yoga class and caterers were busy in the kitchen.
Celery soup with Soft music, soft honey sliced meats ,steamed veges and
strawberry mousse brings warm smiles to eyes on age-specked faces.
Outside on the beach a huge long red kite is flowing in the now clear sky.
As we approach its frilly neck, flapping arms and legs and long tail show
a wide eyed 15 metre harlequin red and pink patchwork frilly neck lizard
with a racing car parachute attached by a long cord to a jeep on the beach.
We are just specks on a ball in space
Yet we think our actions some how run this place.
Trees, living organisms tower all around
We build things bigger them just to tear them down.
The smallest arachnid can hinder our fragile shell
Yet we send our youth to die amid a warring hell.
Our ideas are out growing our human form
We give ourselves freely to the devils storm.
We are guided by things unmeasured or seen
Like fear, hate, love, and especially greed.
We act surprised or mortified when people are killed
Somehow we forget the things we thought of to build.
Did we not think that evil would learn how to use technology
Or as we create, consequences of them are not wired in our biology.
For as a famous scientist did find, for every act
You better be ready for an equal yet opposite impact.
Yet we keep trying to find ways to make life easier
Is anyone seeing the opposite, for it is just getting busier.
We are just specks on this ball in space
Wondering when something much bigger will smack us in the face.
Simple specks of Sand…
Force falls in love with Steam
Gentle gazes through Glass…
Blow breaths in life from Dream
Utile uses into Urn…
Gravity gives in cry for Lust
Mantle mazes lay Mosaic….
Eroding ends return to Dust
Simple specks of Sand…
flying specks moving
streaks of light along the sky
not a sound is heard
Entrant into Tirzah Conway's "Shooting Stars" contest
8/7/2012
A sense of foreboding captures my thinking
The room is darkening and my spirit is sinking
I watch the evening begin to vanquish the day
Light bows, allowing the shadow to have its way
The dying day gives into the smothering of night
Daytime fades fast before this onslaught to its light
Night begins its reign, but then a tiny light appears
A speck of flickering hope that takes away my fears
The blanket of the sky is punctured by a brightness
I am reassured, consoled, cared for in my weakness
Patrick Brennan ©
Living under a polka dot sky at night
Each little speck of light seems so despondent
When power is lost and is no longer bright
You must look within each sparkling commandment
The stars seem to fall down on you this evening
Beauty throughout is what I’m truly seeing
In the thicket of trees they are deceiving
They twinkle more, exactly what’s believing
Russell Sivey
Contest: short poems
Sponsor: Nathan A.
6/1/2013
Universe is vast,
Endless splendor spinning,
We are specks in time.
By: Sabina Nicole
canvass of color
like a slide show changing
a testimony
of all my trials and heartache
specks of white, healing power...
the
stars
we
are
specks of gold
sprinkled
throughout
the
starry...starry night
Something
In my mind
Is not the same-
Feeling nothing
None to blame-
Resonance has
Shifted
What a shame-
Single tear
Dissolves within
The rain-
Tiny quantum
Specks
Grains of sand-
Once were
Patterns -
Woken dreams
I’ve lost
Cannot reclaim-
Now they dissipate
Right through
My hand-
Ocean is of billion drops of water,
fused;
life is of billion specks of joy,
suffused.
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Written : December 23, 2017
July 17, 2022
For Line Gauthier's contest Bite Size Poem No. 49
teribium,Curium,actinium
sheres of charcoal.
they seek such to
make generated dissisha.
samples the need
for energy.
the need to produce
the world wishes a
freedom from what
currently exist.
Des-alpha motaium.
Mere specks of dust
in this wide universe,
we will heal our wounds
if we just learn to love.
Love is the answer!
Okay, boomers, doing great,
We know it's never too late,
Rules can be bent, you see,
Rules shape society,
Archetypes we designed,
Thought control, never mind,
Divine love transcends all rules,
Despite what's taught in schools,
Fragments, these rules of men,
Specks in the universal zen,
Our souls light up to pray,
Okay, boomers, doing okay!