Short Flecked Poems

the winter of life...
the body slows and time shows
snow-flecked wear and tear....

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Mica flecked stone,
chilled by Solstice dawn, glows,
brightly with promise.

MS 12/21/14...

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Mare's tails
drifting behind
halo'ed clouds,flecked on a
placid autumnal evening
sunset....

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sun, ripe citrus fruit
sapphire sky flecked with white clouds~
tarmac road steaming...

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lifeless phantom floats  

moonlit waves of white flecked foam

forgotten relic

By: Eve Roper 7/2/2015...

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Floating towards new moon--
a blanket flecked in diamonds
slips over the horizon.
A sliver of light over
azure silks blown in the wind....

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A sky of fireflies
fills with drizzled meek magic
stars sprinkled in jars
sequin flecked lacy twilight
lending midnight their brief light

3/10/22...

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Gold flecked silver
A cherished small coin
Does it hold real value?

Russell Sivey

Entrant into Richard Lamoureux's "Questionku" contest

11/29/2012...

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each breath a chant
to straighten our slant 
that we may stand erect
our aura bliss mist flecked 
as the universe too conspires
to bestow what our soul aspires

there’s no cause to complain...

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sun, ripe citrus fruit
sapphire sky flecked with white clouds
tarmac road steaming

June.26.2022

Summer Nature Themed 
Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin...

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journey is ending
tired face flecked with twilight tinge…
spider spins cobweb

March 18, 2019
Syllable count : 5/7/5
Checked on howmanysyllable.com
Contest : Writing Challenge 3 - March 2019-Senryu
Sponsor : Dear Heart...

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Brown 
Simple, earth
My eyes
Hang out with the cat
And they're greenish
Cuddle 
Snuggle the small dog
They dig deeper
Grounded in loyalty
Flecked with flakes of gold trust

My mother
My brother though...
How come some are the clear summer skies?...

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a demon appears and we are it
perhaps a remnant of our past
like a dying snake, it writhes awhile
however this nonevent will not last

perhaps there is no form we were not
it matters little now as we reflect
having embodied light of Self within
our luminous aura is love flecked...

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The Cross is our crutch: we are lamed and maimed,
Crippling sin in our soul,
Defiled and scourged, our faith defamed,
Golgotha our gloried goal.

The Cross is a bludgeon for smiting down
Death in his sable gown.
It’s Roman-hewn and Jesus-borne,
Encircled with blood-flecked thorn....

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The Cross is our crutch: we are lamed and maimed,
Crippling sin in our soul,
Defiled and scourged, our faith defamed,
Golgotha our gloried goal.

The Cross is a bludgeon for smiting down
Death in his sable gown.
It’s Roman-hewn and Jesus-borne,
Encircled with blood-flecked thorn....

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White topped waves in the fading light
Like magic carpets taking flight
Draw ceaseless lines across the sea
Incessant soothing harmony. 

The sky is flecked with dark grey clouds
Overbearing ominous shrouds
Now all that's left are specks of white
As the day succumbs to the last light....

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Dawn rooster's crowing
red and gold cock of the walk
Flecked stars are fleeing.
Pink sky alarms are sounding 
as stealthy night goes, creeping.

Perched at verge of day
is cock of the crystal clock.
Blooms are anywhere
on morning of fading moon,
when rouge sun frolics with June.

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Perfect poise, love aligned, erect
Soul within our heart glows
With magnetic bliss hues we’re flecked
Auric field slowly grows

Our path is surrender
Playful, childlike wonder
No hearts left asunder

Free from noise
Perfect poise

21-October-2021
Quietus ...

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Swan

     Oh! serene spirit,

     White gowned on sun flecked waters.

     Majestic in your slow glide.

     What intelligence

     Guides you silently along

     The river’s strong flowing path?


     Choka		5 7 7 5 7 7
     Checked by Howmanysyllables.com

      3/01/17...

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I dream of small mottled rabbits 
Sleeping in silver caves under snowy river banks; 
I step stone by slippery stone 
Across the clear ice-flecked water, 
Shall I waken? 
Dreaming of marmoset and beaver, 
Dreaming Native dreams 
Of small, bright-eyes, 
Scurrying or cruel but always Bright. . ....

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a charcoal canvas
flecked with the glitter drops of a painter’s brush
looms above the endless Midwest plains

white-gold illumination
devours my eyes as I gaze upwards. . . 
God is an impressionist artist

6/26/14
For  the 'Bite Size Poem no.8' Poetry Contest of Line Gauthier...

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Grass Calls for
 More and more
And I water and water.
The Obese: Expires

Hitherto, that grass
Spikingly Winds up by the"Plop, Plop"
Snubbing over the drops.
And Passes.

The Olive Grass
Gawking incessantly out at the flecked Rays
I witness them dance
They post me the murmuring messages

Of the Wind....

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Robes of gold and purple
Flecked with a scarlet thread
Poemgranate,gold bells around the hem
Epaulets of onxy,engraved upon each gem.

Jacinth,agate beryl,amethyst
Jasper,diamond and sapphire,
Bedeck this fine attire...
Of a holy priesthood,dressed to serve the king.

Read more @ Exodus 28& I P 2:5 & Rev 20:6...

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innate creative power
limited by mind
imposes a bind 
blocking grace shower

awareness self-aware
bliss replete
is complete
pulsating without a care

soul’s consciousness shift
with God connect
to be bliss flecked
gifts of silence that uplift

immediate and intimate
is the source
our resource
our heart heaven’s gate...

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Cold rain chuckles
Gurgles down the drain
Counting coup upon
A blurry windowpane

Birds huddle in bare trees
Dare not go aloft
Squirrels still hunt for food
Because the earth’s still soft

Lonely sits a spider’s web
Flecked in diamond dew
Shimmering in winter’s breath
Nor’easter comin’ through

John G. Lawless
©12/16/2022...

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