Short Specked Poems
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The moon's a globule
Assymetrically-specked
Freckled with moonrocks
Wolves roost and shriek off-tuned hymn-- -
Tufts of fear drip-drop elsewhere.
mighty great heavens
maze of specked stars cipher of
immortality
A Brian Strand 1,2 or 3 line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 06-08-2021
Placed: 1st
Let’s walk our talk and stand erect,
mindful of thoughts we think,
stirring love that aura be specked,
with hues of God’s bliss ink.
Awareness self-aware,
free from ego spawned snare,
lays in the void, heart bare.
We must not balk ~
Let’s walk our talk
make me think you
them swingin' moods
send me to a place
I don't want to be
me
those swingin' moods
are still hot June nights
your hair matted to
your brow
send me to that place
when I loved
crazily
lazily
when the music evaporated
into star specked skies
endlessly
like my memories
them swingin' moods
Cheetahs are black specked cats
Charged with fantastic speed
Clan of feline descent
Cute leaping strides with their
Curved claws as sprinters’ spikes
Confine to hunt on day
Camouflage to catch preys
In Search Of Prey Poetry Contest
Pleiades poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Date: 14-03-2022
Placed: 1st
bubbles rise to the surface
tendencies of our ego
in lucid dreams we retrace
fears we thought we had let go
komorebi light teases
concealing and revealing
we dance as our heart pleases
wounds of our dark past healing
what can emptiness reflect
save spasms of bliss magnetism
form is by bliss dewdrops specked
igniting mind-body prism
Stay for love
and fragrant jasmine
spiced buns with dainties
lovingly showcased
in a vibrant tableau
on country lawns
amid the whispering trees
and rippling brook
diamond specked
at the radiant close
of a summer’s day
when shadow dance
must come
with chilly winds
to rock the tender buds
and enfold dear younglings
in ancient lullabies.
tiny white flower.
smooth like cream.
specked with the colour of young lips.
growing amongst hundreds so close to what you are.
i call you the sweet tea flower.
short life.
once thriving in the garden.
life slowly seeping into the pages where you're pressed.
i wanted a thing of beauty, to remind me what it was like.
to remind me it still existed.
i created a monster.
a killer of myself.