Short Speckles Poems
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Swat by hands of spite,
our sprite
(unsquelched)
sprinkles from her reserves
to revive a sacred rite;
in her hands,
speckles of if
become when.
purple and yellow, the colors of romance
showing up in ruffles and speckles
orchid delicacy pretties herself
there is a liveliness and a loveliness
she has outdone herself yet again
Crinkling hands, outstretching for last comfort
Rusty speckles, sentience all soaked up
Trunk limbs sapped veins on close up
Scented leaves bow before court
Autumn curtain falls, a seasonal sport
A butterfly flutters
In harmonious motion
In hush tones
It whispers
Yarning the secret
In mellow lures
With glistering gestures
A tinge of speckles
A lasting fluence
Leaf filtered sunlight
Speckles the water,
Tunnels of branches
Shading the stream
Little waves, lapping,
Knock on the kayak,
Paddle stroke rhythms
Rocking the boat.
Heron is gliding
Serenely greenwards,
Peace of the river
Filling my soul.
The city sleeps,
its lights tucked away,
hidden,
once vibrant and illuminated-
now dark and incomplete.
Speckles of dew litter the streets,
the excess of human emotion,
recycled,
a predator hunting its new victim
as it cowers in the darkess, waiting.
Oh star laden night
Most precious sight
Hold me in your arms
My lust-lustered delight
What ecstacy this
Celestial bliss
Your lightest touch taunts
With a crisp crystal kiss
Sweet speckles in time
Lush and sublime
Closer to heaven
The more mountains you climb
Be you, the full moon that lights soul
My state of the mind is hers to flow
Roll in then away she turns dark
Leaving speckles of sparks in light
That ignite the mind to seek her
Cause, she knows she is my body
Cause, she knows that she is my mind
Cause, she knows she in part my soul
The thing about poetry,
there’s too much blandishment
placed upon words
never to be fully understood,
like a mirror
reflecting speckles of light
at a corridors end.
Because there’s not a thing
to be felt without imprint
of a thousand other stories
pressed upon it.
Nor a smile that doesn’t
carry a secret.
Paint the sky with your very own stars...four point diamonds, pearls of pentagons sprinkling speckles in a giant galaxy with melodic moons interconnecting in the cosmos. Being the composer of your creation uniting visuals with music from a storyline that sparkles. Indeed imagination possesses the contemporary artist, and alchemist.
Wolves howl at the moon shining over the ridge
Golden light glancing off the silver steel girders,
Slithers of squiggly speckles ripple in the stream
After the trotline is suspended between buoys
The night fishermen play five-card stud poker,
And swap tall tales about their youthful follies.
written October 31, 2021
Under the light of a bright sunshine,
Sailing soft in the gallant wind,
Peaceful joys in acrobatic style.
Speckles of pearl, blend of rainbow,
Stylish lovers after perfume of them flowers,
Lullaby love songs, crooned in the jiggly wind.
Bright colours in their mantles,
As they hover in search for more,
And pretty flowers, they wave as they skim away.
Sitting peacefully,
At the window watching
the sun coming up
in the early morning hours
My elbows on the sill
my face pressed against
the glass pane window
I had a bird's eye view.
Of the misty layers of dew
Frantically gathering
and swirling and whirling
Stirring up the grays, the greens,
and speckles of blue in turbulent
raging waves of rushing dew
My pet bird,
light brown with
scattered speckles,
perched on the edge
of the cat furniture
and observed
the autumn leaves,
light brown with
scattered speckles,
floating by.
My pet bird,
its speckled feathers
scattered around
the living room,
looked at me
with opaque glass eyes,
their once-intent focus
scattered into oblivion,
and asked me "Why?"
As the temperature starts to rise
A surprise I see before my eyes
Lots more tiny golden speckles
the mystery and beauty of freckles.
once at school my friend said I look like
I had been sun bathing under a tea strainer
now I see what she meant, hundreds of them on my arms
the hotter it's getting more are appearing LOL but it's just another blessing from God
A sunrise like no other is before me, but for some reason its color is the color of the moon.
My moon is shaped as a full crescent yet in the pupil of my eye from the corner of my brain I see the speckles of red and blue,
If I had noticed, if I had seen if only I had caught it before This never would've been.
But to start I have to end, to end this madness I have to find the the starting point.
the swelling taste
of your absence
was heavy on the tongue
of my silent night
i grabbed speckles
of darkness
flying between
my longing eyes
i searched for the shadow
of your moon
within the walls
of my starry night
my eyes bled crystal rivulets
as my mind defogged
with the knowledge
of my aloneness
i lay down to sleep
hanging on to
the endless rails
of your vivid departure
OH, look out
I think she saw us
you know
that sneaky dinosaurus
LOOK OUT…
the one call Rex’ll
chase the little one with speckles
when a Brontosaurus sneezes
it’ll shake all of the ‘treezes”
OH, beware the clever Raptor
you could be what he is after.
But teacher - I swear
this is all factual
my homework was eaten
by a Pterodactyl.
©6/14/2019
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In the cool of the early morning
when the sun just begins to rise
Mystical layers suddenly appear.
Of soft, serene gray colored dew
with speckles of blue
Flowing gently like a sparkling river
Of colorful crystals
that twinkles against the lush green
and dark undertones of tall blades
of overgrown grasses
dripping drops of splashing dew
that supernaturally, magically turns
into soft serene gray colored crystals
with a speckle of blue.
A diamond sun lit up the azure skies,
And there was color in emerald fields,
Fragrant flowers in every hue and size,
Perky dabs of solar radiance revealed!
The beaming smiles were in the garden,
Just past the golden hour of the day
Of chianti sunflowers. Purple martins
Fluttered among the vibrancy at play.
It was peaceful, scintillating Sunday,
And speckles of color were everywhere,
With water lilies and singing blue jay,
While day moved toward sunset unaware.
The day I met you
That was a hell of a day
You introduced yourself, you told me your name,
I ,too distracted by the speckles of gold in your eyes, simply replied.
“Wow.”
Embarrassment swelled inside my body but you just laughed it off
Embracing me like an old friend
Days turned to weeks
Weeks to months
And slowly but surely you became so important to me
I was yours and you were mine
Until my heart stops beating
Just know, i’ll never stop looking at you and just think..
“Wow.”