My life or so I thought was smooth-cruising
did all I could do to keep it going that way
then one day it all went downhill fast
what more can I say
our love so I believed was never-ending
the happy couple in a fairy tale come true
when the story ended my friend
who knew what else I could do
if she was sad I didn't see she didn't speak
not a word was said
if things were bad it didn't show
so how was I to know
her love for me was stone cold dead
then she left me and when she walked out
I wanted to scream wanted to shout
but I could only whisper to myself,
“Well what the hell was that all about?”
All I'm left with is take note
now she's no longer here nor there
sunlight reflecting off specks and motes
of memory dust floating in the air
Specks floating
Lights flying
New stars collide
Purple, orange, white, black, even blue
Shapes interchanging
Shapes that all have a place
No matter the face
Bringing beauty with a dark trace
O the darkness
O the light
The balance of infinity
The balance of all shapes race
How they spiral
How they twinkle
How they change
How they look so beautiful
With no trace of perfection
Just mesmerizing shapes out of place
Finding their own way
Formulating
Evolving
Transcending
O how the darkness collides with light
Best of both worlds
When they finally unite
Sitting in chaos
Sitting in peace
To catch one another
When the other falls
Rushing toward me were specks of white
I saw it was a trio of ghosts as they came into sight
I turned and ran so fast I left my legs behind
These three began laughing at me, they were not so kind.
like golden diamond specks
in a whirlwind of falls briskness
leaves float to ground
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!
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.
The spectrum of the rising sun tinges the sands of my time,
turning into specks of eternity stacked in the serene soul,
I float on the ethereal waves in the bay of fathomless bliss,
drift to the shore waiting yonder that time cannot banish.
(Stanza taken from : My Unstolen Day)
August 30, 2021
Contest : Liberum Divisa 7
Sponsor : Gregory Richard Barden
the
stars
we
are
specks of gold
sprinkled
throughout
the
starry...starry night
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
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
©040920151449
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…
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.
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
7/16/12
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A single life dangles on a string tied to billions
Can not one notice that speck within the crowd?
Is it even worthy of acknowledgement?
Every speck represents the whole being
The body—without that speck it isn’t worth seeing
I write for the sake of the ignored
I write because I am abhorred
Ever does the wind blow
As the blackened specks began to grow
The disease is spreading in the mass
And suddenly all attention is on that dangling speck
They watch as it falls out of their realm
But the sickness is still there among them
They watch the speck fall
You blame one—you blame them all
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
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