Best Speckling Poems

speckling dark green pines
gifting the dark diamonds white
moonlit snowflakes lay
soft fabric for children's play
and knitted clouds on the roofs


26~12~2014
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* This is a poem about basically feeling like when a part of yourself dies. Then certain 
people can come along and make that one part feel alive and better than ever 
because you trust them to be just yourself*

The serpent of Unrequited love 
Sunk...

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Today I will write about stars-
Not the usual
Compressed galactic-gleams,
Not the speckling
In deep sky seen,
Tracked and charted
By singular-minded, bright-eyed teams-

No-I will speak of Real Stars,
Day and night stars-
Eternal Stars
Never growing dim,
Burning brightly
From star-dust within-
Not a glow in cold darkness
Between starlight above
But Mysterious Light
Deeper gazers call Love-

Stars...

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Diagonal snow
Glides effortless through
the countryside of the
Amputee windshield
For the passenger side
Has always had a reticent view

Steam rises loftily
From a topless treat
Of gas station coffee
That which further
Obfuscates the scene

Mousey and silent
Each flake falls
Like the wings of
An owl unhurried
Speckling the air
With flurries of tiny
Feathers

If snow is a...

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Smoke trickles from red brick stack
Children make ready for slumber
Through the frosty panes of boudoir glass
Eyes amaze at the wonder before
Amber radiant glow of street lamp
Broken by fall of crystalline confetti
Obscuring rays and speckling ground white beneath
 
Sleep won’t come soon 
As preparations cease and...

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Allowing great alembics access over hill and glade and brush and dale of mind and swimming softly through the river running up fantastic meadows speckling valleys round the bay ensconced by lighting strikes and thunder booms across the Roman sky above the Irish ground and...

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she lingers,
     forever embedded in my memory,
          the most beautiful girl I’ve yet to behold.
the epitome of all things lovely:
     sunlight filters through the window,
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"The Friend"
I own this stereotype.
Heavy in belly, soft tall demure,
Trying to saint the boxing sinner.
Mother loved, father manly worried,
I wander passion for unrequited state.
The socially unapt gazer, debating intent.
Waiting on the whom,
To confess rapture, for my scenes.

Then it came, love.
But time shorts bliss.
I slowly bleed...

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Orange bulb lit firefly, 
Silhouetted scaffolds delude my reticent pace
Speckling lights flutter to my grazing eye, 
Across a barren waste. 
Lonesome night breeze crispends forward gaze,
Tomorrow’s evening builds on and on to a swell. 
Hopeless hope listens less to reason, but only mad lovers craze.
Only...

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I don't often see beautiful things outside after summer
But today I saw something that made my jaw drop 
Imagine: a cool autumn day, 
I'm walking through a forest 
Filled with flowers and orange and red trees,
Their leaves falling in the breeze 
A cool, still lake...

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Autumn in the leaves
Speckling change 
with crisping dew
when a season done
with green
(as earth's sky
paling blue)
putting to rest
the old
making way
for God's new;

I finger the age-spots...

other blemishes
nature's obvious rots--

preparing for 
again our spring
touching the ring
I still wear 
for cherish--
such vows
were never made
to perish

I rewrite, with death
we do...

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Eggs whites strew across the evening sky, anticipating rain
Brown fluff interspersed with white, folding across the horizon
Hints of orange ribbon bleeding through the gaps of blue
Grey smudged along the edges, like a painter's afterthought

Cool breeze caressing my hair like a lover
Finger combing it off my...

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I lean down over
    the squirming corpse to be
and remove
        a chunk
            of fatty flesh
and throw it 
     in the...

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I slide through
          the darkness
     within your walls,
following wires
      to their heart.
Solidifying in your basement
  I shred your fuse box,
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A Winter's Sonnet

From a heavenly atmosphere,
Feathery ice sculptures appear.
Mingling snowflakes crowd together,
Each flake unique with character.

Speckling fluffs in rhythmic cadence
Float down in luxurious silence.
On top of each, they accumulate,
Bending tree branches with their weight.

Softly fall the snowflakes around;
Lightly alighting on the ground.
From clouds above to...

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