An ode to snow (and a speck of dust)
Began it’s life a speck of dust
One of billions
Bourne upon the air
Transformed as all things must
Be… that blossom both…
Mundane and rare
A tiny mote imbued of moisture
absorbed within… and
Without a care
Tossed willy-niilly by caprice of wind
The mote of dust
Begins to dare
To attract electrons into it’s grasp
With static gasp
And electric glare
Then starts it’s dizzy descent
Joined by another
Commingling to form a pair
More moisture still… gathered as they went
Gaining weight and boon companions
In the gelid air
Now in numbers beyond count and scale
Strange, beautiful crystals form on speck of dust
Bourne upon the air
And softly falls like gentle comets would
In feathery flakes of cosmic dust
Like pious whispers of Lama’s prayer
A simple speck of dust
One would never think
could make
The incomprehensible
The unbelievably beautiful
Exquisitely unique
…Snowflake…
poem by David Whalen
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Breath Of Creation
Today, I breathed into the air,
two cups of moisture… as I do everyday
which was absorbed by the atmosphere
in some arcane, yet everyday way
To couple with clouds…the cold…
and a mote of dust…to take
The wondrous form of…
A crystalline snowflake
What in my most delirious dreams
Tis a heartwarming thought
To be a bit of the creation, of Nature’s schemes
My essence, and breath have wrought.
no one gives thought Of simple inhalations,
Of everyday breaths… ordinary inspirations
Yet in every exhalation… everyone takes
A part in the creation…of snowflakes
poem by David Whalen
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Dust In The Wind
Music : Kerry Livgren
Lyrics: Kerry Livgren
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Now, Don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
song performed by by Scorpions
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Dust 2...
If dust could only talk
What would we hear it say?
Before it's brushed aside
Just as it's swept away
It's just the evidence
It's of no consequence
It's only flesh and bone
Why don't you leave it alone?
If dust could only speak
Caught in a falling beam
If dust could only cry
If dust could only scream
For it's the single witness that might testify
Could I spit out the truth?
Or would you rather just swallow a lie?
But dust is always caught behind a coat of pain
Beneath the marble fingernails of kings and saints
And in the theatre curtain where they hang a drape
Or in the ticket pocket where your hands escape
Before they start to wander
Or they start to shrink
You rub your eye a little and appear to blink
And then she caught you staring
She knows what you're thinking
What got into you is not a ghost as such
It was just dust
Here comes the juggernaut
Here come The Poisoners
They choke the life and land
And rob the joy from us
Why do they taste of sugar?
Oh, when they're made of money
Here come the Lamb of God
And the butcher's boy, Sonny
Well, I believe we just
Become a speck of dust
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Dust In The Wind
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Flash before my eyes of curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Now
Don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and Sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
song performed by by Kansas
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What Are We?
WHAT ARE WE?
What are we?
Dust of the earth
Dust of the stars
Thinking dust
Dreaming dust
Loving dust
Dust of Dust
God’s Dust
What are we?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Dust
As we drift through life
like a speck of dust in the air
seeking out good times
in which to share
with this heart that really cares
and as we drift through the days
our hopes start to fade
seeking dreams we never made
on a road never paved
with crumbled foundations that we had laid
waiting patiently for the dust to settle
in the hope that things get better
as I sit and write this letter
in my mind I try to be clever
seldom am I ever
in this world i`m never
will this dust remain forever
poem by Joseph Whelan
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Sonnet: God, I wish to be a speck of dust near Thy feet!
I happen to be just a speck of dust,
O God, how can I ever question Thee?
To be worthy to touch Thy feet, I must
Be lucky to be blessed by Thee, sinfree!
And if Thou walk’st the road, my home nearby,
How happy my heart and my mind would be?
When back to life I’ll come, after I die
I wish to see Thee in Heaven, surely.
And though from earthly clod, Thou had me made,
Mysteriously but with a divine aim,
Let me from Thee through sins of mine, ne’er fade,
But reach the place of Mirth from whence I came.
Let me a speck of dust lie near Thy feet,
And never be displaced or ev’r retreat.
poem by John Celes
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Speck Like Me
I’m often perplex that the same God who made the heavens and the earth took time to make a speck like me.
Why would the same God who put water in the lakes, oceans and seas; want to create a speck like me?
For I can’t fly
like His birds. Neither can I shine like his sun. But low and behold He is still proud of a speck like me.
Now, in this world there are those who seem to believe that they are bigger than life, but they too are only a speck like me.
Sometimes I am amazed of the magic that is done
It all started with something insignificant
Like dust,
Sticking on a window pane, and I want it
Dusted off, it is dirt, it is unwanted,
And I do not even know what to do next
About such
Insignificance and feelings of simply
Trying to get rid of dust immediately,
But then, I begin to think about this
Dust, this me, this dust in me,
Some dusts on my feet, some dusts on
My forehead, and some dusts in my ears,
Some dusts in my eyes so obstructive
Of what I really am, and I know what to do next,
The bulb lighting in my head in a sudden,
I touch the dust,
I feel the dust with my fingers, and I am crazy enough
I taste the dust on my window pane,
And I shiver,
I am shaking to its taste, the taste of nothingness
If was from dust that I really come,
I now remember,
It will be to dust that I shall return,
I am now reminded,
And the dust that I used to see
As dirt, as something so insignificant, is now,
A magical patch, glistening, so filled with meaning,
I am nothing but dust; I am biting the dust,
I am very insignificant, in that window pane, at first.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Try Again
What would you do
To get to me
What would you say
To have your way
Would you give up
Or try again
If I hesitate
To let you win
Or would you be yourself
Or play your role
Tell all the boys
Or keep it low
If I say no
Would you turn away
Or play me off
Or would you stay
[Chorus]
At first you succeed
Dust yourself off and try it again
You can dust it off and try it again
At first you succeed
Dust yourself off and try it again
You can dust it off and try it again
I went to you
You went to me
But I cant let it go
So easily
Not 'til I see
What this could be
Be eternity
Or just a week
Your chemistry
Is off the change
Is perfect now
But will it change
This aint a yes
This aint a no
Just do your thang
At first you succeed
Dust yourself off and try it again
You can dust it off and try it again
At first you succeed
Dust yourself off and try it again
You can dust it off and try it again
[Hook]
If you dont wanna throw it all away
Might be shy on the first date
What about the next date
um
song performed by by Aaliyah from Aaliyah
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An Old Fisher In The Green
A man, this man, alone in the green,
a little, tiny sand, a speck in the sea.
He used to be a torrent, a veritable blizzard,
ready to weather the storms, this strong fisher.
Then these little fish, to him flocked,
and his heart gave in, collapsed in him, and gave him quite a start.
He took the fish and laid it out, gave it his breath,
and as it looked, its eyes glowed hot, and took from him the rest.
Then it became a fisherman, but one that knew its gift,
it indeed was a fisherman who helped its once-known kin,
what a wondrous man this fish did make, reveling in this skin,
it indeed was a better fisherman who helped its once-known kin.
And so this old fisherman, living on his last breath,
lived only to help the fish he helped, until his last, his death.
His last was given to a fish he deemed demure, a wriggling sickly thing,
he gave it his last, he did, he did, though it remained a fish.
He gave his all, he did, he did, till this fish became enlarged,
yet still not a man did it make, but instead became in charge,
a shark it made, it did, it did, and it hounded out,
till once again, it did, it hid, became the rounder out.
The fishermen were thrown on their guards, this shark was so enlarged,
till all was dust upon the sea, and the old man was set free.
The vision just though may it be,
became but dust upon the sea
till all was dust to dust upon the sea,
and the old man, weak, was at last set free.
poem by Kevin Maroney
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The Praise of Dust
'What of vile dust?' the preacher said.
Methought the whole world woke,
The dead stone lived beneath my foot,
And my whole body spoke.
'You, that play tyrant to the dust,
And stamp its wrinkled face,
This patient star that flings you not
Far into homeless space.
'Come down out of your dusty shrine
The living dust to see,
The flowers that at your sermon's end
Stand blazing silently.
'Rich white and blood-red blossom; stones,
Lichens like fire encrust;
A gleam of blue, a glare of gold,
The vision of the dust.
'Pass them all by: till, as you come
Where, at a city's edge,
Under a tree-I know it well-
Under a lattice ledge,
'The sunshine falls on one brown head.
You, too, O cold of clay,
Eater of stones, may haply hear
The trumpets of that day
'When God to all his paladins
By his own splendour swore
To make a fairer face than heaven,
Of dust and nothing more.'
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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A Beautiful Fairy And The Fairy Dust Rain
Around this time of the year
The arrival of Spring is near
The arrival of Spring is almost here
And I'll happily be one with the spirits of nature
I'll completely embrace the magic of spring
As well as the wonder of nature
And the many other worldly pleasures
Around this time of the year
I await the fairy dust rain
Surrounded by trees and flowers
And many other things that are green
I await the arrival of the fairy dust rain
And many other sights of nature just waiting to be seen
A beautiful fairy flutters down from the sky
And lands down in front of me
She's almost as tall as me
We greet each other
And our hopes are the same
As we wait for the fairy dust rain
In the meantime
The beautiful fairy shows me her gifts of magic
And shares her knowledge with me as well
After periods of time have gone by
Fairy dust begins to rain down from the sky
The fairy dust rain has finally arrived
And we share the smiles and laughter
You ask me for a dance
And I don't hesitate to pass up this chance
We dance
Surrounded by flowers
Surrounded by trees
Surrounded by the fairy dust rain
After dancing
We look into each other's eyes
And then up to the skies
As the fairy dust rain continues to fall
Our eyes then return to each other
And we share a hug
You flutter your wings a little
Shaking off some of the fairy dust that's covered them
You tell me you're staying with me
At least for the time being right now
Little by little
We're being lightly covered in the fairy dust rain
Beautiful fairy
I must say that these moments we share
They're memorable and precious
You echo your feelings and sentiments to me as well
As the fairy dust rain continues to fill the air
Side by side
We stand together
Loving what's happening
But most importantly
We enjoy the sight of the fairy dust rain
poem by Justin Gildow
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The Praise of Dust
'What of vile dust?' the preacher said.
Methought the whole world woke,
The dead stone lived beneath my foot,
And my whole body spoke.
'You, that play tyrant to the dust,
And stamp its wrinkled face,
This patient star that flings you not
Far into homeless space.
'Come down out of your dusty shrine
The living dust to see,
The flowers that at your sermon's end
Stand blazing silently.
'Rich white and blood-red blossom; stones,
Lichens like fire encrust;
A gleam of blue, a glare of gold,
The vision of the dust.
'Pass them all by: till, as you come
Where, at a city's edge,
Under a tree - I know it well -
Under a lattice ledge,
'The sunshine falls on one brown head.
You, too, O cold of clay,
Eater of stones, may haply hear
The trumpets of that day
'When God to all his paladins
By his own splendour swore
To make a fairer face than heaven,
Of dust and nothing more.'
poem by G.K. Chesterton from The Wild Knight and Other Poems (1900)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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God’s With You; Are You With God?
God made man from dust of earth;
To dust, we’ll surely return;
God made man with soul and so,
Man seeks God and divine mirth!
No servant becomes Master;
No creature, Creator;
Yet, man was made in God’s image;
God’s love, no one can gauge.
Man is just a speck of dust
And lives in sin, pride and lust;
Yet, God loves man so deeply,
And forgives him so neatly.
Man lives on earth by grace of God;
His days are pre-destined by Lord;
All things just happen by God’s nod;
But our sins could get His rod!
Man strives to seek the unseen God;
But God is always within him;
Estranged from God is man in sin,
And life on earth turns rather grim!
Why waste your precious time in sin?
Why gather wealth meant for the bin;
Why spoil your health with drugs and gin?
Is your soul befitting Heaven?
Confess your sins to God, man.
Repent; increase your life-span;
Do more good and tilt the pan
In your favor, when you can.
poem by John Celes
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Nightfall In The Rose-Garden
Ashes to ashes,
Meal to roots of roses:
One-way street in petals falling,
Dust to dust.
The lowering sun sucks
From blown blossoms,
Their colours that go
At last to dust.
Death is in the seed
Bud, root and leaf
Which have no choice
But dust.
From death to death,
The cycle onward blindly
Rolls its endless way
From dust to death.
I, in the falling dusk
Go slowly blind to all.
And shall too, eventually,
Be dust.
poem by Roy William Gotaas
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Sunshine and Dust Motes
I am captured here
behind velvet walls,
winging birds outside the window.
Time is my bunk-mate;
Gentle Regrets
sweeten my tea:
the passon fruit has decayed
and yet
I make of this an odd contentment;
even Lonliness can be a friend
if you have no other;
I made of this my strange concoction
which grows upon you such
that its deficiences
can seem in time strangely beautiful;
but this, too, is the lonliness of knowing
no one can understand
this odd beauty
but I.
So I smooth the table cloth
and dust the furniture
watch the dust motes fly
glittering momentarily;
the sun behind
illuminating them;
creating the illusion
that dust flying
is a star.
And each one is I
fluttering ever so gently
to the inevitable ground
but retrieved every now and again
by gentle
household breezes
which I stir
to save them.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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After You Speak
After you speak
And what you meant
Is plain,
My eyes
Meet yours that mean,
With your cheeks and hair,
Something more wise,
More dark,
And far different.
Even so the lark
Loves dust
And nestles in it
The minute
Before he must
Soar in lone flight
So far,
Like a black star
He seems -
A mote
Of singing dust
Afloat
Above,
The dreams
And sheds no light.
I know your lust
Is love.
poem by Edward Thomas
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Water from the Dust
Just as the pang melted the pain of birth, touching the inner
shadow of blooming sweet on the glittering eyes of the mother
has wonder the passion of life, in the honey comb of the womb
as it welcome the night comes another unbelievable daylight,
unwavering pinnacle of a beautiful sunrise hover the cloudy sky
of victory of a little child born in the midst of a tiny clot of dust
in the moisture of hyacinth dew
perfect as the creator, mystery shade the pavement of
existence that life step forward to the destined heaven of the
highest most journey where, once all were citizen has fall and
will return; a returning home of joy and happiness of the
Father bosom arm
weak tells me the same, and the strength that i owe, invites
to come to know the direction, of one has to go and the
memory has gone; yoke of what is today, as the future fade
for everybody has to stay, that each end is just a only a dust in
the wondering water it surpass of stream to play
leave my breathe away, squander all the given moment of
the past, and never tell the soul that the dust comes from heart
leaves no direction forever more.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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From Dust To Dust
This body will perish must
From air to air, from dust to dust
Or Water to water...
Yet we fight!
For our right to win the Flesh, The Buck, the Power..
But Nothing will remain.
Neighbor will laugh at my folly,
In my absence,
Because I was silly
Committing the same mistake.
Knowing nothing remains....
Everybody will go from ash to ashes,
From dust to dust...
From fire we come,
Remain in Water,
Stay in Fire and go to Dust!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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