A Speck Of A Speck Am I!
a speck of a speck am i!
&
a speck of a speck am i
underneath this vast dome of sky-
no millionth of a second
without changes around me;
activities incessant, both silent and noisy-
every moment new, every moment fresh;
to one who has searching senses
and penetrating vision
no end to wonder, no way to boredom-
the clouds speak in silence
the blue hugs you close
the green kisses the cheeks
the flowers communicate in colours-
endless arrays of universes
shout at their high-pitched silences
crying for our ears and attention
through mind-boggling distances-
o man, be alert and tune yourself
to the unheard voices
and keep your spirit ever in joy!
&
chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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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.
Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.
quote by George Eliot
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Bless Me Such Thousand Births, O God!
i stand like a speck with dreamy eyes
beneath this wide dome of sky
carpeted with ashen clouds
with nothing to impede my vision-
around me cool winds surfing
i am slowly drenched by soft drizzles
of melodies from distant spheres and heavens
in strange languages in soothing voices
and i spin slowly with outstretched arms-
o god! bless me such thousand births!
-s.chandra kalaadhar
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Speck on a Bowl
The speck on the bowl
Tells the imperfection of the whole
Cries in its isolation to be removed
Just a speck on a bowl but how it drives me crazy!
poem by Bill Grace
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Outward Bound
OUT upon the unknown deep,
Where the unheard oceans sound,
Where the unseen islands sleep,--
Outward bound.
Following towards the silent west
O'er the horizon's curved rim,--
Or to islands of the blest,
--He with me and I with him--
Outward bound.
Nothing but a speck we seem
In the waste of waters round,
Floating, floating like a dream,--
Outward bound.
But within that tiny speck
Two brave hearts with one accord
Past all tumult, grief, and wreck,
Look up calm,--and praise the Lord,--
Outward bound.
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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Come Hell Or High Water
Come hell or high water
I will cross the vast expanse of water
Throw anything at me I will dodge it out
Come here hell and I'll make you heaven
Come here high water I'll calm you down.
Let's see who'll beat whom and I'll call you out
Come hell or high water
Let's see what you can do
Let's see how I destroy you
You are no better than a storm
But I am no worse than the red storm on Jupiter too
Let's see how I wipe you out and Make a speck of you
Come hell or high water.
The second I feel the rocking of my ship
I'll take my ship out of you
Then see who's who and I'll defeat you
Come hell or high water
The second I see a ray of light
I'll know your dead
Then Let's see who wins the challenge
The sailor me or just a speck like you!
poem by Paaras Bhardwaj
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The Other, Too, Is You (Auch der andre, der bist du)
What once Earth to me presented
she's already asking back;
comes to take what she had granted,
grasping tender speck by speck.
Strange: the more of hurts I carried
the more beauty showed the land;
What I fought for, gains of merit,
softly falling from my hand.
And the lighter I am getting,
the more heavily I walk:
"Can't you, from your moistened setting,
spare me, Earth? I beg you, talk!"
"No, I cannot spare you, Brother,
need you for the other one;
out of you I'll feed the other:
let him also see the sun.
But relax and do not rue:
For the Other, too 'tis You!"
poem by Peter Rosegger from Mein Lied (1911), translated by Walter Aue
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A Visit from Abroad
A speck went blowing up against the sky
As little as a leaf: then it drew near
And broadened. -- ' It's a bird,' said I,
And fetched my bow and arrows. It was queer!
It grew up from a speck into a blot,
And squattered past a cloud; then it flew down
All crumply, and waggled such a lot
I thought the thing would fall.--It was a brown
Old carpet, where the man was sitting snug,
Who, when he reached the ground, began to sew
A big hole in the middle of the rug,
And kept on peeping everywhere to know
Who might be coming -- then he gave a twist
And flew away . . . . I fired at him but missed.
poem by James Stephens
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A Visit from Abroad
A speck went blowing up against the sky
As little as a leaf: then it drew near
And broadened. -- ' It's a bird,' said I,
And fetched my bow and arrows. It was queer!
It grew up from a speck into a blot,
And squattered past a cloud; then it flew down
All crumply, and waggled such a lot
I thought the thing would fall. -- It was a brown
Old carpet, where the man was sitting snug,
Who, when he reached the ground, began to sew
A big hole in the middle of the rug,
And kept on peeping everywhere to know
Who might be coming -- then he gave a twist
And flew away . . . . I fired at him but missed.
poem by James Brunton Stephens
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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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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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Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
Carl Sagan in Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space
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Just a Speck Dismissed
I declare it,
Erased!
Hatred.
Madness.
And the empty opportunities...
Believed by mentalities like these,
Can stir up by fantasies.
To create and make.
I declare it,
Erased!
Heartache.
Homelessness.
And those becoming hollowed,
With nothing to eat on barren plates.
I declare it,
Erased!
Every kind of sadness,
Appearing on anyone's face.
I declare this erased.
And for truth to take its proper place.
Before denial slaughters...
With a divine everlasting affect.
That has grown tired,
Of the foolishness 'IT' can no longer accept!
I declare it,
Erased!
Hatred.
Madness.
And the empty opportunities...
Believed by mentalities like these,
Can stir up by fantasies.
To create and make.
When the Almighty has lost patience.
And can not wait...
For a massive awakening,
To take place.
In the eternal heavens.
It will be just a speck dismissed...
From the eternal heavens.
Just a speck dismissed...
From the eternal heavens.
It will be just a speck dismissed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The substance of my self (Terzanelle)
The substance of my self remain
in every speck of dignity,
in humility and pain,
the shadow of my soul remains me
in fogged out looks
in every speck of dignity,
in every word, in poems in electronic books
fading away, lamenting, cry
in fogged out looks
every thing, where nostalgia runs dry
in the well of my spirit and soul
fading away lamenting, cry
like a unreachable goal
with love crumbling into hallucinations
in the well of my spirit and soul
flowering like a bunch of bloody carnations.
The substance of my self remain
with love crumbling into hallucinations
in humility and pain.
{References: The shadow of my soul by Federico Garcia Lorca and The shadow of my soul by Roy Campbell.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Dreams Return
The wishing well
trades its last
silver dollar
for a single grain
of the night's
blue salt
silence invests
itself
in a speck
of starlight
now shinning
in the eyes of
the sleeping babe
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Ploughing Time
What is the matter with the landscape?
Familiar landmarks are not there.
Ploughed fields, like squares upon a chessboard,
Today are scattered everywhere.
The newly-harrowed vast expanses
So evenly are spread about,
As though the valley had been spring-cleaned
Or else the mountains flattened out.
And that same day, in one endeavour,
Outside the furrows every tree
Bursts into leaf, light-green and downy,
And stretches skyward, tall and free.
No speck of dust on the new maples,
And colours nowhere are as clean
As is the light-grey of the ploughland
And as the silver-birch's green.
poem by Boris Pasternak
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Don't Lose Your Smiles
Don’t lose your smiles
Know you’re walking smooth miles.
You are in peace
There is darker abyss.
Where every moment is a hell,
Where your misery would pale.
You are better off than what’s around
You are on solid ground.
For many there’s only never ending night
Be thankful for having a speck of light.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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My Greatness In My Smallness
when i stand at the centre of the inverted bowl
of the immense sky as a speck of dust
i feel elated that i had the real measure of me
in the scheme of the universe, undressing all my arrogance;
but when i raise my head to gaze into the blue heavens
and the dark skies littered with star sprays
my heart swells as expansive as the limitless heavens
with mysteries of the universe raining into me in thick showers
journeying millions of light years on tireless wings
bearing the message of love and oneness of souls
though they are gigantic and i, a miniscule of a miniscule.
yes i enjoy this greatness when i realize my smallness!
-s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Perspective
To see the Earth from a distant Star
Would give perspective to who we are:
A speck of dust in a galaxy;
A whirlpool set in an endless sea
Where waves roll on to infinity.
poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
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Enumerations...
not those flowers,
never those summers,
not those rivers, not the sea,
never the ocean
neither the continents nor
the islands
neither the clouds nor the
skies neither the space
nor the galaxies
the grain of sand, a leaf,
adrift,
a pond, and the old frog,
never the storms or the
winds,
neither the alligators nor
the hammers
it is the stone, a butterfly,
a speck of
dust....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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