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Pebble Passage Through Water

pebble rough pebble
smooth seen
vein colour adored

which makes
most beautiful ripples
on dark water?

behold beauty
of ripples
forget not
sound of entry

poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Pebble

I toss a pebble in the brook.
I close my eyes then take a look.
I see the ripples in circular form
and watch it increase in size.

When the water becomes still again
I toss another stone.
Being able to do this continuous thing
while I’m all alone

calms my mind and brings me peace.
And I forget for these minutes of time
everything that troubles me.
And I understand that I’m

just like the pebble I throw.
I create an effect that I know
makes ripples on the folks I meet
wherever it is I go.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Poetic Waters

behold this vast lake
silent serene waters
moonlight shimmers
upon life ephemeral
crystal cut wavelets

crystal wavelets dance
whisper in moonlit breeze
breeze blow cool upon
warm flesh homage perceiving
perceiving wisdom in vast

depth shimmer creative waters

in dawn’s yellow finger
light fresh beauty focus shapes
depth colour light touch
sound scent stir movement
life springs forth creates

creation dawn serenade
smell scent rhythm fresh
before hot overhead noon sun
time bestows eyes philosophy
divinity mind dream wakes

cast a pebble
upon surface
light reflective waters
watch time
spread wave rings

spread forth uniform
wave ripples spread forth
harmonic embrace minds

pebble sinks
deep embrace
welcomed by
wisdom’s waters
pebble rough

or smooth
passed on
seen in
third eye
memory

pebble or rock
shaped perception
is ever gone
seen no more
passage enfolds

enlightenment

shape formatic embraces
review rapid ripples harmonic
contemplate message symmetry
singer sing songs freeborn
on breeze string stir vibrations

remember
wisdom encoded
words
singer rock
are seen no more

poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Silent Remembrance

The waves wash against the rocks,
And sadly turn away -
I hear the sound of my internal clock
Like a car speeding on a highway.

A silent pebble makes ripples on the water,
And slowly vanishes into the deep,
The sun sets in the day's third quarter,
As I sit alone on the shore and weep.

There was a similar setting a few years back -
Only it was filled with happiness and love;
A spark of romance that life currently lacks
A curse brought down upon me from above.

I loved my girl and she loved me too
Like Romeo & Juliet in a Shakespeare's tale:
We'd hold each other for hours under the sky - dark blue,
And share our romance with the omnipresent gale.

We had a perfect life filled with smiles -
A bond of unity that was hard to end -
The love flowed like the eternal Nile;
I was proud to have the most beautiful girlfriend

But then the sea that we adored
Betrayed us & sold her to death;
Her lifeless body washed ashore
Leaving me alive but taking away my breath

poem by Somnath Roy
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I Never Had Time To Explain Myself

there were stones thrown
on the water and so there were ripples
like the pain

the pain goes on and on
like circles spreading beyond a certain point

of my tolerance
my tongue forms some words like hammers

to hit the nails right on their faces
to break the monotony of destruction

without rivets no dovetails but
the story has become like a code of the samurai

to you, and you swing your head like arms
in disbelief how can all these be true he is not like this

and you become like a bone in my throat and i like
to remove every obstruction one by one

but i do not have the pleasure of keeping you
my hands inside my pocket are mine alone

the pebble inside it is warm and smooth
my treasure and like my conscience i keep it

inside my heart. I keep seeing ripples and then
i do not mind how many stones how far they spread.

i owe no one and no one owes me
i am an island and i wish there are no boats docked on my shore

any time, somewhere, any more.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pebble Justice

he picks up a pebble
and throws it into the sea
from a cliff
he asks: this is not a place
for pebbles
so this is not a pebble
i will return it to the sea
and be with the sands
and shells and
waves and winds
and seaweeds
and crabs

does he not wonder at all
if he has the power to decide where a pebble must be?

sometimes people assume so much
behaving like a god

must he think a little deeper and realize
that what is proper for the people is not proper for a pebble
that pebbles too have minds of their own
and who know if the same pebble to thinks
that the cliff is not the place of man
assuming to be its own god?

must he be considerate enough that pebbles too have
their own invisible feet
and well developed brains
and that when the man throws it into the sea
on the ground only of
impropriety
that the pebble may have objected it vehemently and could have
used its own hidden powers
but only that it did not show it
by reason of pity that this man
is so dumb
and so limited
in the flesh of its
own selfish
understanding?

does he not know that a pebble too demands respect
have privacy
and soon shall take its
inevitable revenge?

'bury mankind! they have thrown us away
without our consent' that is their clamor now
in their own
Pebble Court using their Pebble law
to be judged later
by their Pebble Magistrates.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Little Ripples

On a tranquil sea.
Are they really that calm?
Can I cross them,
Like a bump in the road.
Do I find the strength
Like in youthful naivety?)
To speed on through
Till one overtakes me
In my mind.
Little ripples.
They scare me so.
I keep swimming day by day.
Eyes just above the ripples.
Little ripples, Little ripples
Be kind to my mind!
The salt water relaxation
Is taking me away
From earthly cares.
But how many more ripples
Can I surmount?
Before I give up
And just become a memory
In peoples minds`.

poem by Peter Vealey
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Spread Your Words Upon The Water

as your words enrich the world
they enrich me also

as people read your words
and understanding grows

with empathy
they may embrace a better destiny

which in small ways
enriches our world

one day God may
smile upon us and say

'What you tried to do. It was good.'

the beauty of your words
is a pebble cast into the water

as the ripples spread and grow
may flow harmony and beauty

therefore spread your words upon the water

Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Dedicated to Kudakwashe Roak Mutama.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Whispers

Sing to me, sing to me
with strength and sweetness.
As my eyes gaze upon your beauty
Swaying softly in the wind.
It's the sun, it's the water
that makes you breathtaking.
A sweet blessing from God above.
Nothing compares to the softness of a flower,
The captivating smell of a rose.
I escape to your bosom,
While tantalizing winds brushes my nose.
I could get lost in the
complete desire of love.
Laying in the field of soft grass,
Under an oak two centuries old.
And a pebble I threw causes
ripples in the trickling brook below.
Whisper to me, Whisper to me,
I haven't died and gone to heaven,
Because I'm lost in the flight of a dove.

poem by Carlene Maddux
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A Pebble In My Shoe

a pebble in my shoe
i want it removed

a pebble in my shoe
a disturbance
in my mind

a pebble in my shoe
an enemy
in my feet

yet wait
let me recall
a grain of sand
inside the clam

a pearl
in my hand

once a pebble
in my shoe

let me walk again
let me remember

the pearl
in the clam

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Reflection of God

Thoughts are like ripples,
gently flowing over
the surface of the mind.

Deep inside us
we bear the image of God,
the ripples of thought break that image
into fragments.

It is as if you are looking in
a lake full of ripples-
It is a full moon night,
and the lake is reflecting
the beautiful moon.

But the lake is full of ripples
You cannot gather the moon together;
the moon goes on splitting
into a thousand fragments.
The whole lake seems to be
spread over by the moon-
the silvery beauty, softly broken apart;
many a fragments is seen floating-
all around.

Then the wind stops,
the ripples disappear:
those fragments start falling into one moon.
The silver that was spread
all over the lake,
now becomes more concentrated
into one place - into one moon.

When the lake
is completely without ripples,
the moon is reflected perfectly.
God is reflected perfectly
when there is no ripple in you.

poem by Nazmul Haque
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Finding A New Pebble

Meeting you is like
Finding a new pebble
Out at sea. I don’t
see

Any similarity
with
The rest

i say
you're unique

And
no one
Believes this pebble
in my hand is
Something significant

In fact
Everyone does
Not really mind
At all
Saying it is
Nothing but a
A very ordinary
pebble

But in my heart
It isn’t
It is something
That
Amazes me
with its texture
of solidity
and
metallic color

it has
Changed the way
i look
At all the pebbles
on the
shore

you lied.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just One Touch...

Just one touch,
Unknowingly…
Imprints of silent love…
Fragrance of fingers…
Myriads of self kisses
On the same spot,
Later in the secrecy
Of bedroom.
As a pebble dropped in rill,
Thousand romantic ripples…

poem by Fabiyas M V
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Pebbles

pillow of comfort and ease
like pebbles over the waving stream
soothing, authentic and pebbling
my eyes see each pebble
as it glitters beyond the still water(s)
and smiles back at me in awe
each pebble utters a thousand words
with one but different meanings
for one word
a diverse attitude of meaning,
i rise to my body and pebbled
by the waves on the banks of the river
footing towards, to pick a pebble
as i close(d) my eyes to rest
on my pillow...

poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Ripples In The Water

Once a week I go to Battery Park
To recharge my life's batteries;
I watch the ripples in the water
Made by the tugboats pulling their cargo.
The many ripples remind me
Of the city and its multi-ethnic background;
A panorama of life on the subway
As I travel on my way to work.
Since my retirement, I journey not to toil
But rather find myself by the riverside,
Relaxing and energizing my thoughts
As I observe, the ripples in the water.

poem by Hugh D. Wright
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Pebble

Time ia pebble
Life is water
Comeup with pebble
To make life pure
And truthful.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Ambition

what i hold inside my pocket is just a pebble.
it is all that i have now.

i take it again put it on the table and look at its face closely
you know that it has no eyes
or hands or feet, i let it stay there as though there is only one pebble

in this universe of sands, i listen.
i let time stop for a while.

i look at the sky tonight and there are so many stars.
they are so distant you know that and you feel that

i take the pebble back in my pocket,
there will be no exchange, it is enough for my anchor
it is now my own rock.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beach Pebble

Everyone has
at one time or other,
picked up a pebble on the beach,
turned it over in their hands,
sensed something of its uniqueness,
how millions of years have gone to the splitting
and the smoothing of the rock,
to the perfect shaping of the pebble.
Few of us stop and think for longer.
It is a momentary glimpse into an eternal process,
but we dropp the pebble and carry on walking along the beach.

poem by Howlin' Dervish
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About You Then

YOU WERE a pebble
on the road
it was muddy
and it rained, and
i picked you from
that unspeakable
mess, and
i kept you warm in
my hand
even talked to you
and i polished you
and people
adored you until
you transformed into
a star
and you acquired
light
and speed and you
found your place in the
skies
at night you shine
like any other
star
you are so distant
and
untouchable
my palms miss you
my eyes can
only have the look
my heart
can only have
that lightness
when you were once
a pebble
inside my
hold.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Concentric

Pebble tossed into waters deep
Ripples awakened… from gentle sleep
Concentric rings of force in search
Of mossy banks ‘gainst which to lurch
And said stone sinks deep…deep
To mossy floor…watched by perch
…then seen no more…

Small rock I tossed, wraps silt around
Then snuggles deep into muddy ground
And sudden silence, not a peep!
It calmly falls into stony sleep
On mossy floor…in water deep
To visions of rapids and craggy shore
Watched by tadpoles
…then seen no more…

Pebble tossed into waters dank
By chance and fate, and cosmos swept
At random picked from rocky bank
Like life and Nature's mysteries kept
By chance and fate, by love and hate
We're children not of choice, but chance…
Given only a summary glance
Then seen no more
…no more…

poem by David Whalen
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A Pebble In The Ocean

I dropp
I dropp a pebble in to the ocean
just to see
just to see if there will be some kind of explosion

But I don't know
no I don't know
which way this worlds going to go
the summer
the summer seems like its ready to snow
and winter
winter wants to have summers glow.

so I throw
I throw a pebble into the ocean
just to see if there will be some kind of explosion

I'm waiting for it to explode
with all the destruction we cause it never seems to go
the smoke
the smoke makes the ocean
makes the ocean choke
the bottle doesn't reach you
the message was my love note that I wrote
for you
I wrote a love note for you
and now the maps gone missing
and I haven't got a clue
I don't know what to do
all I know is I want you.

So I dropp
I dropp a pebble in to the ocean
just to see
just to see if there will be some kind of explosion.
Yes I dropp
I dropp a pebble in to the ocean
just to see
just to see if there will be some kind of explosion.

poem by Daniel McCann
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