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 Sep 2014
Poetic T
I am but one grain
Falling,
Descending,
Gliding,
Through air, I do fall
I land among many,
I am but a moment in Time,
Now passed & *gone.
Joe Cole Challenge
 Sep 2014
Tryst
One more **** fool woman,
One more reason why
One more broken useless man needs
One more glass of rye;

No more **** fool women,
No more reasons why;
No more “Plenty grains of sand”,
No more *“No more **** rye!”
First published 12th Sept 2014, 20:15 AEST.
 Sep 2014
Jack
~

Here within my weathered hand, I hold a tiny grain of sand
To signify the love I hold within my heart for you
Although it seems so very small, I really tried to hold them all
But holding every grain of sand is something I can’t do

So please except this grain from me and very shortly you will see
That you are now my every thought, the one that I adore
For soon enough your hand will reach and set it down upon the beach
And know I love you more than every grain upon the shore
Written for Joe Cole's weekly challenge. Thanks agin Joe, this is so much fun and this my friend was a difficult one.
 Sep 2014
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~

*Once, I was a hard sand stone
Neither had I made a tune nor a tone
I had broken after a strong shock wave
From a waterfall, I had fallen into a pothole but could not settle

After I was moving with a long stream as a rolling stone
Now I have no edge but only passing a phase
A few days ago, I discovered myself as a grain of sand
And day by day, I have been drowning beneath the ocean

~~

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Reply to the dearest Poet Joe Cole's this week challenge:
this poem is based on life how it has become changed in course of time like a rolling stone to a grain.

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(Joe Cole's Challenge)

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 Sep 2014
chimaera
[for Joe Cole's prompt]*
~~~

Grain of sand?
I have no remembrance
of me being a grain of sand.

All I can tell you about
is this me you can see:

this glassy transparence,
a melted me,
metamorphosed
by fire.

Seemless frontier,
I can't but to split
daring to reach
the other side.

Grief, from this
sandy longing?

Yes, you may
say that's me.
*sil·i·ca\ˈsi-li-kə\
noun
: a chemical that contains silicon, that is found in sand and quartz, and that is used to make glass
Full Definition
: the dioxide of silicon SiO2 occurring in crystalline, amorphous, and impure forms (as in quartz, opal, and sand respectively)
Origin: New Latin, from Latin silic-, silex hard stone, flint.
First use: circa 1801*

In: Merriam Webster dictionnary

[sorry, Joe, forgot about the eight lines' rule...]
 Sep 2014
Shaded Lamp
Some sparkle, others don't
grains of sand on the beach.
Some coarse, the rest smooth
few close, most out of reach.
All laid down to lifes cycle
worn a little more with each relentless tide.
Formed, broken or evolving?
From "Big bang" to this beach, a cosmic ride.
Grain of sand poem for Mr. Cole.
 Sep 2014
nivek
the grains of sand between my toes;
are all brothers, and sisters
 Sep 2014
SG Holter
I cut myself on the shards
Of the hourglass
I broke open to
Count the grains of
Time spent on equally
Meaning-
Less
Activities.
 Sep 2014
Urmila
A grain of sand,
Once part of a desert dune,
Taken away by a windstorm,
Parted too soon

Regal was the life,
In the dune where I was born,
Unearthed now,
From my existence torn

A wandering gypsy,
I'm one with the wind,
From all my attachments,
Unhinged, unhinged
The subject, "A Grain of Sand", inspired by Joe Cole's challenge this week.
Thank you, Mr. Cole. Enjoyed writing with such a subject in mind.
 Sep 2014
Rupal
No fence, no boundary
No gate, no door.
A grain of sand
Is all I am.

No name, no fame
No pain, no gain.
A grain of sand
Is all I am.

No copyright, no issue
No love, no hate.
A grain of sand
Is all I am.
Thanks Joe for this humbling exercise. Made me think that in HIS scheme of things we are but, " a grain of sand"... What is there in this world created by us that we can be proud of. Just a false and meaningless ego...
 Sep 2014
Joe Cole
I wander the sandy wastes and the deserts barren plains, they have their own stark beauty washed clean by infrequent rains

Each grain of sand an art form carved by natures hand, only the blind cannot see the beauty of this land

Stop, look and listen to what natures provided here, the desert has a purpose and the purpose will come clear

Close your eyes and listen to the whispering singing sands, appreciate the beauty of this stark forbidding land
Here's a heads up for my part VI challenge
 Sep 2014
Just Melz
The next time you hold in your hands,
The tiniest little grains of sand
Think of how precious the smallest things can be
Like diamonds, or newborn babies feet.
Then think of the world as a grain of sand
Tiny, precious, and in someone else's hands
If we're lucky, they'll lay us gently back on the beach.
If not, by tomorrow we'll be within the tides reach.
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