When lemons are flung your way,
Don't be bitter, and please don't dismay
Instead, pick them up___
One by one,
And mightily squeeze them 'til all the juice is done
Mix very well with some sugary kindness
Now fill the pitcher high with some confidence
VOILA!
Bitterness into sweetness
Look at you, you alchemist
A dandelion flower crowns
the earth,
As taproots plunge through
subterranean night.
Imbibing deep to birth this
brilliant light,
An incandescent, fierce,
vernacular birth.
The emerald leaves unfold in
emerald grace.
To shield the blooming
blossoms as they rise,
Reflecting summer's bright,
celestial skies,
A brief illumination in this
space.
Then transformation claims
the glowing head,
A silver galaxy of gossamer
strands.
With pappus wings above
the fertile lands,
Where microscopic destinies
are spread.
The fleeting seeds, in
aerodynamic flight,
Disperse to claim the
darkness for the light.
ALCHEMIST INFLUENCER-:-
mysterious
hype-ster
transformer
changing
malleable
to GOLD NECROMANCY
buzzing
social
sorcery
thaumaturgy
attracts
with STRATEGIC TRANSMUTATIONING
ambassador
curating
dwimmercraft
protoscientificist
niches
Her cinematic poetry
In alchemist’s laboratory
Sealed love letters tell her story,
inked forevermores.
Surrendering his aching heart
Stark whining sounds when they're apart
She’s not his only from the start,
's off to other shores!
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Josephine M. Buenaventura)
You came for me and I am still flourishing
Obstacles were once on my path now they they are destroyed in my favor
How funny it is to be a golden alchemist
cycles of depression and suffering I transmute so quickly and masterfully
into more of my blessings, I keep on growing and I keep on flourishing
how funny it is to be, a golden alchemist.
Once the music's over
I long to play much more
And dream about a day I'll get
To go with you on tour
I might be chasing rainbows
Outside reality
But my pot of gold lies somewhere
Beyond where eyes can see
Roary the rat was an alchemist with a notorious reputation.
He had been creating gold since his college graduation.
His workshop was located at the London Train station.
He alone had created most of the new treasury for the nation.
Now I shall create silver, he told Raven, his trusty cat.
This might seem odd, for a kitten to be a pet of a rat.
But Roary was not ordinary; and Raven was under a spell.
If the spell stopped working, Roary might find himself in…..
All the music we would make
Your presence near to me inspires
And for you I am here to take
You're the one my heart desires
On a fine red carpet, down
In satin slippers you will walk
Bluebird queen wearing your crown
With me it's not just simply talk
My love for you makes me create
From nothing come heart songs in gold
Of words and rhymes none will abate
Composing them does not get old
So come my love sit next to me
Let me look upon your face
And watch as I craft out an ode
A brand new poesy to embrace
the universe conspires to serve us yet tremulous heart betrays soul
Ralph is the most creative quintessential wizard in Jackson County.
A born alchemist, he spins gold out of a variety of fur and bounty.
His laboratory is not open to the public, but he is related to us.
He conjures masterpieces out of bits of fabric, feathers and dust.
A master at his craft, he delights us with an open house each May.
We all head to Kansas City where the old folks get to happily stay.
The young ones ride the waves of Ralph’s gulf stream wizardry.
Frankly there is no place on earth our crazy family would rather be.
Ralph’s confectionary sweet meats are known by one and all.
We beg to come back in a few months, maybe slide in during the fall.
Ralph is too busy thinking, and only wants to see us once a year.
Yesterday I saw Ralph’s newest castle, fit for a diamond, dog or deer.
Heavy metals make you dumb.
Arsenic, Gold, Plumbum.
Those metals take from the dome.
Why not try nickle, iron, or chrome?
Chlorine, sulfur, and radon will take away your breath.
Carbon, nitrogen, and hydrogen can make meth.
While mercury, zinc, and copper were known to the boomers,
lithium, silicon, and titanium were just late bloomers.
An alchemist corgi in Pocatello
is a nice, but irrational fellow
He walked to Coeur d’Alene
to find fortune and fame
by making gold from a bowl of lime Jell-O
He turns words in to lyrics
Emotions into vowels and nouns
Feeling into verse
He’s a words and music alchemist
A sprinkle of angst
A chorus that would make the angels sing
A phrase that’s stays in your mind
He’s a words and music alchemist
He whispers to your soul
Plays with your brain
Touches your heart
He’s a words and music alchemist
Music is a language
We all can understand
Regardless of your place of birth.
He’s a song writer. An alchemist.
And we wait… we wait for things to get shway
For life to get sweeter
For water to get warmer
For air to get gentle
We wait for oxygen to fill us with extravagance energies
For the breeze to activate our Neurons
We wait… we wait for an Alchemist to come
And bring a change in our lives
The kind of change that we all want
The kind of change that we think we deserve
And we wait, we wait for the universe to get things done for us
We wait....wait and wait until a friend of heavens cease our breath,
And take us to a world
Where there is no wait, no time, no space
Till then, we wait
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