How she loved diamonds, her birthstone.
Literally diamonds were her best friends.
She worked very hard and each piece
of jewelry she bought made her happy.
Cluster of diamonds or solitaires, emeralds
and sapphires with diamonds set in precious
metals of gold or platinum, earrings, bracelets,
necklaces in gold and Rolex gem-set watches.
The most precious ones were the four carat diamond
solitaire ring, the twelve carat graduated
Riviere necklace bought at auctions and the Rolex
watch with diamond-set bezel and dial.
She collected her precious jewels for decades.
Those precious jewels were her pride and joy.
Her eyes sparked when she showed them, and
her excitement filled the room with joy.
She died ten years ago, and her eldest daughter
kept them without sharing any with her sister.
Where are the precious jewels now?
Sold, pawned, or given away?
Come one, come all, to the grand affair!
The emperor sells his finest robes bare!
After a child called out: "He has no clothes"
What would the crowd bid for those?
The emperor beamed, modelling his finest gown.
Woven in gold thread, with jewels all around.
Silks and satins, woven with skill in fancy seams,
To be auctioned off, as the suit of his dreams.
The crowd cheered, adoring his gall and pride,
While hiding their giggles and snickers aside.
“Such courage!” they cried with a mischievous grin,
To auction off his birthday suit he was born in!
The auctioneer cried: "Now come on what is bid"
For the world finest, in invisible clothes hid.
For these Emperor clothes are fit for a King!
Who knows what fame and fortune they will bring?
The room ignited, the bidding went wild,
As emperor posed, smiled; he was so beguiled!
"Sold!" cried the auctioneer, banging his hammer,
To the nudist, wearing his pride with such glamour.
Date of submission: 8/20/22
I see auctions of emotions in this world.
Not every emotion is respected;
So, ignorance prevails to cut both good and bad deeds.
Life is a comic of emotions
Which creates emoticons
Even from remote reactions.
When hope hops to heap happiness,
Numerous people hold hardwork with humbleness
For gracious grins and gorgeous greens
To be gifted by heaven with the blessings of bravery.
Success favours efforts
Efforts favour dreams
Dreams render hope
Hope renders the poetic sea of life
And each life searches for it's comic of positive emotions.
List of emotions in this poem:
1.Hope
2.Happiness
3.Humbleness
4.Bravery
5.Motivation
6.Optimism
7.Persistence to work hard
8.Peace
9.Positivity
10.Dreamy
Contest name: Strong Emotions
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
You wise me up faster
To avoiding disaster
Gradually becoming a forecaster
Life's riddle painted me a master
But don't call me a pastor
Cum fasting, I ain't a taskmaster
The mixed differences of two
Can never be measured of blue
You love me, oh mine
Your trust on me assign
Duties beyond heart to fall in line
That factual auctions are redefine
In every activity of the vine
How atmosphere's spells shine
Thy love so genuine
Doubts couldn't ruin
I will remember now and evermore
These and more I heartily adore
To the needful core
Of mess not ignore
And fears you duly cure its metaphor
By which I conquered the mental war
Into background check
By which faults wreck
You lead me aright
Yet you never alight
From the bus of my mind; sitting tight
To continually beep the ray of thy light
Around my heart's sight
Dewing canals; not embracing its delight
You stare, my heart grasp
Gazing either cool or rasp
My soul and mind is now of concern
Even in uncertainty, I've got to learn
All your speaking
Gets brain seeking
Forgotten tales of old wisdom's root
Walking in the wilderness of ideas barefoot
My fearless daring
Assist me cheering
A K-8 school, J.S. Waters, was roundly chastised today
Its students held a 'mock' slave auction
This happened in March, in North Carolina, in the year 2022
White students sold black students as slaves, and used the n-word too
One boy went for $350, later he was clubbed with a baseball bat
So, if you roll your eyes over 'Racism?' --in the USA?
~ You ought to think long and hard about that
Fire the principal, the teachers involved, expel the white participants too
Throw the book at the adults, and at those white kids too
Make an example of these horrid beasts, so this NEVER happens again...
We dare not wonder why Civil War wounds have yet to mend
Do you think we shall forget the chains and bonds you shipped us in,
the stench of sweat and death swelling our nostrils,
the world you brought us to, to do you toil, the auctions of
our bodies, the abuse we took?
We shall not forget. You have given us the weapon.
We shall take the knowledge you offered. The new laws to sustain
the culture, and by the hands of slaves, our martyrs, and the people.
We shall strike the powerful blow, that will release time.
Black doctors, black teachers, black businesses, black homeowners.
A BLACK PRESIDENT!
"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
I remember wonderful childhood days
many special ones were spent with my Dad
reminiscing makes me sad in some ways
Going with you to auctions made you glad
watching the bidding sometimes was a bore
bittersweet memories make me feel sad
You took me to auctions and antique stores
We ate cooked onions and steamed red hot dogs
You bid on the set with the white drawers
It wasn't the one with the pinecone knobs
excited you won the white bedroom set
dreaming of pink bedding in catalogues
For years we laughed about that winning bet,
it wasn't the one you wanted me to get
11/19/2020
Contest: Terza Rima Form
Sponsor: Constance La France
The suddenness of desertion,
the emptiness of time
Abandoning each moment,
as clocks strike their chime
And wherego the hours,
once used and cast off
Are there auctions and markets
for each second that’s lost
And who’s to recount
the old wishes unprayed
With days ever changing,
and voices relayed
The end a beginning,
the beginning an end
To drift in its circle
—time never respent
(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)
Let's burn their flag
their Confederate flag
The flag of traitors, of betrayers
Let's burn their flag
Let's light them on fire
their Confederate flags
The flags of those who humiliated
the once-noble African race
selling them down-river at auctions
Let's light their Confederate flags on fire
These traitors hated all blacks -- in THAT,
they were unbiased -- I've witnessed the
snarl on their lips trying to say '*****,'
spitting out, contemptuously, 'Ni-gra.'
These betrayers pleaded 'States Rights'
when they knew damn well that no
state has the right to grant freedom
to some, while denying it to others,
whose blood is as red as their brothers...
So, let's burn their flags
their Confederate flags
Let's burn them all, light them on fire
and ban them forever and aye
Yard Sales are the
Macy’s of Saturday shopping,
On a budget that fits in my coin purse.
written for contest
07/27/2019
What is it about a lie everyone feels it something they have to do, why cant people just state what is true.
People can not own there own auctions, the put on different shows for different people there's different attraction.
Can anyone one this earth be 100% real, be true to themselves and other on how they really feel,
I am including myself with what I have to say, why for even me the truth is so hard somedays,
Can a person stop lying when they know its breaking your heart, why cant it stop b4 ur torn all apart,
What do they feel when ur dying inside, why do they believe that they tried?
Day after day lie after lie, can destroy a person and not have to try,
My Grandmother's Hands
My Grandmother's hands told many tales
Of scrubbing steps and broken nails
Hand-washing clothes in enamel sink
Red football socks turned white towels pink
When not baking cakes at the old gas stove
Rag-rugs with old scraps of material she wove
Pantry shelves filled with powdered egg
Homemade rice pudding sprinkled with nutmeg
Sea-coal burning on an open coal fire
Bread on a toasting fork burning like a pyre
Grandma plumping up pillows from beneath granda’s head
Applying ointment to sores caused by being confined to bed
Hours spent at auctions bidding with her hand
Buying an incomplete bed wasn't what she planned
Back home in time for tea, crumpets and homemade strawberry jam,
I can still recall the smell of it, bubbling in the pan
Switching tv channels with a flick of her wrist
That’s how we did it back then, when remotes did not exist
Working hard all of her life, meeting everyone's demands
Every line and wrinkle told a story
On my Grandmother's hands
She has taken herself
Off the open market
And made herself available
To the wealthy at private auctions
Wearing only the finest
In silks and satin's and sparkling diamonds
And though everything she wears is new
She herself is a hand me down
Shared for the price of Tiffany bracelet
Or an Oscar De La Renta dress
Longing for happiness
Praying that someone might keep her
Never seeing that she is kept
The old Victorian toys in good condition are terrifiC
And collecting rare stamps or cards is very colourfuL
When I saw these gems I knew I had a huge bonanzA
But please do be very careful when you attend auctionS
Some road shows you can find wonderful furniture antquieS
Are you under the spell for old Japanese motorbikes like SuzukI
Lots of comics and magazines can also bring a touch of pure magiC
Yes it can be real fun and rewarding looking at some rare motor carS
© Copyright K.C.Leake
24th November 2015
All Rights Reserved
She has taken herself
Off the open market
And made herself available
To the wealthy at private auctions
Wearing only the finest
In silks and satin's and sparkling diamonds
And though everything she wears is new
She herself is a hand me down
Shared for the price of Tiffany bracelet
Or an Oscar De La Renta dress
Longing for happiness
Praying that someone might keep her
Never seeing that she is kept
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