A poet starves not for the riches of the world,
For the bejewels of the queen or the necklace pearled.
He cares not for the power of the throne,
Nor for his enemy's blood and bone.
He looks not for God in temples and churches,
He hungers for the quill, finding divinity amongst the pages.
This bejeweled heart dazzles
with such fine adornments.
Beads, feathers, and a smile
simmer beneath fragile skin.
A cauldron of courtship,
this bejewels heart dazzles.
Flowers and a long stroll,
you’ve made me vintage decor.
Can I have more of it?
I’ll bathe in what’s timeless.
This bejeweled heart dazzles
with extravagant romance.
A moonlit carriage ride,
the scenery will seduce.
With the allure of the 4 C’s
this bejeweled heart dazzles.
My pal Charlotta bejewels everything she touches and sees
She has done up sweatshirts, coats and pants to their knees
But bedazzling a pumpkin? That seems weird even to me.
I ran right over to see it though, for a peek was totally free.
She started out spray painting the pumpkin black.
Then she cared a spider; her mother gave her no black.
She bejeweled that spider in a glamourous way, not at all mean.
It was the most beautiful carved pumpkin I have ever seen.
As I cooled from primordial cosmic mass as earth,
you oozed out of petrified rocks I am made of,
to be my singular fluid possession, water,
valued asset, unique in the solar system.
You've filled the void of my oceanic heart
with fathomless element of indigo tranquility.
The ceaseless convoy of your curling wave rows
bejewels my silvery satin shore with shining pearls.
I discern you rise from ocean as invisible vapor high,
form fleet of fleeting charcoal cloud in smoky sky,
descend with the storm as shower of sweet rain,
and quench the thirst of my parched terrain.
From my mountain’s carved craggy cauldron
you cascade down as copious sparkling streams,
flow through my verdant forests and fertile plains,
go back to the ocean with the story of our symbiosis.
She peers out dark horizons
Anticipation in the air
Hints of orange magenta
awaken now from their lair
Retreating stars give way, to
fiery streaks in bold relief
Her lucent halo bejewels the sky
~ O come rejoice at light's motif
Horizons cast on harbor mist
As silver fog on waters kissed
In morning light, it greets the eye
Just as moon glow waves good bye
Translucent beams in twinkling hue
Begin to warm the chilly dew
As sunlight peeks to say hello
And hugs the cityscape below
The morning mist, now harbor blue
So gently clears to gift the view
Reflections blaze, a windowed world
Bejewels another day unfurled
2/12/18
Spicy,pungent,crisp
Inhale Autumn's sweet incense
Divine smells of Fall
From the crackling cedar fires
To the pumpkins in the fields
Hot apple cider
Pumpkin pie and roast turkey
Tempting aromas
Epicurean delights
Autumn's bounty feeds the soul
Fall's cascading hues
Mother Nature's paint palette
Bejewels the trees
Our senses all come alive
As Fall too quickly passes
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The breath of fall, a gauzy mist exhaled,
Ascending, burthens seas of dappled gray,
From whence the weeping heart of life unveiled,
Bejewels woods in glistening display;
And there amidst the gilded alder leaves,
The hanging mossy shawls so richly green,
My soul is threaded with the verdant weaves,
Envisioning the epoch Miocene;
Then up ahead, I see my venture's end;
Across a road exists another time;
And once again, I say so long my friend;
Then sadly leave her fragile world behind.
The rip of chainsaws marks another load,
As ancient dead are carried down the road.
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