Best Agates Poems
My life, like everybody else’s, is a treasure trove
with a mine from which one’s treasures are derived.
The familial bonds we form are platinum; our friendships gold.
These are precious ores that most souls are born to find with ease.
But all of us have other precious stones we need to mine.
They are the fruit of skills and talents put to their best use.
My treasure trove abounds with gems already -
ones that I discovered as a child.
Though rough in their natural form, most of them I opened
as I grew in understanding of God’s gifts for me.
Others not so easy to break open were able to be shaped,
for once I sought them out inside my mine
and cracked them open. . . their radiance was revealed to me.
Our precious gems, God-given, must not be squandered.
Once mined, they need to be shared.
Artists, teachers, scientists, tradesmen, leaders, even dreamers -
we all have different kinds of gemstones hidden in our mines.
Once, later on in my own life,
I came upon a silver tool used by many different types of artists.
I’d seen it in my youth but hardly used it.
Thousands of words lay embedded in that specific tool God gifted me.
I delved into the depths of my mine and learned
that I could tap and tap the silver worded tool upon each stone,
and finally a gem would then reveal itself to me.
The more I searched for stones to tap,
The more wondrous were the nuggets that appeared -
And there were more of them than I’d believed I could ever find -
buried there so deeply in my mine!
The art of crafting them and polishing them up
I was able to improve upon in time. . .
and found that even those less valuable could shine!
A poet’s gems need not be bought or sold.
Displaying them with love and pride alone can be fulfilling.
How I thrill to view a wide variety of gemstones
freely shown from others’ treasure troves.
From the rarest and the clearest multi-faceted
color-shifting Alexandrite and tanzanite,
and the most remarkable of diamonds, rubies,
sapphires, emeralds, amethyst and jade,
down to the lowliest of onyx, quartz, garnets, or agates,
each stone has something of the poet’s soul within it,
especially beautiful when polished to a brilliant sheen!
The more I open gemstones in my mine, the more of them I find,
and my silver-worded tool lies nearby at the ready.
My
poet’s
life (not known
then as such) flowed
along life’s swift course
rippling with glee and roaming youth’s chasms.
It then streamed relentlessly to the Now.
I polish agates
left in its wake
so I can
display
them.
C’est la vie, Billy!
His cheeks a deep scarlet,
His jaw tightened in an eerie grin,
He stands, rooted to the spot
While the snot in his nose
Like a long gooey
Streak of
Chewing-gum
Slowly comes dripping
Onto his dappled T-shirt,
and his eyes, like dazzling agates,
Fixedly follow the interminable course of
The red rubbery ball
As the projectile
In a deafening clash,
Smashes the headmaster’s office window.
Stepping over the threshold
Locating the floor buttons
I press the 3rd floor
~ my brain images still flashing ~
Disfigured long flames curl around
Cherished memories-
Dry spruce branches smoking and crackling
Glowing coals cooking steaks in a fire
Above the crashing waves on the North Shore
Of Lake Superior with mom and dad
Laughing and sipping root beer
Spying a twisted piece of petrified oak
most likely a plank
From an ancient sunken vessel splintered
In the Gale's of November
Loosening the piece from the grips of glistening
Basalt boulders, etching our names and place
Of discovery above striated agates embedded in
Crevices a millennial ago
Proudly displayed on the mantle above my fireplace
Gone
Now
Only precious memories remain
I flash the card lock on my hotel room
Entering
The
Future
2/18/23
Eternal granite, crystalline scree, agates, boulders, rise
to hills, towering tors,* mutinous mountains, endlessly growing
rising, lifted, then toppled by the fiery rebirth of draconic lava**
Like the cracked shell of an avian egg***/ **** both molten yolk
and watery albumen mark the passage of time, the swings
of the multiverse, they pacify Charon’s passage on the Styx
Seen and unseen the arched openings spiral, poled in ten
dimensions by exigent mathematical quandaries, branching
boles boldly rooting in islands of primordial I, chained
screeching***** shadows infer larger beings who manhandle
the infinite construct of finite man
*Alliteration Repetition of consonant sounds [
** Hyperbole A figure of speech involving exaggeration.
*** Assonance The repetition of similar vowel sounds [A vian, A gg]
**** Simile A figure of speech involving a comparison between unlike
things using like, as, or as though.
*****Onomatopoeia a word that imitates the sound it represents
Addendum
The prerequisites have been established.
The requirements have been met.
The struggles have been suppressed.
The strife is the burden that coexists.
Now when it is time to make a transition,
We must not ignore that
The United States Constitution is in need of political activism or an addendum.
Revamping in form, we must seek militantly a practice of communism.
May I speak freely.
As the freedoms of this country state that I can.
The situations that go unspoken well destroy man.
An as women deny the knowledge, infant mortality has prevalence.
We don’t want to wake-up and find that society has been downsized.
Yet, this will be our descendants outcry.
We know that the future of any country is what we do today.
Tomorrow is a focus that situates.
We have become older adults and know life has been lived.
So why are we in denial of the same apprehension the founding fathers perceived?
Timeline agates before our face of the stages that this nation manifested.
When the founding fathers wrote the Constitution that provided visionary scope,
Part of building a great nation is to know when transgression is the greater source.
I am speaking about the natives of a diverse country of all colors.
Rumination of history is not to be shown.
We all are in this landmine together even when division is known.
You can sense the essence of segments of people formed.
We control our people when there is need for control
Like in time of natural disaster, unnatural occurrences, and war.
Addendum to prevent the surrender of humanity to conspicuously henceforward difference in free will.
One that captivates the infrastructure of this great country.
An addendum is afterthought that was not a substructure needed during our birth.
However, with immigration and the troubles that we confront,
Democracy is not negated only strengthen.
Militant communism is defined as the delineation of a nation collectivism in time of natural disaster, unnatural occurrences, and war.
We are only worth what we strive for.
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Written March 15, 2016!
Enriched is the soul that embellishes the mind!
The healing stones rest.
Fondled and smoothed by
Fingers as gently as Hail Mary beads,
Of those seeking grace- Questing new life,
Stilled by hands uncertain of
Direction or destiny, begging to rise
Like the Phoenix from fiery ashes.
The colors of agates, crystals,
And rose quartz, erased and tossed
Into brackish waters, lashing at the
Seaside, salty on tongues which
Speak to mythical Gods, crouching and
Praying on knees with
Bowed heads, requesting miracles...
Sometimes answered- Sometimes not.
Uncertainty soaked in blood and stains of
Grassy patches drift outward,
Sealed in jars, wedged in ghost ship gallows,
To be tasted by sea nymphs, mermaids, and
Caught by fishermen, casting reels off wooden bridges.
When opened- A breath, a whisper, a sigh escapes
And drifts along corals, swallowed up then spit back.
The Queen of Hearts, the dreamers,
All with black diamond crowns,
Scribbling journal entries will await with nets on
Coasts of oceans and impatient streams.
6/9/22
Apparently far from tacit
Near endless racket
In day light and pitch blackness
For the sane and those in strait jackets
Dammit
Still sporadic
Caught in transit
Can't rely on magic
Nor give up when it all turns tragic
It's just madness
Even though I feel low and nearly at my saddest
I don't care about any bracket
Or what all is on this pamphlet
I've no intentions to read 'Hamlet"
What the happened?
A world obsessed with gadgets like tablets
Most act like they're above you and in their own palace
Becoming cold and callous
No matter, I shall handle this
No need for prayers and candlesticks
You may be an addict
Following the same old habits
But it is something you can kick
And quit
Occasionally worked with a mallet
As well as pallets
Sometimes had dinner with shallots
Just trying to maintain my balance
Mentally it's a challenge
The same can be said for honing talents
It's bat
Still all this bad
Across the planet
It's not all written in stone, aka granite
Looking at it
From the entire gamut
Instead of a single facet
I don't care about party affiliation, like being Democratic
Quit being so dramatic
It's fixable, far from problematic
You'll regret it, if it turns to static
Because you will be turned to ash quick
By a device made of metal and plastic
Won't be much left for a casket
It's hard to make a classic
And smash hit
I'd like to mine for agates
I already buried the hatchet
For now enjoying the view of the Aurora Borealis
While drinking out of a Titanium Chalice
Good intentions not full of malice
Still looking for my Alice
6/26/17
Skies with an occasional rainbow
While organisms and plants across the terrain grow
Just trying to take care of business and lay low
Whichever way I go
This is real life not no game show
Nobody is perfect and has a halo
Better late than never
Than to take forever
Put one foot in front of the other
Don't judge a book by it's cover
Be happy
And don't eat crappy
Take care of yourself
Or else
You may be in a state of poor health
Regardless of if you got less or more wealth
It was poorly written
Without any kind of vision
Therefore what made it different?
If a message wasn't given
Would anyone listen?
The fruit was cantaloupe
The sunscreen was banana boat
The nearby animals were antelope
Don't get me started
About something highly regarded
Unless you'd like to be departed
Underneath daylight or a sky that darkened
You must be a fool to think it could've been pardoned
Broke a curse
Above and below the dirt
While among so many folks on Earth
Regarding the entire gamut
All across the planet
In areas with or without granite
And other agates
Sky gazing
And mind racing
Faster than a heartbeat
In areas near and far from where people farm wheat
I don't always understand
Across the mother land
And world, didn't always have the upper hand
Tranquility is
Amethyst skies
And
Lapis seas
Sprinkled
With
Diamond dust.
Jade fields of
Topaz and malachite
Dancing
In the
Suns rays.
Agate gardens
Filled with
Swirling
Flower colors.
Amazonite grapes
Filled with
Liquid
Crystal juice.
Deserts of jaspers
And
Agates
Of all races.
4-8-2021
ALL YOURS (APR 9) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
About Marbles Are Many Theories
About marbles there are many theories,
So we then decided to develop a series,
Name of mess,
A wild guess;
Called them agates, steelies and clearies.
Jim Horn
Sometimes, when I gaze at thee
I am confused by what I see
Some kind of dichotomy
Eggs and agates
Protective shell
Fragile
Easily broken
Fluid thoughts and emotions within
Needing warmth and nurture
To spark the life contained
To grow
To fly
Eggs and agates
Hard
Roughened by life and time and experience
Tough
Dulled by doubt and thoughts of imperfection
Incredible beauty within
Reflective
Bright
Multi-coloured
Shining
But crystallised by judgement
Eggs and agates
But, these eyes that gaze at thee,
Fashioned from rocks and bones and pieces of shell,
Have learned to look with a different sight
They see the beauty on the outside
They see the beauty made manifest
In all your actions
In all you do
They feel the beauty in the aura
That surrounds you
That spreads out around you
That shines from you
They are touched by the beauty within
By your heart
By your mind
By your soul
These eyes see
The life contained within the shell
The world within the agate
These eyes see the whole of you
Ebony skies a backdrop for salty,
sweet staccato ecstasy
a tune of elation.
Ivory limbs play out crescendos
upon seabed gems, crystalline towers,
aquamarine dreams and tortoise shell agates;
pink anemone and corals
wave-dance amid swaying
amber Carolina sands.
Octopii link arms
in a mesmerizing reel,
as scorpion tails tip-tap out rhythm
on on the cannon of a skeletal ship.
Stroboscopic eels keep the beat;
using their bodies to form lyrics.
Upon his chariot-throne of Lapis-Lazuli and Gold,
escorted by dolphins, rides the king
and festivities have begun.
It’s all good at
Neptune’s annual Briny Ball;
come dive down for some fun!
Caught within the web we are rolling pearls rolling towards the sea
Golden dreams soft on pillows of joy bloom inside every pure hearts.
Entering a new world of light and beauty, we find our destiny's path
as our hearts become agates, pure diamond studs, ephemeral lights...
Only in dreams are we truly free to be ourselves and follow the sail
that glides us towards our Celestial home. As we follow our wishes
through intricately woven threads of consciousness, we find our
true selves.
We find our courage as we swim the waters of hope and as our
eyes adjust to a new reality, we find the meaning of each fantasy.
Daring to become our authentic selves, our dreamcatchers glow
with pride, watching our auras fanning out with colors richly bright.
Enter into the realm of dreams and leave behind the world of day
Create in you a space , a sanctuary of grace where you can live inside a dreamcatcher world, as safely as a magical fairy in the emerald forest. Caught within the web, we are pearls , rolling and rolling our way home.
copyrighted: Mystic Rose
In A Place Beyond Time and Space
The 9th Realm, Cradle Of Existence Sacral Untainted Place
A Paradox, An Enigma with no Beginning nor End
Beyond the Ultra Violet Ray Forrest lies the Secret Garden
Where Light Gems Bloom in Harmonic Hues, Star Seeds Transfigured Crystals Transcend
Amidst the Glimmering Glade, Stands The Spectral Tree of Light Exhibition
Corded Branches Adorned with Jeweled Leaves, Light Prism Pomegranate Fruits Ripened with Illumination
Great Tree of Light Luster, Supporting Streams of Light Boughs In Coordinated Sequency
Laden With Rubies, Emeralds, Sapphires, Diamonds, Agates Twinkling Incandescence Frequency
All This Radiance Anchored by the Ancient Tap Root, Sourcing Beams and Rays To Infinite Sinker Fibers
In The Secret Garden, That Exists Universally Ignited by the Root Provider
Although Multitudinous Origins Spurred from the Ancient Tree of Light
Some Somber, Polished Shine, while Others Beam Bright
Macrocosmically Integrated, Beings of Light, Genesis Of Immortality Undiluted Purity
Flourishing Within and Without All Existence, We are Beacons, Contained Jeweled Energy
Traversing the Realms of Shadows, Some Far removed for Mundane Delicacies and Fading Fantasies
Albeit, Regardless of Doctrines, Cultural Beliefs, Man Made Ethnicities and Dull Egotistical Heresies
In A Place Within Where We Connect to the Great Light Tree, Jeweled Lamps We are Ignited By Cabled Roots of Light Inextinguishably.