Best Carat Poems
You didn’t notice my tears.
As you both kissed each other
like two lonely plungers
who just escaped from plumber’s solitary confinement,
your eyes open and wander up.
You didn’t look across that banquet hall
with my feet planted against wood polished tendencies.
Its creaks motioning time towards yellow-signal identity.
As my breath declares sudden death
against lake’s dripping reflections…
…you didn’t think to set your photo album on private.
Advertising lust
wrapped in pretentious cloak
sewed in recycled fibers of “love”.
With ignorant enablers speaking chic-flick tongue,
“Oh My Gawd! I’m so happy for you! I wanna ovulate!”
As I, put my head down
returning to this moment in time,
I had to let my song…cry.
Lenny Williams begins to exude “cause I love you” chorus,
as I walk towards bar
sensing your seductive retinas
stroking against my Latin swagger.
Your ring finger
chained by 3 carat, naïve cut, diamond
motions an intense, streaking caress
against wine glass filled with Zinfandel sin.
Because you know I am your addiction.
Your diabetic lips never forgot
that taste
of my
brown
sugar.
But, you didn’t notice my tears.
I wish you had.
For all this time, these tears
were of joyful splendor.
Because solace holds my hand
with candlelight warmth.
Slow dancing with my soul
in mystery Salsa sway.
While you stand on home plate,
holding your 2nd place trophy,
with 3 strikes against you.
A reminder that my heart,
was flexible enough
to dodge
a bullet.
© Drake J. Eszes
I do not love you like the crescent moon
majestically erupting into a star filled night
nor do I love you like the pearl painted swan
gliding effortlessly across a pristine pond
Fear not for I do most certainly love you -
But my love is more like a cool crisp apple
one succulent bite bringing sustenance to life
My love lives in our fresh laundered linens
dried in the comforting winds blowing off the sea
My love is here
My love is now
It is in everything I touch
It is in everything I Do
I may not love you like the luster melting hearts
glistening off a ten carat diamond ring
but you can be sure my love lives daily
in my every breath and my every dream
They are most precious gems you can possess
They cannot be brought in any jewellers shop
They are more valuable than platinum
They are more rare than flawless D grade diamonds
They shine in your life like 18 carat gold
They are unique
They are special
They are priceless
They are …
True friends
11~18~14
Contest: Precious Stones and Gems
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
‘Twas the night before Christmas, I was almost asleep
The house was so quiet, you could not hear a peep
I woke from a loud crash and a knock at the door
It must be my late delivery from the corner store
To my surprise St. Nicholas was standing there
His eyes red and smelling of bourbon and beer
I asked what he was doing here this time of night
He said he crashed his sleigh in a drunken flight
His reindeer were fine but passed out in the snow
He still had some gifts to deliver before tomorrow
He begged for my help to deliver all the kids' gifts
I said yes, I can load up my rogue and give him a lift
We set out in my rogue packed full of Christmas gifts
We delivered them all, no children were left on the list
Thanking me for my kindness and generous Christmas spirit
He gave me a gift of a gold key with a huge ruby carat
He said I was now a secret member of the north pole
And I could use my ruby key any time I wanted to go, but
I could not tell his wife what he did to his reindeer and sleigh
I told him I would never breathe a word of this secretive day
He was ready to leave in his fixed sleigh with his reindeer in tow
He thanked me again, said he had to go as it was starting to snow
He said he really needs to stop with the liquid holiday cheer
But still decided to leave while drinking a few holiday beers
11/22/18
Contest: Christmas Poems Old or New
Sponsor: Constance La France
It was the soliloquy in her smile,
The ambience in her eyes
The seasoning in her voice
It was her lavender scented charm,
Her sapphire forged will
Her blissful lyrics
Adding choruses into my breaths
It was the way time stood still.
It was the way she chose not to change me, but embrace me.
It was the way she
Desired to kneel with me at the altar.
It was the way the stars in our skies,
Outshined any debt-carat diamond
It was because our heartbeats were louder than any song.
It was because we didn’t need to fight to be right or wrong.
It was because we cherished the night & gave credence to the dawn.
And in this new dawn,
It was our anniversary.
Long…gone.
It is the stone I now touch
My shattered heart guides my fingers, silently
Across your name, carved into remnants
The ashes
The echoes
Of our last dance
Waning love is a cold diamond thing
The hurt pressure
from the thought of losing you
is such a hard burden
Squeezing the hope out of me
Heavy-hearted acceptance ain’t easy,
especially when the weeping pang of separation
comes prematurely rushing through
Day by day,
I get premonition pulse signals of distress
Diamond bit by bit,
I receive this coal crushing feeling
And the hurt pressure
changes the beauty of what once did exist
Your vow of discontentment is tearing us apart
Day by day
Making our bond weaker
every 24/7 ...
I do feel a new heartbreak
Your ice cold eyes tell me the love flame
is no longer lit
As your heart becomes more
Diamond bit by bit
Pointed act of your future departure
pierces my mind deeply
As this soon-to-be severed heart pleads empty
Affectionate feelings voiced are on the decline,
your dispassionate vow sound
has a hollow golden ring
Echoes of neglected conciliatory healing
drowns my restless pain
in watery sheets of serrated discomfort
That jagged sharp sound,
thrust hard through my mate severed soul,
has a diamond sting
An asunder carat cutting my heart in half
Broken altar promise darkly coal uttered,
portends of your leaving
Those sacred two words,
once spoken with past caring intensity,
are now double troubling ...
And “I do” know why that is,
because you no longer desire me
Keeping your two-folded arm distance
is a cold diamond thing
As love on the wane wears the bosom hard bling-bling
Day by day,
my evening pillow dreams
get so very misty sigh moist softer
Diamond bit by bit,
my mourn awakenings
get teary pure carbon crystalline
Wordplay Extravaganza
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Bugs bunny was the silliest hare with such a bright future ahead,
he wanted to give Lola something special, but he gave her a carrot instead.
He pondered on a different surprise, and wrote Lola a sweet love letter,
asking her to marry him, because of her his life was much better.
He proof read his proposal and realized he forgot one very special phrase,
so he clicked the caret button to insert a few sentiments then pressed save.
All he had hoped for was that he expressed his love with his honest words,
for he wanted to fill this day with rainbows with sweet songs from Tweety bird.
The day flew by and night time arrived, that silly wabbit was nervous,
he smelled her scent and watched her approach him, boy was he wordless!
“My Lola, from Pensacola, I give you this twenty four karat gold ring,
a three carat princess diamond placed gently above the gold and in between.
Marry me, my sweet, I'll sweep you off your feet, I'd love to play with your hair...."
She said yes, of course...and a few months later there was a family of baby hares.
Homophones used:
1. carrot-A vegetable
2. karat-weight of gold
3. carat-size of diamonds
4. caret-a symbol used to indicate the place in writing material which something
is to be inserted.
1. Hare- a rabbit
2. Hair- a growth of filaments forming a coat over the scalp of a humans head
~Date Written: March 18, 2016~
Is a dessert costing twenty-five grand what you want?
You can find it in a Manhattan Upper East Side restaurant.
Made with twenty-one types of chocolate and sprinkled gold leaf,
this decadent frozen mousse is something beyond belief.
It comes in a twenty-three carat diamond-encrusted gold dish.
If you found Aladdin’s lamp, would eating this be your wish?
This would be something to brag about and quite nice.
However, the restaurant has been closed due to cockroaches and mice.
From a news story found on AOL.com
This was written a few years ago. The restaurant has reopened since.
I want to be a captain
From the old salty sea
I want to steal booty
Quickly and then flee
I need me a peg leg
So that my body can stand
And a sharp pointy hook
In place of me hand
I need me a ship
One with black sails
Throw on some cannons
They better not fail
I be needin’ a crew
One that is strong
But better be quiet
When me plan does go wrong
A top my shoulder
I need me a parrot
One that won’t squawk
He be worth 14 carat
You be readin’ me sea chant
It be a catchy tune
I hope ye enjoyed it
Now you owe me gold doubloons
If ye don’t pay up
It’ll be a walk on the plank
Or perhaps a quick dip
In me shark infested tank
THE BIG BOSSES OF CORRUPTION
Heads held high, moods lowered with intend
They parade the highly peopled pathways
As they gather recognition and fake trust
Towards their deep well of luxury
How they got up there
A mystery down here
Why they hang on that long
As if it’s where they belong
Their offices, turned hiding places
From the masses they swore to serve
Their utterances, electrified into hot blazes
A privilege they do not deserve
They would sit in their spacey scary offices
Pinned on their revolving chairs
Calculating huge sums in tiny figures
Nodding and shaking their heavily loaded heads
Outgoing calls are in their hundreds
All in questionable directions
Hours and hours of budgeted time
Reduced to mere hello’s and bye-byes
They would lion their faces
When the masses call for audience
They would then iron them back into places
Having defeated the masses with nine carat promises
They would finally gather in their strongest elite
After hours for a collective toast
Tribute to their long standing drive
A day has just passed that deserves a boast
By: Ihanovandu
Beautiful forest from a fairy tale in green
A waterfall wild, beautiful, cascading veils true and clean
Like a royal palace - sparkling in 24-carat gold
Nature in its natural look, wonderful to behold
Hunting and seeking the perfect, far away
A polished diamond, you will definitely find someday
In September mother nature wear
a comfortable atmosphere, which glows in the air
15/09/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Picturesque Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
3rd place in the contest
Gems and precious metals are talking about volatility...
Many of the Metals said that they differ only in weight while the Gems claimed that they differ only in their cuts.
Craftsmanship is one criterion in selling one's worth, beauty and prowess of any precious gem or metal other than cut, clarity, weight, color and carat.
A gem asked, "Is volatility only applied on big-time players -- buyers and sellers?"
One precious metal reacted, "No. Everybody here is big time. And we are all here."
Another gem asked, "How do you do the buying and selling here?"
Another precious metal reacted and said, "We raise one open hand and push it forward to sell or a reversed open palm pulling it towards you to buy."
That's how trading in stock market started.
She was the only love he'd ever known
For the cheap wedding ring he would atone
She pined for a bigger "ice"
A five carat stone would be nice
The jerk bought her a one ton graveyard stone
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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La peregrina, why do I pick you from all the jewels of the world ?
Not because you were a fifty -eight and a half carat pear-shaped drop pearl
hanging gayly on enchantress Elizabeth Taylor's chest,
or because you belonged to English royalties ,and held by Buonaparte' hands,
Nor because you were presented by king Philip of Spain to bloody Mary
as a token of his never-ending love .I pick you because indeed you wandered from afar.
You were the fortune of an African slave.,where He found you five hundred years ago
in the coast of the isle of Santa Margarita, Spain.
He bartered freedom in exchange. That makes you indeed a gem,
A treasure trove in an oyster-shell. Its you I'd love to own
Not for your natural nacre colour, nor the chatoyant luster or your size,
But for being the reward, to a man who worked fingers to bone
just to have his freedom back, and be the master of his life.
Freedom- May we always cherish it.
For Carolyn Devonshire's contest
(A Gem For Your Verse )
Every earlobe ever pierced, minus non-pierced lobes, without exception
Quantified by head size, quality of piercings, and variety of earrings worn
Under ultraviolet light, utilizing reflective space, sound waves and distance
At appropriate intervals, measuring cut, clarity, carat, color and character
Totaling to a six figure sum, then divided by US bonds withdrawn from IRA
Increase the risk of screaming in agony, up to, but not more, than 50 decibels
On an operatic stage, bursting glass objects, as per fat lady singing, wherein
Numerical miscalculations of damage, therein, must be subtracted from the
Sum, so that all of said variables will not exceed the confusion of the bystander.
Written on 3/9/2016