Best Chalcedony Poems
The strands of silver cloud drift slowly away,
grazing the ash of the end-summer’s smoky sky.
The birds bathe in the patina of the blue bay,
in the twilight gleam to the nursing nests they fly,
as autumn arrives soaking crystal ambiance on the way.
The sunburst horizon’s diaphanous drape drawn,
surreal spectrum radiates from the slant sunray,
sparkling hues of the sky’s palette paint the dawn.
The bowed down blades of cinnamon grass sway
in crisp air on the lap of meadow turning fawn.
The satin grass wears the shining crown of topaz dew,
flickering with the flair of dawn’s chalcedony glow.
Lining the sun-burnt cinnabar garden path paved anew,
the trunks of sepia trees stand on the soil fallow,
rustling golden leaves echo fall’s footfall passing through.
The setting sun ignites the inferno in the seamless sky,
makes a collage of vermillion ember blazing bright.
In its crimson glow I wait with the spirit rising high
to see the stars sprout in the pellucid autumn night,
get imbued with moondust aura of joy flashing by.
“The colorful collage of nature’s marvels makes
a tapestry of vibrant delight”. Quote by Poet
The clumps of climbing cotton clouds float away,
brush the azure of the ashen summer sky.
The returning birds bathe in the blue bay,
in the amber twilight to the auburn nest they fly,
as autumn arrives with chromatic charisma on the sly.
In the lucent sunburst sky the golden horizon
splits the surreal sunbeam in spectrum of radiant rays,
the sparkle of hues from its palette colors the dawn.
Drooped down slender blades of fawn grass sway
in crisp air on the lap of meadow turning green from gray.
The pasture wears the crafted crown of topaz dew,
flickers with pearly flair of dawn’s chalcedony glow.
Lining the sun-splashed cinnabar garden path paved anew,
dry trunks of the sepia trees stand on the sienna soil fallow,
the crimson leaves rustle with autumn’s footfall slow.
The scarlet sunset sets fire in the fading satin sky,
makes a mesmeric collage of vermillion ember bright.
Soaking its cherry radiance I wait with spirit rising high
to greet the sapphire stars sprouting in pellucid autumn night,
draped by cerulean moondust I’m suffused with colorful delight.
“10And he carried me away in the Spirit to a mountain great and high, and showed me the Holy City, Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God. 11It shone with the glory of God, and its brilliance was like that of a very precious jewel, like a jasper, clear as crystal. 12It had a great, high wall with twelve gates, and with twelve angels at the gates. On the gates were written the names of the twelve tribes of Israel. 16The city was laid out like a square, as long as it was wide. He measured the city with the rod and found it to be 12,000 stadia in length, and as wide and high as it is long. 17He measured its wall and it was 144 cubits thick, by man's measurement, which the angel was using. 18The wall was made of jasper, and the city of pure gold, as pure as glass. 19The foundations of the city walls were decorated with every kind of precious stone. The first foundation was jasper, the second sapphire, the third chalcedony, the fourth emerald, 20the fifth sardonyx, the sixth carnelian, the seventh chrysolite, the eighth beryl, the ninth topaz, the tenth chrysoprase, the eleventh jacinth, and the twelfth amethyst.21The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each gate made of a single pearl. The great street of the city was of pure gold, like transparent glass. 27Nothing impure will ever enter it, nor will anyone who does what is shameful or deceitful, but only those whose names are written in the Lamb's book of life.” Rev 21:10-12;16-21; 27
There’s a place for us
In heaven’s glory land above
Mansions of mercy
Golden streets paved with love
Living waters sweet
Fruits grown for our healing
The pathway’s narrow
Requires God’s special sealing
There’s a place for us
Made of diamonds and emeralds
Japser, sapphires; every precious stone
Twelve gates of large pearls
No pain or heartache
Just joy and peace reign
Our loving Saviour is King
His kingdom forever will sustain
There’s a place for us
God planned long, long ago
A palatial,‘holy city’
With a sparkling river that flows
We are His children
Heirs to His throne
Each one will receive
His own rightful crown
There’s a place for us
It’s not just a dream
Revelation describes it
Enlightened with God’s glory beams
I plan to be there—
By His sweet mercy and grace
I want to meet you there too
With our Lord face to face.
2008-2012 Copyright Maureen LeFanue
Just looking out my Window across the green fields and enjoying the wonderful scent seemly alive in the spring atmosphere the kiss of the breeze so complete.. To see with eyes me to you and what you could be may be inside the spirits wait to reflex the fight or flight my mind welcomed a peaceful people, places, and things we share with chest out boldly the creator of ourselves words and words to be accounted for a reason to explain my opinion expressed. Our inner cities' inner thoughts remain crucified with Christ Jesus, what a friend to have in the King's Book. My eyes read about the Twelve Gates and the Gates were Pearls. The street was paved with Pure Gold as transparent glass pearl and gold the Twelve Gates and Twelve Precious Stones! what a gate! Precious Stones
Jasper is a stone as far as the eyes can see the jasper reduces stress healing and rest.
Sapphire as far as the eyes can see healing gives peace as best never the less.
Chalcedony as far as the eyes could see blue or white or pink gives joy happiness inner peace the twelve gates are a mystery that is on time in the praying mind of all when all is good in the field. Emerald as far as the eyes could see Emerald gives improved communication. Sardony Stone gives protection and strength and attracts friends that be together sometime somewhere somehow someday.
Sardius when under attack it is just like Carmelia.
Chrysolyte apple green the heart security trust balance hormones even mends a broken heart
Beryl stone as far as the eyes can see hard green blue let go and find the answer look for the answer. Be the answer!
Topaz a thousand shades the throat the head overcomes the fear, a sense of confidence experience balance.. you are privileged!
Chripoprasus's green self-love acceptance playfulness connection to nature I love to see the green grass grow and watch the water flow. Jacinth purple blue many colors orange heals Amethyst pure gold pearls Twelve Gates to the City
O h! Chalcedony stone dyed ebony
N ow newly formed and glistening upon the ring
Y our beauty thrilled the lovely lady
X in the center, diamond filled, unique engagement ring
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: Four Letter Words: An Acrostic Challenge
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shades of others flushes shown
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4/17/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
The flotilla of the climbing clouds slowly floats away,
embracing the azure of the end-summer’s ashen sky.
The beguiled birds bathe in the glint of the blue bay,
in the twilight gleam to their amber nest they all fly,
as autumn arrives with crystal ambiance on the sly.
The transparent threshold of the halcyon horizon
splits the spreading sunbeam in the spectrum of rays,
sparkling hues spilling from its palette paint the dawn.
Bowed down slender blades of the fawn grass sway
in the rippling air on the lap of meadow turning gray.
The pasture wears ornate crown of shining topaz dew,
flickering with the finesse of dawn’s chalcedony glow.
Lining the sun-burnt cinnabar garden path paved anew,
dry trunks of the sepia trees standing on the soil fallow
hear in the rustle of golden leaves autumn’s footfall slow.
As the setting sun sets fire at the fringe of the serene sky,
making celestial surreal collage of vermillion ember bright,
under its crimson radiance I wait with the spirit rising high
to see the stars sprout high up in the pellucid autumn night,
in silver dust drizzle I long to be suffused with aura of delight.
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February 12, 2022
Contest : Quintain (English)
Sponsored by : Emile Pinet
The assistant
At the doctor`s surgery, he had a young girl
training to be a diabetist; she had Chalcedony eyes
that shone brightly as onyx, her skin alabaster
without any blemish, a shy smile played upon her lips
a Mona Lisa unpainted.
I was a witness to perfection a beauty that can`t last
time will wear her down she will get a line between
her pert nose wrinkles around her eyes, of sadness
or laughter one hopes for the latter
Will the world fall into a devastating war and she
a victim of either hunger or radiation.
This didn`t mirror on her face only her glorious youth
and I was lucky to be an observer to the twinkling when
time stood still long enough for me to admire an ideal.
What Will Heaven Be Like PART III
The glory of the Lord all over your face
The glory of God is in this place
What will heaven be, what will it be like
Streets of gold, mansions foundation and city wall is adorned precious jewels
Foundation jewels jasper sapphire; chalcedony; emerald
Pure gold and diamond and onyx, carnelian, and bedellium
Ruby, sardonyx, sardius; and chrysolite, beryl, topaz, chrysoprase
Jacinth, amethyst plus crystal rivers transparent walls of gold
This and many other beautiful visons told
I wanna walk on them streets gold
As I ponder, this I wonder... what will heaven be like
4/09'10
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2010
The wisps of climbing clouds float slowly away,
brushing the azure of the end-summer’s ashen sky.
The returning birds bathe in the glint of the blue bay,
in the twilight gleam to the amber nest they all fly,
as autumn arrives with crystal ambiance on the sly.
In the lucent threshold of the sun-soaked horizon,
it splits the surreal sunbeam in the spectrum of rays,
sparkle of hues spilling from the palette colors the dawn.
Bowed down slender blades of fawn grass sway
in the crisp air on the lap of meadow turning gray.
They wear crafted crown of the shining topaz dew,
flickering with the flair of dawn’s chalcedony glow.
Lining the sun-burnt cinnabar garden path paved anew,
dry trunks of the sepia trees stand on the soil fallow,
hear in rustle of golden leaves autumn’s footfall slow.
As the setting sun sets fire in the fading satin sky,
making a surreal collage of vermillion ember bright.
Under its crimson radiance I wait with the spirit rising high
to greet the stars sprouting in the pellucid autumn night,
in moondust I long to be suffused with the aura of delight.
October 14, 2020
The wisps of the climbing clouds float slowly away,
brushing the azure of the end-summer’s ashen sky.
The returning birds bathe in the glint of the blue bay,
in the twilight gleam to the amber nests they all fly,
as autumn arrives gathering crystal ambiance on way.
The sunburst horizon’s transparent curtain drawn,
splits the surreal sunbeam in the spectrum in slant way,
sparkling hues spilled from sky’s palette paint the dawn.
Bowed down slender blades of cinnamon grass sway
in the crisp air on the lap of meadows turning fawn.
They wear the crafted crown of the shining topaz dew,
flickering with the flair of dawn’s chalcedony glow.
Lining the sun-burnt cinnabar garden path paved anew,
dry trunks of the sepia trees stand on the soil fallow,
rustling golden leaves echo fall’s footfall passing through.
The setting sun ignites inferno in the seamless satin sky,
makes a surreal collage of vermillion ember blazing bright.
Under its crimson radiance I wait with the spirit rising high
to greet the stars sprouting in the pellucid autumn night,
get suffused with the moondust aura of delight flashing by.
September 10, 2021
Rhyme checked on RhymeZone,com
Contest : Quintain (Sicilian)
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
The wisps of climbing clouds floating away,
brush azure on the end-summer burnt sky.
The returning birds bathe in the sea of blue,
in twilight gleam to the amber nest they fly.
Autumn arrives with pristine crystal prism
in lucent threshold of sun-soaked horizon,
splitting surreal sunbeam in VIBGYOR rays,
hues spill out of palette coloring the dawn.
Bowed down slender blades of fawn grass
sway in crisp air on lap of auburn meadow,
wear crafted crown of shining topaz dew,
sparkling with the flair of chalcedony glow.
Lining the sun-burnt cinnabar garden path,
dry trunks of the sepia trees still stand tall.
In the rhythmic rustle of the blushing leaves
they hear the melody of autumn’s footfall.
As the setting sun sets fire in the satin sky,
making collage of vermillion ember bright.
Under its crimson radiance I wait enthralled
for stars to sprout in pellucid autumn night.
August 20, 2020
The clumps of climbing cotton clouds float slowly away,
brushing the azure spread of the end-summer’s ashen sky.
The returning birds bathe in the glimmer of the blue bay,
in the amber twilight gleam to the auburn nest they all fly,
as autumn arrives with chromatic kaleidoscope on the sly.
In the lucent edge of the sunburst sky the golden horizon
splits the surreal sunbeam in the spectrum of radiant rays,
sparkle of hues spilling from the palette colors the dawn.
Bowed down slender blades of fawn grass rise and sway
in crisp air on the lap of meadow turning green from gray.
The pasture wears the crafted crown of shining topaz dew,
flickering with the pearly flair of dawn’s chalcedony glow.
Lining the sun-splashed cinnabar garden path paved anew,
dry trunks of the sepia trees stand on the sienna soil fallow,
hear in the rustle of crimson leaves autumn’s footfall slow.
As the setting scarlet sun sets fire in the fading satin sky,
making a surreal collage of vermillion ember glowing bright.
Under its crimson radiance I wait with the spirit rising high
to greet the sapphire stars sprouting in pellucid autumn night,
soaking cerulean moondust I long to be suffused with delight.
August 26, 2021
NA In Contest : Kaleidoscope
Judged on : August 23, 2021
Contest : August 2021 Na's
Sponsor : Constance La France
AUTUMN'S COLORED FOOTFALL
The wet brush of the climbing clouds washes the end-summer sky,
the wings of birds bathe in the blue when from amber nest they fly.
Autumn arrives creeping with purple prism in the sunburst horizon
splitting the surreal scarlet sunbeam in its hues coloring the dawn.
Yellow tinged blades of fawn grass swaying on maroon meadow
wears the crown of topaz dew sparkling in the chalcedony glow.
Lining the cinnabar garden path the sepia trees still stand tall,
in the rustle of the blushing leaves they hear autumn’s footfall.
As the setting pink sun blazes the sky in vermillion ember bright
in its crimson radiance I wait for the frigid fall of the winter night.
October 1, 2018
At the frail fringe
of the twilight zone
the dwindling day flushes
depleted
the halcyon horizon
with the last shower
of cinnabar sequins,
the sunset splendor
transient,
spins with celestial strands
spell bound,
the formless fabric
of cadenced cloud,
turning to cosmic violin
r e v e r b e r a t i n g …
In the misty milepost
overtly ordained,
designed
at the finite edge
of fated pathway
penultimate,
embedded inexorably
at nebulous periphery
of amorphous future
obscure,
the twilight tune
resounds the requiem
for the secluded sole,
silhouetted still
against sundown skyline
of resonant radiance,
discerning destined
in the cauldron of time
the final flash
of the demolished day,
d r o w n I n g….
The twirling tapestry
of tempestuous suffering,
interlaced inherently
with the chalcedony clouds
of smarting storm,
ravages the weary horizon
flustered,
seamlessly serene once,
marks the chameleon shift
of the concealed colors
of dormant desires
on the convoluted canvas,
lacerates the last corner
of the fading fresco
of the mystified mind,
c r u m b l i n g….
Deformed shards
of the splintered sky
swirl in squally pathos,
disperse in dismal clumps
of desolate cloud
curled,
the remnant patina
of sunflower sanguinity
still sparkles
in the departing flashes
of the sinking sun,
diffusing the montage
of derelict memory,
composes the melody
dormant
of the unsung dreams
with lyrical life’s
fading refrains
fossilized,
silence sequesters
music of bliss
in spectral sonata
of sunset swansong,
r e s o n a t i n g ….