Best Jeweler Poems
"A Broken Demo"
In a desperate cry for help
She hires every jeweler
A cheap sheep crying, Wolf!
Using old repeating politic
utilizing lies * manipulation
To cover the Glass Paste on her face
Diamond-like - Stonecold and Crooked!
Her true shape -- unveiled -- predictable
A Thief Among The Mines
In a world where certainties are few---
Promises! Promises!
A shallow cut - with high class
no shape --- no spark, a dark mass
Smashing success when opportunity hits
The worst gem in disguise
The diamonds in her eyes -- gone -- expired
If you look, you will see
A twisted reflection in her evil grin
A sinister smile -- waiting to win
Her Vice - a victim --- her puppet
blind * believing her lies
Cutting light performance -
-Without realizing most see past her history
We the people are more than a cubic step
Lighting the madness of her soul
Just remember, every day she sits on her pedestal
Without a twinkle --- she stares into the night
Knowing nothing she stands for is right
Innovation - incomplete
A man-made she-demon trying to wear white
Like the swan, dying every night
She refused to hear the trumpet play
A new moon soon will open our eyes
EXPOSED --- Diamond CUT
Hillary Will Not Be President
#The Poet Destroyer
On the Potter's wheel
I am clay -
sticky, messy red clay,
being kneaded like bread,
'till pliable.
In firm but gentle hands
the Potter molds and shapes me into
a vessel of honor,
a vessel worthy of a King.
God is not finished with me yet.
A diamond in the rough am I,
A chunk of rock.
But, as the Master Jeweler
chip, chip, chips away my impurities,
bit by bit,
I begin to sparkle, I begin to shine,
'till that final day when I'll be transformed
into a pure exquisite diamond.
A diamond fit for a King.
God is not finished with me yet.
My life is an unfinished tapestry.
Day by day my Creator
carefully, deliberately
weaves a thread here,
snips a thread there.
When my life comes to an end,
the tapestry will be complete.
I will be perfected.
Until then,
God is not finished with me yet.
9/23/12
I’m a girl.
I’m a whirl,
And A swirl.
A wind.
A blend.
I mend.
And I bend…
Of the reeds,
I need,
I bleed,
I bead….
And I mend,
As I Pen.
A little hippy.
A little cheeky.
Even squeaky,
Sometimes when I laugh.
I’ll cry,
Be dramatic,
***.agerate.it
while I create it.
I’ll dye again,
Freak out again,
Think I’m here
While I'm there,
and then…
I’ll breathe.
Hear a breeze….
Be Week in my knees…
And I’ll breathe.
A joke right there.
from outta the know-where.
A mum, and a hum,
Then a giggling tone.
Was that a worry?
Didn’t think I had One?
I’m a jeweler,
I need a Ruler,
To keep my measure,
Is such a pleasure.
Gemstones,
My sparkles’n’bling,
Bending wire,
Makes my heart sing.
I’m a Nerd,
And a flirt,
I’m a gardner,
Hands in the dirt.
Small tomatoes…
Fruit of the Earth.
For what’s it all worth.
I love first,
everything.
I have no doubt.
But if so,
I just shout,
When I pout
and I cry it all out.
And deep inside….
I don’t know her name,
Lives a warrior girl,
Who lives without shame.
Two eyez like flame.
And.
~The journey started…
A Long Time Ago.
… and You?
Dazzling like a sparkling green diamond
Eyes lit up when I opened the velvet box!
My birthstone for Aquarius is garnet
Almandine is most common form with a rich red colour
Not for me -I wanted something more unusual
The jeweler had to order it in especially for me
Of course it came with a very hefty price tag!
It is called the 'star of garnets' as its name means diamond like
Demantoid is a particularly rare form of the garnet gemstone
A Gem for your verse
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
10~22~16
Brand new Rolex watch!
A gift from her best friend
One day it just stops working
so she has to take it in
Watchmaker says, "Not worth it,
the flat Cyclops proves it's fake"
This news is so upsetting
She cries out, "For goodness' sake!"
Fighting first-date jitters
her boyfriend reads a poem
Adds, "You inspire me to write,"
Assures, "I wrote it on my own"
When she shares the poem with friends
several laugh, "You didn't know?"
"It's AI-generated!"
She screams, "AI AI No!"
When her boyfriend pops the question
she quickly answers, "Yes!"
Large diamond ring, so pretty
She is very much impressed
As she takes it for appraisal
she presents the ring with glee
When she asks about the 4Cs
Jeweler simply says, "CZ"
She wonders why in life
she can never catch a break
A Rolex watch, a lover's poem,
a diamond ring, all fake ...
Focusing on thoughts more mindful
reminds her of what real life means
Helping people is more important
than accumulating things
The Moonbeam Mari Anne
A poem by Brett Somers
The moonbeam graced the Austin sky,
The Mari Anne spirit whisking by. Spreading her love,
Her mysterious zest,
Manifesting turquoise upon my chest.
And back she slipped,
Beyond Austin she skipped,
Like a stone on placid waters,
The sound of her pitter patters.
Swoops into New York and settles in.
A jeweler of bead and pin,
Crafting her Mari Anne,
For yet another grateful and devoted fan!
This poem is dedicated to the gifted jeweler and accomplished graphic designer Marianne Walther!
-From WinkofHeart ;)
I confided with The Jeweler
I want a masterpiece
A wonder to the modern world
Where joy will never cease
He said he’d start with umber
A rich, golden shade of brown
use it from the very start
create a special crown
Next, sparkle from His diamonds
He used them from within
Distributed them quite liberally on
Her eyes, her smile, her skin
Oh yes she will be special
A jewel the world will love
treasure made with so much heart
They’ll know she’s from above
She shall be known as Ceci
Because she is to be
perfection of a young lady
like your sister is to Me
He said I know just what I’ll do
To make your crown the best
I have special method
Pulled from the family crest
There’s never been anything like her
nor will there ever be;
I’ve taken the spirit of her aunt
Your dear sister as you can see
You know she was quite special
That’s why I called her home
but I wanted you to be blessed
so praise Me with a poem
a tribute to My creation
a gift to all the world
although I blessed you with 2 boys
I gave you just one girl
I did one other special thing
To set this child apart
I gave her something special
A piece of The Jeweler’s heart
I have filled her with compassion
She will be the downtrodden’s friend
She will always be a guiding light
Yes this is who I will send
Sometimes at night, you will hear her
As you lay there in the dark
this lil' Gem sing Me praises
A gentle meadowlark
A champion for all children
Inspiring, encouraging all
She embarked upon this journey
She already heard my call
So always, treat her special,
let her know I care
you see she is My masterpiece
A jewel that is quite rare.
A tribute on her 17th Birthday
Old Watches
by Edmund Siejka
Of all the watches at the mall
It’s the old watches I like best
Antiques hidden in the back
Away from the brash newcomers
Rolex and Tag Heuer.
When I was a kid I watched grownups
On early mornings
Carefully turn the watch’s small button
Winding up its tiny moving springs
Bringing the watch back to life.
In those days there were no quartz parts
The old watches
Were marvels of human ingenuity
And old fashioned craftsmanship
Encased in brass
Tiny springs and miniature wheels
Moving together in synchronized harmony.
My old watch still works
Moving effortlessly 360 degrees
Past the 12
Down to the lowly 6
Marveling at its resiliency
That this thing,
This very old watch
Handed down to me a long, long time ago
Still keeps time.
Every so often I bring the watch
Back to the jeweler
Holding the old timepiece in his hand
He would solemnly say
“They don’t make watches like these anymore
The young prefer I-phones
To tell time
That’s technology for you.”
Each day
More and more of the old timepieces
Are lost or forgotten
In bedrooms where Grandparents
Kept family documents
In dark dresser drawers
And faded photos
Graced night tables.
Where are the old watches now?
Why just this morning
A practiced hand
Was needed to tenderly turn a watch’s small button
And gently nudge the old timepiece back to life.
Once upon a time, I was created by an 18th century jeweler,
but I do not remember his name because of course I am very old;
for a while, I lay on a satin cushion in a high style store,
although just made of glass and silver, I was still quite expensive.
Then, one bright day a nice gentlemen came in to buy a gift,
he explained to the clerk it was a birthday present for his new wife;
he was shown many pieces until they came to me,
and he exclaimed, oh yes, this is perfect, I will take it, please.
His wife adored me, oh I love the flowers in sparkling glass,
of pink and diamonds, I am going to put it on my new hat;
and there I stayed for years and years till she at last died,
I lay on a closet shelve gathering dust until her daughter found me.
She cleaned me gently and pinned me to her wool jacket,
and I got tons of compliments when we went out shopping together;
she never forgot me and touched me often with great love,
then, she died suddenly . . . and I was given to a charity store.
It was a terrible place, and I just lingered there sad and alone,
until a girl with raven hair picked me up and said oh how pretty;
she took me home- now I live on her dresser . . . . loved.
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April 13, 2018
Poetry/Personification/The Old Brooch
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1012-723-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Bring To Life
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
Fourth Place
when june was a little girl
her only hair had a curl
jeweler dad dismayed
a crown so sad displayed
so he fastened on a pearl.
Once upon a time, I was created by an 18th century jeweler,
but I do not remember his name because of course I am very old;
for a while, I lay on a satin cushion in a high style store,
although just made of glass and silver, I was still quite expensive.
Then, one bright day a nice gentlemen came in to buy a gift,
he explained to the clerk it was a birthday present for his new wife;
he was shown many pieces until they came to me,
and he exclaimed, oh yes, this is perfect, I will take it, please.
His wife adored me, oh I love the flowers in sparkling glass,
of pink like diamonds, I am going to put it on my new hat;
and there I stayed for years and years 'till she at last died,
I lay on a closet shelve gathering dust until her daughter found me.
She cleaned me gently and pinned me to her wool jacket,
and I got tons of compliments when we went out shopping together;
she never forgot me and touched me often with great love,
then, she died suddenly- and I was given to a charity store.
It was a terrible place, and I just lingered there 'cause I was old,
until a girl with raven hair picked me up and said, oh how pretty;
she took me home, cleaned me up until I sparkled again,
and often she takes me out, saying I am too pretty to stay home.
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April 13, 2018
Poetry/Personification/Once Upon A Time
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1088-496-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to Standard Contest, 140
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
N.W.A
Negus With Altitude
Children of Israel I have to floss the Jewels
the devil watch an since hell hot I exhale the truth an cough cubes
living in the artic zoo
Lucy lu polar bears loose
hell on earth i immune the fumes
Blue flames now im Super Saiyan Blue
against dragons
an witches an wizards black magic
but Im Aladdin created out of carbon ashes
to a Diamond in the Creators Image of a Black Man
from the Southern Kingdom of Judea Of Judah
An Gad while im Wise as Serpents to have Discernment of Judas
flames of God with fire of a furnace while looking in the eyes of Medusa
turning her into brimstone
Resurrected out the valley of dry bones
while i see the devil sitting on a throne of skulls
While i see flying souls around him thats been sold
and all he had to offer was lies and gold
i wrote this fire in hells kitchen on the stove
then the furnace pipes blowed
then a hole blowed open of the abyss
filled with a Spirit Bomb inside that doesn't tick
i aint the only one with the eyes to see the glitch
I shine cause of my Jeweler
you know it's scary an peculiar
when freddy kreuger has nightmares of your future
It's evident that im heaven sent with the testament with a bow an arrow in my fist tight grip
with a medal as my necklace my shoes reddish
make the devil sick
an which red represents fire as my element
the devil tricks was that he has never exist
while the poor poor an these devils rich
while the ghettos stench full of piss
but it was all pArt of the prints
lost who we were coming off the ships
according to prophecy it all makes sense
Im in Gods Army
My son, my son, my son
To whom I had taught the Lord’s Prayer
Guided His mind to ways of righteousness
Instilling what is right
Hoping for a man that shines forth. Strong!
A man of Godly character
What did I do wrong?
What unchangeable mistakes have I made?
Did I not show forth the Lord’s ways?
A life worthy to be exemplified?
Tell me my son,
Where did I go wrong?
Now you bare the burden of shame
Sitting in a state of anguish and pain
Days of torment, thinking
Knowing that this should not have been
Wanting to change what is time passed
God would not allow that even if you asked
If you were not where you are
Maybe, you would not have heard Gods call
He is going to take your shame, your pain and your anguish
He is going to take your loneliness
He is going to fill you with His Spirit
He is going to make you a lighthouse for Him
Do not despair my son
Do not despair
You will shine
As tarnished gold
Polished by the jeweler
My love for you will never wane
God’s love for you even more so remain
Give your all to Him
Let go and let Him
You have tried on your own
Now let God work His will through you
He is God and God alone
Love, Mom
No citadel’s too tall for mortals like you.
Even acclivity of mounts fear of bipeds like you.
Adam’s ale in its ampleness has lost its meaning.
And only with your condonance,
do the flowers un-bud and birds do sing.
But let’s see, if this almighty can pass in my little catechism;
And a test it is; shouldn’t be misconceived with any criticism:
So, in the unfolding, will you also make the butterfly to unfold,
its hued aileron as per your yearn and control?
And As per your hankering, will you as well repaint,
the black calamus of the cormorant?
What has been quenching the thirst for years,
will now go from blue to black?
will you do all this to everyone and
Then save yourself the flak?
Will the new clock scoot a tick?
The viaducts have no brick?
Will the berdas rumble and the cougars sing?
Will the off-springs dummy up their begetters in the forthcoming?
Succumb or give an answer, are the only ways you’ve got!
Cause’ what you’ve been doing, I dub it as prying.
And there exists no amnesty for what you’ve been trying.
You’ve been a fine jeweler for the prime;
Validating the originality of a corundum’s been your style.
So how come you changed your vogue; negative appraisal is all you report?
Since when were you born with the power to transmogrify?
One could not get to azure, if you ever denied?
It’s never too late for home, even if you start back today,
You’re never too late for home, if you grow into a new You on the way.
You’ve been vexing the orb for years and yet go on, cause it owns no speech.
Narcissistic you are I hate to say; You never did as you preached.
But you still get a chance, to outweigh all your flaws,
Capitulate to the architect; cause he’s the only one who knows,
How the orb would relearn to live and the art for the orb to re-grow.
To bend is not for the anemic; But for those who aspire to learn.
Meek you’re not but strong enough to have ‘to be transformed’, as what you yearn.
Believe me when you reach home today,
they will get to see the stronger You.
For yes, I’d still like to admit
No citadel’s too tall for a mortal like you.
Malley gave a diamond ring to his lover
Showed it to her dad who was a jeweler
It was synthetic one
Gave back to him at once
He said, “On Patrick’s Day, sham rock ever”
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March, 2014
Form: Limerick
Dr. Ram Mehta
Sixth Place Win
Contest: Green theme by PD