Best Jewelled Poems
On the night of a cold moon's glare
golden ring around frozen particles kiss
your beam over and back carries one torch
Desires delight dances in kaleidoscopic diamonds
warm once more my heart with treasured warmth
in dreams of jewelled passion we drink from star's cup
Faraway wonder of this universe
circle of never ending hope dancing life's shadow
starry eyed reflections over sea's touch
Oh truth of truth your radiance comes once again
within an eclipse of desire we dance in Heaven
dreaming within your peaceful stars of glory that shine
A Collaboration
By,
Liam Macdaibheid.
&
Michael P Clarke.
Do you know a child
That will get up to play?
What if they died before tonight?
In the third world children are piled,
Thousands of them die every day,
Poverty is their daily plight.
Do you care?
Do you fight?
For you have the power,
You know it can't be right
So many 'buds' don't flower.
Do you have a fridge
That is filled with food?
Unlikely our children will starve,
If we all linked hands, built a bridge,
Wiped out their debts as a prelude,
By that act the dying might halve.
Do you have a home
That is safe, snug and warm?
How would you feel if it fell down?
Bloodied, children’s feet have to roam,
Around their eyes and mouths flies swarm,
Obscene to them must seem a jewelled crown.
Do you care?
Do you fight?
For you have the power,
You know it can't be right
So many 'buds' don't flower.
Do you have a mind?
Will you stand and say no,
That no more will needlessly die?
Do your utmost to help mankind,
Use your power, make it not so,
Face their truth, stem the tears they cry?
Do you have a child
Could you stand, watch them die,
Knowing that they could have been saved?
Could you carry on, not feel wild,
Look other children in the eye,
Not by a 'white' lie be enslaved?
Do you care?
Will you fight?
For you have the power,
You know it can't be right
So many 'buds' don't flower.
Please fight endlessly,
Use entrusted power?
Make poverty history,
Help all those 'buds' to flower.
Make poverty history,
Help all those 'buds' to flower.
Anacreontic Verse
Winter has now passed,
tears drip from the sky
grey clouds hide the blue
it’s raining! I cry.
April showers
bring us welcomed rain,
our garden’s thirst
is quenched again.
Vibrant crocuses
of yellow and blue
peer through the soil.
Daffodils dance
in the warm spring breeze,
their golden pollen
may make you sneeze!
Terrific tulips
delight us
bursting with
jewelled colours of
purple, pink and red.
Cherry blossom falls
on a zephyr breeze,
resembling
pretty pink
wedding confetti
falling from the trees.
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Contest -Anacreontic Verse 3 sponsored by Edward Ebbs
04~04~16
Long shaded walks neath gilded canopies,
as Autumn’s twilight song proclaimed the cold
with words from lips of russet, aired with ease,
entwined with brittle leaves of bronze and gold
in muted tones; a whisper on a breeze,
that breathed of sun-kissed hands she used to hold;
of how an arctic moon upon her crept,
dissolving thoughts of Summer as she slept.
The wind did paint in pearl encrusted hue,
o’er fading hint of fragrant amber glow
with jewelled tears of frosty morning dew;
the pale sun all but chilled the earth below.
Of ashen light, a season born anew
brought wilderness and unrelenting snow
to smother hibernating Autumn spice;
entombed, with just her dreams, in lands of ice.
Azaleas with their vibrant jewelled colours mingle with
Begonias to bring beauty to my garden borders.
Calendula or Marigolds in glorious gold dazzle me like spring sunshine.
Daffodils dance delightfully on a zephyr breeze whilst
Exochorda macrantha is like a spring bride dressed in white pearls.
Forsythia with bright yellow blossom is such a sunny spring shrub
Gentiana is the queen of the alpines with its blue star like blooms.
Hyacinths with their heady scent are stunning when placed with
Irises in lovely lilac shades and grown in the same container.
Jonquil blooms are beautiful with many flowers on one stem.
Koreanspice viburnum provides colour and scent with their fragrant flowers.
Lily of the valley is sweetly scented but be wary as it is poisonous.
Magnolia’s magnificent flowers remind me of pink stars in the daytime.
Nemisia gives out superb scent and a splash of colour.
Oxlips look like large cowslips but with yellow primula flowers
Pansies remind me of smiling faces and brighten my pots
Quince trees produce pretty pink flowers in late spring
Rhododendrons provide a riot of springtime colour
Scillia or bluebells are abundant in April and May
Trillium thrive in a shady spot in your garden
Ulex or gorse gives a golden glow in the hedgerows
Violets have tiny flowers that can be sugared for pretty decorations.
Wallflowers grow anywhere in our gardens … not just by walls!!!
Xeranthemum or immortal flowers are related to sunflowers.
Yarrow has a lovely scent and can be used for medicinal purposes.
Zephyranthes robusta or rain lilies thrive in spring showers.
Spring Abecadarian Contest Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
04~19~16
Looking back at the Earth, I can't really describe how beautiful it is from 300 miles up. Looking down, you can tell it's a planet. The sky is black. There's just a thin blue ribbon, what we see as blue sky on Earth. You realize how small it is and how fragile the planet is...............by Astronaut Mike Good:
a thin blue crescent
of earth from the moon looks like
a jewelled head band
crowning a young queen
on a dark night when her love
slides a sapphire hoop
silver stars sparkle
above this clear azure line
making love life snug
May 13, 2016
For Rita A. Simmonds
O souls of the Island,
I have silently
heard through
tropical torrents
and surpassed
a million miles
of the milky seas,
away from
mint-marine
silhouettes of my
utopian wonderland,
as strawberry
ripples and
coconut-scented
musings called
upon my
flamboyant spirit,
to explore those
ebony-emeralds
of universe and
envelop my hope in
creamy pink shells.
I have soaked in
sepia impressions,
ebbing as
crepe currents
on splitting shores
and windsurfed
through the
hibiscus rays
of life by forbidding
heartache hymns
of yesteryears,
from lurking in
jewelled hours
of today
and built a
kryptonite kayak
to sail in the
turquoise times
of tomorrow.
For, now I know
that the
opalescent ocean
has chosen me,
to return the
riveting spirit
of sage-rufescent
rivulets back to
the 'Heart of
Humanity's Cosmos',
shaped in
soft serenades
of seraphim.
When the
whispers of a
mauve french-rose,
blooming within,
will uncurl their
farthest wish
in silken twinkles,
my eyes will always
remember these
watercolor heights
splashing crayon dusks
and revealing
silver moon truths,
for there's more
beyond the
neon networks
of syzygy pearl skies
and chestnut reefs,
yearning to be
cherished by the
blonde alchemy of love.
So, I abandon
those sooty
regrets that snorkel
with their fragile fins in
kohl-lily gulfs
and observe these
constellations
of intuitions, formed
by the star-kissed
manta rays and
sketch sagacious
saudades laced
with hope, as a
halo around the
lilac Pole Star.
In this mortal
seascape of
the seventh heaven,
every orphan
of darkness
shimmers as
the beacon
of lustrous
sugar-scintilla that
shapes this world,
in ivory-smitten
spheres of
magically
diaphanous helix,
waltzing in whispers
of wind and water.
Every lava-skinned,
feminine flame
of doleful daffodils
was once a glittered
cherry-red gardenia,
laced with
cardinal buds,
who nurtured
velvet seeds
in the womb of
celeste compassion
and edenic empathy.
And like myself,
every sea-maiden of
sequined lush ruminations,
crowned with
purple plumerias,
is a whimsical wayfinder,
wishing for ~
white bells of serenity
and blue-star petals of peace.
A Queens' jewelled hand
Lifted slowly,
pointed to the Western land
For, in the West
Stars were seen
Precious things
Hidden
Waiting to be found
In the forests of richest green
A star
Beneath a Western sky
A journey
With you
Deep in to the night
A Queens' jewelled hand
Lifted slowly
To a Western land
Where so many stars
Waiting to be found
Stars for you and I
To be found
Beneath a Western sky
The journey with you
To find this precious thing
Of a star...
Beneath a Western sky
Colour too
So many nights to pass
For, in a Western sky
You and I,
Will find a star
Waiting to be seen
In the forest of richest green
To the edge of night
You found..
What you were looking for..
In the west
Under starlight
Hand in hand
Walking through
Western land
I followed a star...
Found in a Western land
That star....
Was you
On powdered crystal wings Heaven descends to humbled Earth
Sparkling glimpses of jewelled treasures to some elegant worth
Pure, immaculate white no matter the depth to coming twilight
Billowing through myriads of veils, all fingerprints in first flight
She now dares to fall where she must, from dream in flutter
Dancing delicately...Swirling...Twirling into suddenly crisp hover
Shifted...Swayed...She enthrals my leaping, dizzying fascination
Like no other before, I marvel as she defies hurling gravitation
Intricate kaleidoscope of spirals linked and apart
Glittering feather like you float to repose my heart
Scintillating fragile, beauteous rays, for always
Imparting uniqueness in all ways, for always.
Jewelled flowers add such bling
on zephyr breeze they gently swing
Pretty pastel coloured bluebells ring
hark, you’ll hear them herald spring!
A flock of blackbirds sweetly sing
as they catch flies upon the wing
Tiny lambs gambol with zest and zing
lush green grass, their soft plaything
HM in a contest in 2018
I was disappointed not to place higher than an HM , I worked hard with the imagery and the rhyme at the end of each line
Submitted to Honourable mentions Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
3/10/18
From left
To right
He flutters in a frenzy;
Up
and down he goes,
As if on fire, and seemingly so,
If one glances at the jewelled breast
Blazing with fire.
He lives his little life in this flying frenzy,
Never-stopping, until his little flaming heart
Chooses to submit
To Mortality.
Strange shadows had dappled this earth,
On a day beautiful in utter stillbirth!
Moonlit at noon-sun eclipsed by the moon,
Vastly, crescent sun shadows were strewn!
Then the breeze assumed a sudden chill,
At the pause in ancient ritual thrill,
On May the tenth, nineteen ninety four-
I believe that heaven was at my door!
Not since the golden midday I was born,
Had I awakened to such a jewelled morn,
Awash in a treasure of silver and gold,
It won't repeat until a century unfolds.
Birds were hush, and the people in awe,
As night had forced the day to withdraw.
The fiery sun grew dark as a blackberry,
Sensing the day had gone quite contrary.
All were actors in the great shadow play,
Even fireflies, warblers and our blue jay,
On the beauteous day of silver sunlight,
When the amorous moon took the spotlight!
A Beautiful Collection
Artistic. Brilliant colours. Dainty embroidery.
Fragile golden hues in jewelled kaftans.
Light multicoloured needlework on patchwork quilts.
Rich silken tapestries
Unusual vestments with xstitching. Yarmulke & Zucchetto.
Inspired by the Iron Maiden Song, Tears of a Clown
Drinking, he recalled the Circus Grim,
and the strange world that ruined him.
He had done anything for a laugh.
Once, the magician sawed him in half.
He'd traveled the whole country round.
Now tears fall from the circus clown.
An orphan child, running from disaster,
fell into the service of a cruel ringmaster.
At first, he was never seen on stage,
laboring to clean a hungry lion's cage.
In dreams, he wore a jewelled crown,
and he rose to fame and renown.
The juggler, fire-eater and contortionist,
joked with him and the beauty he loved best.
It was then, a drunken challenge, he made,
and, to his surprise she accepted, unafraid.
She caught his eye as she came down,
a moment frozen for a circus clown.
His secret love, he thought, flew like a dove,
enchanting him, like an angel above.
No matter how he tries, he won't forget,
the trapeze girl who missed the net.
He'll swill whisky until he drowns
in tears, the broken-hearted circus clown.
“The Path towards REMEMBERING is not for the weak. It is priceless. Move inwards, without faltering & know that you are held.” Poet
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journey within is strewn with jagged edges
and jewels
both can lead to detours
walking a straight and narrow path one
traverses own jungle untamed
lame sometimes becomes our resolve
not to forge ahead beyond crags or rags
is not an option once undertaking begins
screams may merge with songs or dreams
cream alongside starvation or salvation
a luminous beckoning lighthouse at end of tedium slogs hold us steady
often makes us heady
in solitude with faith we need make no haste
knowingness with Heart’s compass surely
keeps us safe
neither hazard or hurdle makes us curdle
Soul the master of destined fate never late
to turn cherished key into jewelled Home
within is majestic prize to win