Best Trinket Poems
FALLEN TRINKET
Swiveling from her ears, dangling starlight. Smile
like a crescent moon, seared into his eyes.
She’s a Mona Lisa, with no fear of flying, slowly
gliding through his glasses ~ a sparkling, dear dove.
She’s soaring through the rainbow clouds. He hears her
joyous flapping, tears like sprinkles on an ice cream cone.
They touch his heart, her red lipstick smeared on his cheek.
The mere scent of her pulse, pounding out blue skies ~
the felicitous cheer of the heavens. She shakes
her head ‘yes,’ as one star falls near his knee, in proposal.
“C’mere,” he grins. They ignore the fallen trinket, as a
diamond appears, stunning the fairies, who fawn over
the rock, from their hiding places. “I love you, m’dear,”
Her hair tousled by sighs of the atmospheric zephyr.
Reflective years would bring children into the fairylight.
Generations would disappear after birthing shooting stars.
5/24/2021
Trinket
Glass bells
Sweet tinkle plays
Wistful sparkle of joy
Teardrops.
Meryl's love was fool's gold,
but he didn't want to think it...
He loved *her* till she was very old
surrounded by her trinkets.
She fashioned trinkets all her life
and put her soul into it...
She wasn't the ideal wife,
if he dared but think it.
Meryl's love was not real...
She only loved her trinkets.
Blue and red were on her shelf
if you went and saw it.
Deception's path was slow for him...
He thought Meryl would alter,
but she pretended love, as he could see,
from the day she was at altar.
And so it was that Meryl died...
In her coffin were her trinkets.
He saw her 'love' was but a hide.
"Begone with you, and trinkets!"
11/11/2016
Her name was Ella and his name was Tim;
They lived in a little village on the big island's rim.
Each day in the early dawn they went for their swim;
Just little Ella and big brother Tim.
Now their little island was protected by a big barrier reef,
And the village was ruled by their father the chief.
There were only ten houses in their village complete,
Each one on stilts, with sand bags as feet.
All the villagers fished in the waters, of the great barrier reef;
Gathering in late noon, in the shade of their huts, for temporary relief.
Each day at evening, they'd go to pick berries at the vast jungle's edge;
Sometimes they'd walk to the mountain, to pick the fruits on its ledge.
Day after day, it was always the same,
Playing in the surf and fishin' in the rain.
Ella and Tim grew weary, of eatin' the same meals;
Often wondering aloud - what the rest of their island, could possibly reveal.
Then one day, as they were playing, in the sands and the surf,
They found the strange trinket that'd been washed up on their turf.
As Ella lifted it high for her brother to see.
A strange voice urged them inward with the most plaintive little plea.
"Follow me my darlings, inward from the sea,
To a land of plenty, you'll most surely agree."
Well, they walked and they walked til' they could walk no more;
Until right before their very eyes stood a giant candy store.
They ate all that night and into the next day,
And, they were so full, they could not even play.
Their tummys so full they fell down in a heap;
They'd had too much sugar even to sleep.
As the morning sun rose slowly over the dell,
The trinket they'd found turned into a shell.
Then, as Ella and Tim rubbed their weary eyes,
They found themselves back on the beach, to their very surprise.
Now the moral of this story for all you out there,
That things aren't always better in places elsewhere.
Magic trinkets in time could take you somewhere;
But my advice to you my darlings, you'd better beware.
Doth behind your eyes
Are hidden secrets there be
What's that I hear
In your daily sigh
Something I dare
Not to compare.
Diligently I write
Lives, romances
Their strives, those satires
Moment of my awakening
Having been one awards
Of the putrid deeds
Of mankind, oh you
Oxymoronic thing, you
Man-kind.
If only true, I could see
In you that light
It ought not to be hid.
Don't spare me now
Late in the narrow pass
I'd surely live through
Your devouring
Of my feelings.
Little orb, gaze on me now
I still hurt, my heart
Lives somewhere around.
Dash me upon
Rock and boulder point
Sink me like galleons
Of old Spanish gold.
For my value is not
Near the market price
A broken trinket
Found on lost beach
Of love for you
If you wished dear.
Her love was just a trinket,
I wanted a pure jewel,
I desired to give her the universe
All she could carry was the moon.
I waited for you in the forest
You claimed you were at the sky,
Yet this was the day I had brought
The wings to wrap on your back.
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Yet, no, I will not lose heart
My kingdom of limitless passion
Still has not inhabitant but waits
Waits for their procession.
She found it on the side of the road
When she was eight years old
A braclet with silver rainbows
That was overlaid with gold
It wasn't worth much money
But priceless, in her eyes
Nothing more than a trinket
But a treasure she'd always prize
She wore it on special occasions
Like to weddings or a dance
Anywhere she got dressed up
Or whenever she got the chance
They all went out to dinner
And forgot to check the locks
The door was open, when they got home
And they had taken, her jewlery box
The first time, she'd ever went out
And it wasn't on her wrist
The jewlery box was filled with gold
But the bracelet is what she missed
The police were called to investigate
They said, it would probably never be found
She left the room and went outside
Without ever making a sound
While walking down the darkened road
The headlights blinded her stare
When out of the corner of one of her eyes
She caught a glimpse of a glare
"That couldn't be", she thought to herself
It was even to impossible to think it
But sure enough, beside the road
Lay her beautiful, rainbow, trinket
the clock was taken out of the box and put in a place of honor.
In memory of her cousin the honorable Judge Mc Donner.
He had always loved these trinkets, they had belonged to his mother.
Now that he was gone, they belonged to his youngest brother.
The brother, an artist, had seen almost immediately
How he could honor his mother, and his brother Lee.
He had all the trinkets put into a sunny new clock.
Colorful and fun, this clock truly did rock!
Like old paint,
the discarded heart chips away
where it lay
in a hollow chest
not unlike my own breast.
In its prime,
untainted by sin
and made of sheepskin,
its candy apple hue
captivated everyone—especially the likes of you.
However, who now
could admire a color
so mottled by misuse and so drastically duller?
Verily, no unclouded eye could find merit
in such a sorry trinket.