I’m ruby red for passion
Blue sapphire like the sky
Turquoise like the ocean
These gems I have inside
Bluish green in daytime
Purplish red at night
Alexandrite symphony
Reveals my inner light
An amethyst so peaceful
It brings me inner calm
Aquamarine tranquility
My soul sings along
Bloodstone for courage
Citrine golden hues
Diamond strength for purity
So many gems to choose
I was born from stardust
Gems of rainbow hues
I suspect that probably
you my friend, were too.
For Mystic Rose’s, “Spiritual Gem inside me Poetry Contest
July 3rd 2025
Dice, the goddess of morals, asked her mother, Themis
Why there's divorce, gambling, abortion, and alcoholism?
Why should dehumanization, like a Bloodstone, beamish?
Why should knives of nemesis nip the knots of neutralism?
Cores of conscience, like collapsed castles, Themis said, crash
The self within the inner sanctum, like sand grains, is split.
Joy, peace, harmony, happiness, and self-fulfillment clash
Empathy and sympathy submit to apathy's conflict.
Demons in humans delicately dominate their domains.
As though white sheep amongst black cattle, they cudgel their brains.
Their will to do good, like delinquent house dogs, is in chains.
Blood of cutthroat competitions, to win, flows in their veins.
Honesty should guide one and all, Themis said to Dice.
Summit of self-splendidness alone will never suffice.
Written: August 2023
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moonless selflessness
heavenly bloodstones rainfall~
the beast rainstorms chomp
to hide in the dark
dangerous, brash rain monsters~
the Sunlight squandered
luminous shadow
gradients of gray wobble~
slumbering music
painful heart eclipse.
sun hidden by bloodstone rain~
night saps our spirit
the howl of rain beasts
darkness drinks in, clawing bones~
stuck in vague tones haze
Bloodstone
Band the status quo
Letting go of the ego
Overpowering the negative energy
Offering thyself a torch to see through the dark
Doing my best and playing my part
Self and Soul have been tied
Taking each experience in stride
On to the next level of life to rebrand
Needing only the highest to guide my hand
Evolution sparked by love will reveal His plan
This vivid pink sky does not often visit Nebraska in December
It is a rare wolf moon, few recognize the implied significance
The sage soothsayer knows it is her opportunity
She is closer to the veil tonight than most nights
She chooses a few stones from the path
Wishing one of them was bloodstone,
But chooses feldspar, the next best mineral
Air is colder than usual, she expects to hear owl.
Owl is silent, possibly in hiding from tonight
Disturbances are afoot; you can tell by the stillness.
A she wolf in the distance gives one lone howl
In solidarity with the soothsayer, encouraging her vigilance.
We have traveled to thirty-seven states, the youngster told me.
He is only eight, so this is quite the accomplishment.
I collect one rock from each state, want to see them?
His mother rolls her eyes, as if it is no big deal.
It is a big deal to me; I am also a rock collector.
Sure!
He takes me into his room and pulls a box out from under his bed.
I imagine mica, feldspar, gypsum, glitters of bloodstone and the like.
He opens the lid. The rocks are gray, chalky, and gravel.
“Which one came from Tennessee?” I ask him.
He says “I have absolutely no idea, but aren’t they amazing?”
I think I’ll get him a bag of gravel for his birthday.
The weather is cold and so are you.
So shallow, in all shades of blue.
The crown you wear is dripping with jewels
Of bloodstone and all shades of hell.
The power of fate runs through your veins.
The torrent of the past runs through your pains.
The memory of her runs amuck in your mind,
As you try anything and everything to find
Your sanity beneath all the rubble
Of the house that came falling down,
And the storm laughed along with her.
The one who pushed you down
From heaven or that's how the tale goes.
From sweet angels to deathly foes.
From a saint to an earthly villain.
The stars still sing of the tragedy befallen.
Contest name: Your Selection.
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Date: 22/01/2023
Rocks appease me like nothing else can. Best of all, they are cheap, all over the place and the best price.
A born die-hard rock enthusiast, I love hard ones, smooth ones, speckled ones, and crumbly ones.
I enjoy their look, their touch, and sometimes the sounds they make when I hold them to my ear.
Discern feldspar from granite? Sure, but it is usually in it. Bloodstone from amber? Of course I can.
If I keep the beryl long enough, I’ll have a big hunk of emerald, but we are talking dynasties.
Give me something harder please, a new challenge, a stone I have never seen before.
Labs are creating new ones all the time? Oh, goody.
I graduated from rocks to gemstones; it was a natural progression.
Chrysoprase, opals, rubies, and moonstones are my personal favorites.
Occasionally an emerald or topaz calls to my heart, and I add it to my collection.
Unfortunately, my tastes are a little more expensive now, but I still bring home the free ones.
Spiritual regeneration and universal intelligence
Neptune in the 9th hour invokes lucid dreams
and third eye visions of intuitiveness oh
Lapis Lazuli in the shadow of a frosted moon
I become omniscient like the great horned owl
to Samhains’ coming Ostara as the ebb and flow
of sacred aqua return now from the Titus-Bode
In this verve century of Emir and the pious
bloodstone a new cognizant cycle begins
signifying the great divine Eden once again
so does sayeth Sanskrit and the winged prophet
in the midst of indigo radiant and hallowed oh
in the 9th hour of lucid dreams I become visionary
just like Enoch in the shadow of the moon
spiritual regeneration and universal intelligence
of Neptune.
Imagine me, a fish in the sea.
Such a sensitive soul with waves of compassion.
A water baby through and through.
Dreaming away while looking up at planets and stars.
I see Neptune ruling the skies in the dark.
A mystical spirit with armfuls of feelings,
always standing up for what I believe in,
and devoted to what and who I love.
I want to see through your eyes,
and when you feel pain, I feel pain too.
Holding the bloodstone in my hand ( or fin) I think of my fears,
eyes filled with tears.
But I don't face my fears - I escape in my hazy imagination.
Must remember to take off the rose - tinted glasses at times -
I need to see what's real.
Artistic and imaginative, lost in cloudy days.
Enough emotional creation to fuel forever endeavors.
With energy that's as erratic as the tides.
I live in my dreams and believe that they're real
I feel what you feel.
By Emma Buckeridge
For contest : Zodiac Zones
How would the world react,
too the verity of Al-'Alaq?
Would the unbelievers believe,
would the dissenters assent,
would combatants humble thyselves?
I've seen the bloodstone,
i've held it many times...
i've written about it...discreetly,
in a short series called,Laskrizon,
many have quested,many have questioned,
but,the one thing you cannot
........is doubt,
once you behold it's wonderful uniqueness...
*sura 96
Unleash your fire, spark that turns flame in your chest and breaths through your eyes,
bloodstone red.
Unleash your desire, hot moist dew, like rain between your thighs, rising in to your soul you
once thought dead.
Unleash your fear, smoldering heat, a pain lodged in your throat and swallowed like pride
you hold in your head.
Unleash your spirit, I've still yet to tame with my mouth and my naked true self, alone in my
bed.
Warrior monks in quest they ride
the wind their flight in hopes to find
a jeweled treasure lost to the world
the world seems lost as time unfurls
An ailing kingdom sits transfixed
Knights of honor attend the sick
gallant posture protecting throne
await they must,return of the Bloodstone
Searching high and searching low
hidden in a place unknown
crevice to cave land and sea
beneath the stars,this star will be
Centuries and aeons pass
diligent search the few to task
health restored is all they ask
as many sick in illness bask
The Bloodstone holds the key of life
contained within' are grapes on vines
beginning matrix of the many
spiraled wonder crystaled veins.......
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