A gathering in the stillness of night,
A fulfilment of what the sage foretold,
Emergence of the unspoken and the unwritten,
The arrival of a different spiritual order,
A bracelet of stars is the sign,
A revelation of only one true sovereignty.
April 25, 2026.
Nette Onclaud,
Six And Seven Poetry Contest.
She always wore a bracelet of stars.
Sparkled like the galaxy, blinded my vision!
I hope someday we share a wrist.
It’s unfair to hoard beauty like that.
I promise to be careful with it.
It was the last thing I touched.
Contest: Six and seven
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: 23.04.2026
Sky's decked with a stunning starry gown,
The Corona Borealis forms her crescent crown,
While the Orion forms her belt resplendent,
Pole star hangs like a necklace pendant,
Corona Australis looks like bracelet of stars,
Earth is blessed between Venus and Mars.
Gems adorn orange moon, bracelet of stars
Sinks crimson sun. Bullfrogs, in twiggy marsh.
Swirling in space, stars chase opaline darkness,
On forever road, illuminated in hued sharpness.
Green is moonlit valley, sunset, star crowned,
When bracelet jingles, felt upon solid gound.
We gaze into darkened star lit night
God has a good sense of humor
he plays pictogram with stars in sky
the Angels arrange them out of order
with one touch God links them together
creating a beautiful bracelet for our view
Floating in the amorous sequined stellar sky
in mystique bejeweled night you came enticed
in my embellished dream where for you
I made a sparkling bracelet of stars.
The euphoric gems felt your heart’s rhythm
in cadenced galactic concerto of my passion.
I glimpse around a jeweller’s plush boutique,
for token of affection, silver star-studded bracelet,
I’d shower diamonds on my treasured darling,
whose lambent aura sets my heart ablaze,
with her blissful smile and gleaming eyes,
band of ornaments from me starstruck beau
Like a halo circling, s t a r s.
Golden hues surround my wrist.
Bright, intricate; swoon is ours.
Twilight eyes I won’t resist.
Loosen chain; the rise of s c a r s.
Smooth with oil and balm, then kissed.
My beloved are the stars at night ~
gone family, friends and even pets . . . sparkle !
Oh, with stars I weave a bracelet . . .
it glows with love upon my wrist
becoming a precious secret I keep within,
and I alone . . . behold my star bracelet !
Life resembles a bracelet of shiny stars
that gleam to show their sparkling best.
The brightest ones gift us fine memoirs
while dimmer ones offer up a test-
accepting life with varied ebbs and flows-
for when complete, each best forever glows.
Wearing his bracelet, she was a sight
made of bright twinkles, and swirling moonlight.
Given by Vincent and his vivid brush,
the bold starry night did not blush.
As he gazed from his hospital room,
Night was the bride, Vincent the groom.
A bracelet of stars adorn the sky
Twinkling brightly they gleam in one’s eye
They light up the dark of night
A string of beauty, a heavenly delight
Stars are a wonder, a godly treasure
Hung in the night for earthly pleasure.
Silver strands of gentle fleece are bold
Stars twinkle when the skies are cold
Gems wrapped softly upon your fair wrist
A celestial cradle floats like ivory mist
Orions circle hangs upon a winter's day
Galaxies serenade us, up, up and away
we look into the sky for solace
searching for meaning in the Milky Way
a bracelet of charms, innocent and flawless
poised to embrace our fears and dismay
with its ageless, everlasting splendor and grace
inviting our eyes to touch and play
A child wishing upon the nightly stars.
What a bright star way over there,
another one twinkling just like a diamond.
I want all of them to hold,
one by one I make my bracelet.
What a bracelet of stars to behold.
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