Carnelian Poems | Examples

Proposal

Carnelian, please, I need my strength;
Tell goldstone to be here in lengths
And dragon stone will guide me through,
With rose quartz here, for loving you.
My pyrite guides me to the left.
Labradorite leaves my hand, bereft.
And though my quartz is tattered and shattered,
Tell amethyst that it never mattered.
Just let me cry and let me sing--
Just let my heart explode again!
Snowflake obsidian strips me naked.
Strengthening contrasts are so sacred.
I'll put this rose quartz to my disposal,
Gift opalite ring, accept my proposal
And be with me forevermore.
Please, please be mine, forevermore

Bruised Syllables

A letter to my wounds,
fragranced with powdered incense,
every word woven from carnelian ink,
beauty lies in the readers heart,
bruised syllables define nothing,
when everything phrased and vented,
are mere signs of bravery, 
flowing in eloquence. 
So, see beyond vague verses,
crafted from mystical metaphors,
and sanguine similes,
there streams,
truth of a healing mind,
still bleeding broken ballads,
and soulful sonnets; 
same rhythm as the 
art of a passionate poet,
pleading to be heard and seen,
amidst silenced skies on gloomy nights,
as this quill desires no accolades nor
condolences but compassion.

Spiritual Monsoon

You bathe me inside carnelian dreams,
I’m inspired just being in your presence;
Captivated by your outrageous schemes,
surrounded by such a potent essence;
That energy’s become my sustenance;
Stronger than I ever thought I could be 
I’ve grown through all of that intensity;
Vitality engulfed me with a moan,
clearing up all the crazy inside me;
Wiped clean by a spiritual monsoon.

Virtuoso

Letter chosen "V"
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Virtuoso

Carnelian dawn reflects red sun rising,
Mirrors glow of vermillion flycatchers,
With scarlet plumage, so mesmerizing,
Dawn’s songbirds – virtuoso stature.

Flight song resounds through the still morning mists,
Woodland thickets embrace the day song,
Artists on wings with bright feathers flame kissed
Warble sweet aves on garnet birdsongs.

Vigil for daybreak in tones cinnabar
Matins’ maestros in morning’s sung prayers,
Amber strains from coquelicot popstars,
Lauds for the Daystar ring through newborn airs.

Cloaked in vermillion at evening's first light,
Songbirds wait to sing in red-orange delight.

Grand Nebula Carina

Hubble photographed her
in her finest sapphire 
and carnelian display;
a wizened sage who’s
gathered knowledge of universes
Orion takes his back seat to her luminosity.

Gowned in her elegant splendor, 
Carina’s a nebulous delight, 
upon Sagittarius’s Arm
a pageantry of excellence,
as she arrives at the universal ball.

String Quartet

homemade scarlet string 
    light Aroma 

mottling Degree 
  burning 

autumn Leaves – 
   with nymph flapping wings 

  you win 

  waltz to the rhythms on the
    zephyr's caroling strain

 rainbow-colored 
    smooth waves 

 gently rustling intonation 

 oriflame Lasting 
 autumn Carnelian 

  philharmonic Orchestra

Written: July 29, 2022

Pylon Sky

Above quercitron sand.
A solemn sky of navy-gam
Wind's relieved sigh of a day gone by
Hum's hum of dusty dusk
Rust hair fades from view.
Metal mother dusky pink 
Safety
Eburneon
Carnelian
And finally
Gamboge

A Carnelian

a carnelian 
crystal flow reflects sunset
blanket of white peace

woody specters dot
painted skies on horizon
icy riverbank

crayola color
blending in duplicity 
harmonic nature

Prayer For Our Family Tree

We pray for the healing of the family tree 
and call upon the Carnelian Angels of soul's confession 
that they may minister to our family 
We invite the Holy lights into this circle of prayer time  
and open our hearts to the karmic energies of life; 
Like the Egyptians of old,  we entrust our family ties 
to the Holiest of Holiest order, the Mystical Cross 
                            Of Jesus ....
We ask for the hourglass of time to bless every member  
with the golden sands of compassion, and allow us to 
journey safely in this lifetime and the next...
We ask for healing of the mind, body, and spirit  
of every member and extend our hearts wishes
towards heavenly ties...
We pray for patience and endurance  
as we watch and pray, until dawn arrives to call 
us away.  We the messengers of love and peace 
entrust the Carnelian Angels to do their anointing 
with hands of gentle touch, using forbearance and 
endless love to all.  Amen

Colorful Fall

Carnelian and crimsons orchestrate eye music
Ornate as orange oboes that blare a fiery woo 
Loud in the hills, flaring flutes of maroon thrill,
Oscillating in burgundy trills of a breezy banjo
Red rises in volumes that the silent trees hear,
For they farewell warmth, in sun-setting relief,  
Undulating in vermillion wavelengths an adieu,
Lingering long in mellowing yellows, autumnal

Free leaves wind-whorl a gold saxophone-puff
As apples blush in whistles of a taupe wisteria
Looping branches bare-brown in tuned annual
Love-fest festooned in earthen melody eternal

(9/14/18)

Les Feuilles Mortes

Late,
 the morning glories rise
 passionate, royal, magenta blooms trumpeting,
 helloes and goodbyes;
novice neophytes falling 
into lavender blush dream states
succumbing to a mellowed change in weather
 cooler days awakened by pale aging sunlight
 soft, restless breezes 
 in the trees shedding leaves;
twilight for the foliage 
a lurid golden year half-light dulcet dawns, 
scarlet carmine sunsets, waning,
 whispering not shouting 
 carnelian nights humming a lullaby, 
 serene, euphonious,
clouded eyes struggling to remain awake
buddings small and petite, 
placid emollients of day;
 shaded out of scathed hunter greens
 falling to lemon camboge 
 limed colored oranges,
harvest time citrus afterbites 
commencement to vermillion bleedings
September full blood moon phasings, 
 in crisp kaleidoscope etchings 
 of a well-painted palette
 sepia rusettes, auburn, 
ambered melancholia disturbances;
sanguine shortened days,
arboreal sleep, brittle and dry
 les Feuilles Mortes.




Mystic Rose contest of Hello September
9/17/21

Ruby Shopping Trip

Ruby Shopping Trip

I spent my day shopping for rubies 
 Among the carnelian dewdrops;
Gazing into garnet and golden skies -
 Inhaling coral rose scent through raindrops.

I spent my twilight in an andesine sunset;
 Fire opals lighting up in constellations;
Twinkling spinels mined from crimson dwarfs;
 Star rubies flash smiles in jubilation.

I spent my midnight dreaming of cinnabar -
 Visions of chests filled with jewels;
Spellbound - enchanted -wealth unimagined -
Only to find it on nature’s footstool.

7-26-20
Contest: First Line Prompt

White Goddess

White Goddess
by Michael R. Burch

White in the shadows
I see your face,
unbidden. Go, tell

Love it is commonplace;
tell Regret it is not so rare.

Our love is not here
though you smile,
full of sedulous grace.

Lost in darkness, I fear
the past is our resting place.

Published by Carnelian, The Chained Muse, Poetry Life & Times, A-Poem-A-Day and in a YouTube video by Aurora G. with the titles "Ghost, " "White Goddess" and "White in the Shadows." Keywords/Tags: White, God, Goddess, ghost, shadows, shade, spirit, spiritual, haunted, Muse, love, regret, sedulous, grace, face, common, commonplace, rare, dark, darkness, past, grave, women, surreal

White In the Shadows

White in the Shadows
by Michael R. Burch

White in the shadows
I see your face,
unbidden. Go, tell

Love it is commonplace;
tell Regret it is not so rare.

Our love is not here
though you smile,
full of sedulous grace.

Lost in darkness, I fear
the past is our resting place.

Published by Carnelian, The Chained Muse, Poetry Life & Times, A-Poem-A-Day and in a YouTube video by Aurora G. with the titles “Ghost,” “White Goddess” and “White in the Shadows”

Ordinary Poem

Picking up the trash
I brush past you.

You say "mind the ice."

Underneath the concern---humor,
a mental picture
of my comic duck-walk.

Half way to the garage
I hear your voice again,
as if your throat
were joined to my belly.

You sing to yourself
as you fix a meal,
I feel your salty gravity
as a carnelian
dipped in my blood.

I carry you back to the kitchen
still singing in my breast.

At the sink,
you wash and kiss my cold fingers
as sotto voce, 
you reprise a song from ‘Frozen,’
while stirring hash in a skillet.

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