When I was younger
Time was money
Fancy clothes and romance
Now, it is one day less;
Every additional gift
Of sunrise
an immeasurable wealth
No longer with Time on
My side, try as I may
(my old Rolex sighed)
From Father Time, nothing
Can really hide --
Pressure, pressure, pressure
Hurts, hurts, hurts
Under so much pressure
Pressure to do the right thing
Pressure to be something
Doing all this hard work
Just for my failures to lurk
Pressure, pressure, pressure
Crack, crack, crack
Under so much pressure
Even after all that pressure
You don't get anything better
Still the same results
Still the same faults
Pressure, pressure, pressure
From the dark velvet of night
To the million shards of glass
Diamonds giving uncountable light
Hanging in a universe made of brass
Down to the silhouette of the coast
Listening to the sound of the ocean roar
The lone figure of a woman, lost
Standing in awe, longing for more
The wet sand pulls at her frozen feet
As the foam washes over the dark
In her heart she feels an agony of defeat
So many words have left an ugly mark
She opens her hands to feel the water
Longing for it to wash away the pain
Trying to remember, she is the King’s daughter
Feeling about her ankles the claws of a chain
As the salty waves crash
A voice can be heard
The vision is seen in a flash
No more is her memory blurred
The irons break and release their hold
The shadows depart from her mind,
Stepping out of the dark and into the gold
Of the truth she was longing to find.
Meeting in the dark,
away from prying eyes.
Away from wagging tongues,
spewing evil venom like a snake.
Our love must go on,
for we are soul mates.
The lights look like diamonds,
your diamond eyes match.
Somehow this view left me,
totally speechless.
The bright blue sky with white fluffy clouds,
are slipping far away.
The day is coming to a close,
it is now their bedtime.
The bright blue is turning into crimson, pink and purple,
as the golden sun slips away.
Bright stars looking like huge diamonds,
are awaking to dress the night sky.
Heavenly angels are watching and waiting,
for they will soon be needed.
Have You Heard Them Say,
"it is Written in the Stars"?
Angels come with ink from heaven,
as they spend their nights writing away.
Only a few will see and read,
what a special message it will be.
Riding out
into the sunset
towards sunny uplands
before moons fall
scattering rock
and tiny diamonds
as crimsoned penumbra
encircles all things.
Dark swoops like a bat
to engulf the rasping throes
of surety.
Dawn awakes fretful
Mirrors and masks fail.
Diamonds on velvet,
l’m longing for a sunrise.
Vampire’s blood is cold.
The snow sparkled in the sun, casting diamonds across land
A blanket shining with distance from where I stand
Nature's falling untouched, almost blinding
So much clarity in cold air, with confusion unwinding
What lies underneath, will not be known until spring
As nature melts, healing is spoken by birds that sing
- The uncut diamonds simply fade away-
- While in memory, will always stay -
Heidi Sands
2/5/26
(C)opyright
You’d mind us kindly once again,
for our good health, and the wealth
of the nations.
You mean … you’ll mine us,
ours will be the running sweat,
the burning toil to unshutter the breathing vents,
drain the dark shafts, pump the carrying oil, then
back to work with bright canaries
strapped to the buckling back.
We’d sing our bowed-head, whistling songs
underground in the damp earth of memories,
where we’ll again be wed
under the stars of your crosses and banners,
our dry roots will knot like twisted longtime lovers.
The grand old parents left seawards so long ago
taking the deep gold and crown diamonds
with them, and we were left, lonely
children in the wilds to fight it out
with dusty dingoes and the lion prides.
Now the proud, younger lords return
to exact their blood inheritance, tax free.
A century of tomorrow’s sunsets
will see the grandchildren abandoned
on these seething shores, again to kindle
fires against hungry tigers and slinking panthers.
Show us the canary.
Shimmering cascades of tumbling clear water free falling.
Tiny sparkling crystal-like droplets escaped the mighty deluge.
Sun soaked the waterfall glistened like diamond jewellery.
Marilyn Monroe - Diamonds are a girl’s Best friend
Diamonds, Rusted or shiny, are my best companions when times are tough
When my crystal tear drops from My Deer fawn eyes
Sparkling champagne with a bottle of red wine would do just right
On rainy nights of such gloom
Diamonds, rusted or shiny, are my best friends when my days are cold
Gold of such radiance of the Sun, Breakfast at Tiffany’s Place
I'm a lady with expensive taste,
You have to please me with great royalties.
black diamonds did not form on our planet
They are from outer space
Reputed to deflect negativity from the wearer
diamonds have a shine that rivals the stars
they look fantastic in jewelry – rings and necklaces
I remember receiving my first one in nineteen sixty-four
I have lost them, found them, and revitalized them
They always delight me
each with her own personality
as diverse as a snowflake
no two alike
Diamonds on a rain puddle
I'm twirling in a sea of colors
Flashing lights and headlights
In a modern world of gray
I'm dancing in a rainbow
And the best part about the rain
Is that it masks the tears
Some would call me weird
Others would find this sanctuary
Being alone is what I'm used to
Surrounded by voices
Because they don't see
What I see
So I dance alone
As the heavens cry
I cry with the heavens
And as we cry...
Diamonds on a rain puddle
I'm twirling in a sea of colors
But don't you worry
...Nothing really is
"Everyone's Searching"
(Willie Nelson Style; 4/4 Rhythm)
Verse 1
(G) Some want their diamonds, (C) some want their gold
(G) Some want to stay young and (D) never grow old
(G) Some want only to (C) make love
(G) Others want a love to (D) hold
(G) Some want to (C) save their eternal (G) soul
Verse 2
(G) Some seek for pleasure, (C) some look for truth
(G) Some hunt for the fountain of (D) eternal youth
(G) Some want such power, (C) some want such fame
(G) Many hunt for fortune, (D) others just a name
Chorus
(C) Everyone's searching, (G) nobody finds
(C) Everyone's looking, but (G) everyone's blind
(C) All play the jester, (G) all play the fool
(A7) For nobody (D) plays by the golden rule
Verse 3
(G) Some want a cause on (C) which to spend their life
(G) Others long for death (D) just to end their strife
(G) Some want their diamonds, (C) some want their gold
(G) Some want to stay young and (D) never grow old
Chorus
What shines is a diamond in the rough, not a robot in a black box.
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