Feldspar Poems | Examples

Nickle plated oboes

Red Slime: must you disguise your worth
aren't you treasure
which Mica and quarts
sand and gold
Aren't you tresure
that a torch should solitify
you into a crystalized anomlly
aren't as much tresure as gold itself
nitrate and phosfate
the seperation of a wayer soaked claim
Mica Schits introduced me to
the Grayish Gold ore one desires
Ultramatic, tuff the stones of a sandy
panning area
Feldspar! Feldspar and Garnet!
then were are your tresures

Mr. Mica Schits Feldspar
Ore Miss
Mica Schits Feldspar

I Will Pay You For Some Words

Serendipity, pollywog, persnickety, lemon, hog and peach
For these words I like to use I will give you six cents each.
Onward and upward, supercalifragelisticalidocious I like too.
Feldspar, polka dot, sapphire, nonsensical, jubilation to name a few.
Writing poetry gives me the opportunity to play other special words.
And others I like- like candelabra, stalagmite, stalactite and blackbirds.
Many times, I wake up at three a.m. hearing lines of a poem in my head.
I wonder if this will continue after I am supposed to be dead,

Feelings of a Rock

The professor carries me into his science lab and washes me off in the sink.
Dang! This water is cold!
“Granite, feldspar, a bit of hematite,” He says on Monday, explaining me to a class.
He does this over and over with many classes during the week.
I scream “He used me to kill his wife!” but no one in college speaks rock.
“You are an evil professor!” I yell at him.
No one hears me.
So I keep his secret in silence.
Angry as hell at him.

A Rare Wolf Moon

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.

Which One Came From Tennessee

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.

She Comes Out Smelling Like Rain

Washed the roundish rock off in the pond.
Metallic sizzle smell came from her center.
Reminding me of a sauna’s fragrance.

Mica and feldspar glinted under the water.
I lift her out and sense a metallic scent.
Instantly visualizing iron on a rainy day.

Memories flood my brain
Other rocks collected and cherished
Thrown out by a prissy mother

Another treasure! I dunk her into the gentle water.
Next to miniscule minnows
She comes out smelling like rain.

Adrift In the Ebb

tryst of the moon and the stars
         - oh how far
off, when the greed of war
spoils with feldspar.

eruptions of not the loins
but clashes of steel —
political coins
care not how one feels.

a lightning grip on lovers,
mocking, celebrating their aloneness.
the dark hovers
over the waters of Loch Ness.

spouse weeps.
tears constantly fill
the freshwater deep.
the warmonger monster would’st kill.

any great and honorable name
that can be caught in the web —
her man would never be the same,
adrift in the ebb.

she tries to reattach limbs,
pry open his hopeful eyes,
fish for him with sermons and hymns
but he believes in Nessie-lies.

tryst of the moon and stars
         -oh how far
off, when the greed of war
spoils with feldspar.

1/13/2021

Stars As Cat Eye Marbles

Celestial chandeliers, strung aloft the Milky Way
Aligning as constellations, invisible by light of day
Torches burning, that the sun prevents us to behold

Earth's luminaries ignite as dusk begins to unfold
Yielding glitter more lustrous than flecks of feldspar
Evoking optimistic wishes from those near or far

Magnificently they sparkle on a black background
Alight are these orbs,  as jewels they are crowned
Revealing to all that life holds abundant treasure
Beyond any value, their worth far beyond measure
Lending us such clear vision, as through a cat's eye
Exquisite marbles are the stars in the midnight sky
Sparkling in the heavens, fulgid light for you and I

Did Anybody Notice

I surfed upon the silver tides,
a moss skin vortex cross point
to my quest but no one knew.
I roamed the moonstone forest with my inner light as map but no one spotted me except an antsy kamikaze  squirrel.
I mined the opal rocks while combing
crystal feldspar outcrops for some bounty.
I sang my hymn to Mother Earth, the source  of spectral  light and nature’s milk to all us siblings and
the world stood up
And noticed.
Found its voice!
Despite the deluge of a thousand siren earthquakes,
that suddenly encroach on seismic venture.

Feldspar Is My Rock

Collecting rocks on a summer’s day, I marveled at the sparkles I see as I turn them over. The sun and I are smiling at the glitzy glamor we notice.  I pick them out of the forest deep, and wash them in the tiny brook that meanders through in the prettiest, softest, sweetest way. Fascinated by the prettiness I find, I cannot help but wonder if I am their first human contact. This delights me and the sun.

			              feldspar in my rock
                                  glitzy diamond like relief
                                          proof of loving god

Aged Toys

It's DNA
 a stream of genes and chromosomes in feldspar
 that dictate whose children we become and are,
who we look like
 the color of our eyes and hair architecture
 our stature, physique and bone structure;
the formation of our brains
 where thought processes condition us and train
 adapt and adjust to the environmental frames;
what we learn and how we grow
 but there it stops and ends,
 that moment experienced when
we no longer change ourselves 
 but stagnate in our independent steps
 little girls and boys with mind muscles flexed
growing wise and mature in attitudes
 or stuck woman and man bodies that exude
 remaining the little girl or boy
forever destined to play with toys.

Of Tears and Medals

That little girl, Toula, in third
grade stood,
Tears falling down her red face.
Because she had only won bronze 
and third place.
Ah, what a disgrace!

Older Toula today, still looks at it 
with chagrin.
Though decades have passed,
that very same medal, still does 
her ravishing soul in.

She never got over not being at 
the top.
Though her life is one of enormous 
successes, and anything but flops!
The mystery is, why not throw
that medal away?
Toula still looks at it everyday.

Because....It always keeps her 
reaching for the stars.
Not desiring to be part of the crowd.
No, not ever!
Just being her own gleaming feldspar.
One day with God..humbly and forever.

6/23/2019
8am PST

Celestial Lullaby

Celestial Lullaby

Ponder~glimmering crystals...
  Ride a gossamer cloud....
    Sip a twinkling feldspar sky...
       Hearken to God's lullaby...
           Rest your head on His hand....
               Sleep in harmonic serenity...

Panagiota Romios
4/29/2019
3:30pm PST

Butterfly On a Rock

Juxtaposed with emerald green shamrock
and flowers of yellow and cinnabar.
In my garden sits a red granite rock,
set with flecks of quartz, mica, and feldspar.

Butterflies are attracted to its salts,
and once, I spied an indigo-blue one.
A masterpiece, Mother Nature exalts;
this living sapphire shimmered in the sun.

Adorn with gold filigree fit for kings,
it stood poised on that rock, flexing its wings.

Starlight Escape

Starlight Escape

With a sparkling gown and on my unicorn,
I swiftly fly.
Loftier and loftier into God's most holy sky.
These auburn tresses flying wildly free,
in the upper atmosphere,
Chips of stars, nestling ever so tenderly there.

Going to meet my love, to live in eternal feldspar embrace.
My heart's honored and magnificent Arcadian desire!
Yesterday, today and most assuredly.
Sitting at the foot of God's eternal staircase.
Locked in a tropospheric, forevemore embrace.

Panagiota Romios
4/20/2019

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