I sweet seeds
Might they sprout
To harvest
Oh mercy me
To sprout and grow
Then of me
Who am submissive
Sayeth and speakest
Love
For a World to know
A jeweler sculps
In his creation
A piece adorned
To celebrate
Gownest me
You in tuxedo
To tell the world
We celebrate
Oh love defined
That none should
Wain or wonder
Ceromonious
As we
Bride and groom
Stake my claim
Love is the spell
We are under
To make it clear
For those who
Presume
Love be redefined
Oh ..mercy me
To procreate
Bride and groom
In love together
No I'll faded thoughts
For devilish persummes
diamond
in its rough state
clear, transparent, and hard
gifted jeweler brings out best
now through his hands it reflects sparkling light
so are we like a rough diamond
through Jesus we become
a cut gemstone
diamond
Brand new Rolex watch!
A gift from her best friend
One day it just stops working
so she has to take it in
Watchmaker says, "Not worth it,
the flat Cyclops proves it's fake"
This news is so upsetting
She cries out, "For goodness' sake!"
Fighting first-date jitters
her boyfriend reads a poem
Adds, "You inspire me to write,"
Assures, "I wrote it on my own"
When she shares the poem with friends
several laugh, "You didn't know?"
"It's AI-generated!"
She screams, "AI AI No!"
When her boyfriend pops the question
she quickly answers, "Yes!"
Large diamond ring, so pretty
She is very much impressed
As she takes it for appraisal
she presents the ring with glee
When she asks about the 4Cs
Jeweler simply says, "CZ"
She wonders why in life
she can never catch a break
A Rolex watch, a lover's poem,
a diamond ring, all fake ...
Focusing on thoughts more mindful
reminds her of what real life means
Helping people is more important
than accumulating things
Best of me!
1. I always saw the world in shapes,
You know it's my only escape
I never had a need to keep my cake -
Cause life doesn't work that way.
2. I spent my life grieving the past and loving good memories,
Till you -
You make my lowest moments memorable
Over and over again,
I fall for you.
3. I don't belong to you,
Or to anyone.
Throughout, I have become insatiable -
I can't see a life without you.
4. Call me obsessed,
Call me foe,
I am only a jeweler searching for his gem.
5. They all say it hush, but the walls have ears.
I say it now - the truth in their fears:
You are the best of me,
Maybe my only virtue.
The wonders of a salted spec,
an intruder of the calm,
slip secretly by slightest surge
into some open being, drawn.
Creation in the making
by no jeweler of this world.
Hidden from the human eye,
perfect forming of a pearl.
Some oysters blessed and gifted
by nacre’s strong defense,
calcify these precious gems,
sought at great expense.
And when in valued luster
to adorn a woman or girl,
grace bestows the wearer
with an ornament of pearl.
So, we ask, what of a pearl?
A natural thing, divine.
Its maker quite unknowingly,
creates a rare jewel, fine.
5/27/2024
If I repeat a common thought
If I regurgitate a popular word
Or, if I remain quiet
Does it make me part of the herd?
The herd that thinks the same thoughts
They recapitulate the same words
Or, they remain quiet
A pot never gets stirred
I prefer to ask question
I don't want to believe, I want to know why
Yet every time I ask
I'm sarcastically met with a sigh
God gave me a brain
To think, love, and to grow
Where my thoughts end
I guess that's a place I don't even know?
You see life's full of uncertainties
Full of mysteries that go undefined
But remember, the moment you name it
The mystery becomes your story, not mine
So, I'll continue to seek
Holding tight to the truth that I know
But, when I learn otherwise
I have to have the resolve to let go
Or else, I'm holding on to emotion
Like a jeweler trying to sell fake gold
It may help in the moment
But ultimately, it cripples the soul
So, think a new thought
Question every single word
Never remain silent
Don't become part of the herd?
Diamond rain sends me into drizzlosis,
celestial sound cannot be spoken of;
There’s no way to articulate the hits
or the vision as it falls from above;
Clarity that human eyes haven’t seen,
cuts never attempted by a jeweler;
The astronomical carat’s obscene,
fancy colors flash in cosmic treasure;
Aliens and their rhythm of the stars,
they put an end to the silence of Space;
Melodies of the sky land and fuel ours,
music that we dance to on Earth’s surface;
Rugged and raw as they are well refined,
I pray that these songs will never be mined.
Random trinkets tossed into a box
Costume jewelry, or so they thought,
Came a jeweler with a loup, a sly fox
Sorted junk, for a treasure he sought
With luck he hit paydirt this fine day
He found a genuine ruby, rather large,
Passed over like an old chunk of glass
Showing it to the estate lady in charge
She hissed, “as marked!” with no class,
He bought the ruby for what she asked
Upon leaving he whispered “kiss my a**,”
It was a bargain quite unsurpassed.
Written October 20, 2022
the brooch is the sugar maple shape of Canada's national tree
created by the jeweler Aspry &Co
with many dazzling brilliant cut diamonds
inherited by Queen Elizabeth 11 in 2002 from her mother
and she loved it . . . wearing it often high on her right shoulder
I saw Queen Elizabeth 11 in the 2010 Canada Day Celebration
as clouds sailed across the sky . . . she was a picture of serenity
with the maple brooch pinned on a beautiful red ensemble
and my eyes swelled with a sea of tears
I am so proud that this symbol of Canada brooch has become part of
the Royal Collection . . . though it is not an antique yet
it will be one day in the future and will be passed down to royal women
for the the drums of time will always roll through history
forever, and ever until the end of time
__________________
September 14, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/maple leaf brooch
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1487-178-14
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
diamond cut rings
master jeweler resides ---
designs eternal
18 August 2022
Dear friends,
Please let me explain
I am normally gone
From the break of Spring
Until now...
Every year
I begin with a show
And in this year
As some might know
I began with a Bang!
Big orders on a scale
I have never seen...
And while my gratitude
Defies imagination
My solitude
Might lack an understanding...
And so a fun fact about me
Is that most might never see
Who I am...
I'm the right handed Jeweler
with a left handed Pen...
And I write
When I'm in sight of things...
So I'll be back
With a light type of 'hac'
To make creating with You...
Whole again.
There is never...
a bad wrap.
I stopped and looked and rubbed my eyes
My own leprechaun-pirate-faerie-queen-girl.
She was prissy, dancing a lively dance, but I recognized her
She was the woman of the woods
The keeper of the gold pots
The locker of the treasure chests
The princess of the high seas
So what was she doing alone on this violet-littered path?
Where was her pirate crew? What was she doing alone?
She screamed when she realized I was a giant.
"Get away!" she said, diving into a chest, pulling out a saber.
It was magnificent, encrusted with rhinestones and fake rubies.
I think they were fake. I am no jeweler.
"Are you alone?" I asked her, frightening her even more.
She ran up and plunged the dagger into my ankle.
OUCH!
So if you are walking in the woods, if you do not want to find
yourself with a sore ankle with six or seven new holes, when
you come upon a leprechaun-pirate-faerie-queen-girl
keep your mouth shut, and slither by, pretending to be a
garter snake.
The Water Bottle
It was a Tuesday evening
The date was the third
The foreman was late
The plastic was slurred
Then fizz pop bang
The mold gave way
And out I sprang
I was born today
At 16.9 fl. oz.
I was pretty good size
I was placed on a conveyer
With the rest of the guys
I was filled with water
My cap sealed tight
Packaged with my team
Waiting for my flight
It's now a week later
I'm packed in a cooler
Surrounded by ice
But not from a jeweler
Then SHE picked me up
Removed my cap
Placed her lip on mine
And my world went snap
When she was finished
I was tossed in the trash
My life was over
It went up in a flash
Oh the life of a water bottle
It doesn't seem fair
We're toxic to landfills
But the world doesn't care
gold from the past
Its fools gold I was told
being bold I asked is it really old
“old as you are sir”
that was not called for young man
“yes you are right,, it’s old like coal”
how can gold be like coal I asked
“any fool would know that” he replied
are you calling me a fool?
“no sir, but I did fool you”
you did not fool me, I know fake from real
the jeweler laid out some cigarettes on the table
these are very valuable he said,
How can those be valuable?
he replied, they’re “Old Golds”
there once was,
a poor little girl,
she had,
a treasured pearl,
that was given to her,
by a mighty King,
for his majesty,
the pearl,
meant absolutely nothing,
but to the poor little girl,
it meant,
absolutely everything,
the little girl sold the pearl,
on the street,
just so her family,
could stay warm and eat,
for her mother,
she bought a heavy coat,
for her baby brother,
nourishing milk,
from a goat,
the little girl's father,
worked for the jeweler,
in town,
the pearl was bartered,
to the jeweler,
by a stranger,
for the jeweler's prized cow,
the jeweler forged the pearl,
into a beautiful ring,
not knowing,
that the treasured pearl,
originally came,
from the all mighty King,
the jeweler sold,
the beautiful pearl ring,
to the King's,
spoiled wife,
for a very hefty price,
to the Queen,
the ring,
meant everything,
it's funny how things,
come full circle,
in life.
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