Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are.
You're not a diamond in the sky;
They're earthly gems that people buy -
Crystals, sparkle, cool and icey,
Cheap ones, rhinestones,
Real ones, pricey.
If I could catch a falling star,
I wouldn't put it in my pocket,
But find a fine spun golden chain
And keep it in a locket.
I'd never fear the dark around,
But captivated, navigated,
Safe and sound.
David "Davy" Crockett,
wore a coonskin cap not a pretty flowery locket.
Was he the "King of the Wild Frontier"?
The bears would hide from him in fear.
In 1834, David "Davy" Crockett published an autobiography, A Narrative of the Life of David Crockett of the State of Tennessee. Many have written about him.
It has rained all night
and here in this pause
the morning takes breath
beneath a clear sky.
It will not last long
as already thick clouds
are creeping in
from the south,
their dark loads sagging
with wet weight.
I too take breath
in this brief pause,
look up to see a pale moon
caught in daylight
and framed within
a tiny patch of blue.
It seems like a faded
photograph of a loved one
lit by a moment
before being resealed
inside a locket.
( For Lin Lane fellow lover of the moon )
In the hush of twilight’s gentle embrace,
A locket swings, a whisper of grace.
Its surface tarnished, like memories confined,
Yet within its heart lies love intertwined.
Muscadine wine spills dreams on the floor,
Sweet as our laughter from days long before.
With every sip, I taste summer’s glow,
The warmth of your presence in each mellow flow.
Your fingers once traced the locket's old seam,
While shadows danced softly in the light of our dream.
We spoke in hushed tones that only we knew,
As secrets unraveled beneath skies so blue.
Oh, how time has weathered both silver and gold,
Yet treasures remain in stories retold.
Each clink of our glasses sings songs from the past—
Moments like fireflies that flicker and last.
The rust may adorn it with tales of despair,
But love finds a way to breathe life into air.
For what is this trinket but proof we have soared?
Through storms and through silence—our spirits restored.
So let us raise glasses filled with sweet wine,
To a rusty old locket and love so divine;
For though seasons may change and years intertwine,
In the heart's quiet chambers forever you shine.
You keep my heart locked away around your neck
It's value is only worth it to you, so please be gentle
Do you wear it as you rest your eyes to sleep
Or do you keep me locked away in a box, surrounded by your favourites before me?
Do you show it off to others, or am I quietly tucked under your collar
Cariad, you told me it was 'love' in Welsh
Myriad, I told you when you asked do I love you
I noticed your locket wasn't as good as it used to be
I offer to pay for it to be repaired, but you told me it was still perfect
I'm no longer strong enough to stay tightly clasped around your neck
My chains have started to corrode, you weren't as gentle as you needed to be
I'm sorry that I wasn't able to hold on, but I realize that's okay
It's value was never worth much to you, that's why you were never gentle
I'll buy you a new one if that's what you'd like, it can be a different colour
A different material
A different strength
But that means it wouldn't be me anymore
You gave me a cute lapis lazuli
A locket to cherish, love gift from you
You know how much I'll treasure it truly
This reminder of true passion in blue
Will stay around my neck, close to my heart
It sparkles bright in it's blazing blue hue
There will be times when we may have to part
But this is your promise to me of love
You're my handsome knight and I'm your sweetheart
This lazuli locket is proof thereof
That you and me fit like a perfect glove
Where’s that smile of yours today
What do you mean you put it away
Do you want to bring everyone down
We don’t feel good seeing you frown
Do you at least have it close by
Before you make all of us cry
Perhaps you have it in your pocket
Or do we need a key to unlock it
I can see that your feeling very bad
Otherwise you wouldn’t look so sad
Is it something that you can talk about
It might be a help to just let it all out
If you give us a smile or just a slight grin
You can then release all your endorphins
Forcing that smile can bring you a boost
Then some of your stress could be reduced
Author Eileen Clark
Like the oyster keeping its mouth fastened with pearl,
Her locket was calm with pearl of secret, treasured;
Link has loosened somewhere? Nerve got numbed? Sudden whirl…?
Once psychologically bound has now leisured...?
She held it to her heart; right hand clasping it tight,
Haven't her life-time dreams and hopes lie bundled in?
Horror dreams had woken her sometimes at mid-night,
She looked for it first, than anything else, with grin...!
She knew her neighbor, who got one from her sweetheart,
That when got broke how soon her life got upside-down...!
Her vowed life with her spouse turned true hell; torn apart;
Aren't all these, yet, omens-tinged and fate playing clown...?
Shouldn't broken locket be fixed like other gifts?
Should broken locket be cause for endless love-rifts...???
28 June 2022
One In Five Poetry Contest
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THE BROKEN LOCKET
He gave it to her when the knot was tied;
A silver locket on a silver chain.
Within, their tiny photos, side-by-side.
Where they would always be through sun and rain.
When closed, their lips met in a tender kiss,
Away from prying eyes of those around.
A secret symbol of their life of bliss,
And of their marriage built on solid ground.
He found the locket in two halves today,
Her tiny photo missing from her side.
And in between a tear-stained letter lay,
Explaining all the reasons love had died.
He joined the halves together once again;
His tiny photo’s lips now poised in vain
24th June 2022
One in Five poetry contest
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This silver trinket means so much to me
An old broken locket from yesterday
Caught in a memory of mystery
The womanly image on my mind does play.
Her countenance is definitely pensive
Graceful shoulders and hands arranged just so
Beautiful brooch on blouse looks expensive
Intuitive feeling what do I know?
Father passed away, among his papers
Photograph of woman from my locket
Love letter asking him a great favour
Her brooch he kept safe in velvet pocket.
Mystery now solved the story revealed
But, why oh why was my mother concealed?
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A beautiful image of Victorian womanhood.
A small cameo rests inside a velvet-lined chest
Its latch broken, there’s a faded picture inside,
A thumbnail-sized sketch of her handsome best
Has rested inside it since Great-Grandpa died.
Her cameo’s been treasured through the years
Passed through generations with loving care,
Which once was handled through flowing tears
Now is a shrine, revered with a lock of her hair.
Once it hung on a silver chain around her neck,
We occasionally saw her gently fondle it there
As she spoke of her lover, she gave it a peck,
Placing the lock of her braid with a loving flair.
Grandpa gave it to her on their wedding day
An extra special reminder of their marital bliss
It was something special, a family heirloom
Occasionally, I saw my mother give it a kiss.
The broken locket, a gift from a loving groom,
Merits a special honored place in my bedroom.
[The Broken Locket]
FOURTH PLACE WINNER
Written June 22, 2022
Submitted to “One of Five” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
She left nothing but a broken locket,
snapped in two, as though it had been stepped on.
And as I slipped it into my pocket,
I realized that she was truly gone.
She kept our pictures in that golden heart,
saying we would always be together.
But before too long, we drifted apart,
encountering rogue waves and rough weather.
She left me in the wee hours of the night,
into the darkness that swallowed her whole.
And as she silently slipped out of sight,
she cut the tether to my heart and soul.
Failing to care enough to retrieve it,
she left nothing but a broken locket.
I espied her regard and deemed her depth.
She requested that I "Hold this for me."
I dare you, do not let it fall on earth.
It's gotten loose to point at agony.
The locket to my meek heart was broken.
Stomped upon, as such dealt using disdain.
Used amiss and bared to prime misspoken.
Spoiled, as well as swindled of money gain.
I flashed the largely adorable grin.
She looked into my eyes and smiled softly.
Her charming grin belied her truth within.
"I'm different from those," said utterly.
I'm a slack ocean rolling sea to sea.
Now in your arms, I'll never roam again free.
4th Place Contest Winner
Written: June 21, 2022
Forth Place Contest winner.
One In Five Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Chosen Theme: The Broken Locket
Checked by HMS.COM / 10 Syllables per line
A breath is stolen from me
One I do so regret
Your tears were phony
And my sanity I must fret
A cold lipped embrace
Leaves me riddled with shame
A malignant chase
Always riddled with pain
I chase the days of blue
Leaving behind my past
Putting into words of you
Among things that will never last
I feel the familiar warmth of he
A constant, blazing memory
The Cold spot he left
Upon my yearning chest
His fingers leave marks upon my soul
An endless, echoing pull
I hear this heart of mine
Beating with a melancholy whine
A sharp sting upon my gaze
My mind reeling through this maze
Shall I love? Shall I perish?
In the end, all is garish,
Gnarled bones fit into empty sockets
Leave us to refer to our lockets
Rusted, faded, memories of old
No one ever told me love would feel so cold
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An image in a locket
Thy face encased in gold
placed at my breast,
all I have left
Yet, how am I to hold
an image in a locket?
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