Long Birthstones Poems

The ancient Romans named the first month in their Julian calendar January, in honor of Janus, their God of doors and gates, his month was thought to be the door to the new year. And...

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Of course I drew a stick person

I was a stick person with a mere bush and spots

stick-to-it-ive-ness

ants crawling on sticks for monkeys

eeh-ahh-eeh-eeh-ahh

stick to your guns
this is a stick up

not stuck up

stick your stomach in
stick your...

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The Youthful Month of June

Hummingbirds hover amid the fragrant air
O’er honeysuckle flowers and roses fair.
Free doves to fly and rain confetti and rice,
Where in the garden my bride and I abide
In the summery view of...

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Do the May days roll into one long bank holiday?
The linearity of time banishing winter blues away
Sunscreen, icecream, flip flops, shades out
As they say until Mays over we should neer cast a clout

Should we listen...

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Holding hands as we walk between headstones
Feeling like a cyclone trapped in a gemstone
Emotions materialize like amber in the concrete
Personified Hellfire and brimstone, turning birthstones to bloodstones

Laughing like a psycho as she leaves me hallow
So...

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October's Falling Leaves (Tourmaline)

Frost glazed leaves
Of red and yellow sheens,
Are strewn about by the breeze.

And it’s charming to trend
Tourmaline’s side-wend
To avoid stepping on them.

Then, she smiles back at me
Uttering in glee,
“October’s falling leaves.”
  ...

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Garnet symbolize trust and to be friendly,
human blue eyes are like sapphire representing loyalty,
those full of wisdom, health an love symbolizes rubies.
Beautiful like diamonds,
passionate like an Amethyst,
or those who are aquamarine is full of youth...

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On one side
of the frothy banks of the mind,
is the river of endless death. 
With its eddies of blood 
heckling swirls of hopelessness.
Everyday peck-pecking- away, 
Until there's no trace of what you were
or what you...

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Not knowing then when we penned the verse called, 'Chimes'....
That it would seem as a prophecy one day unto this loving heart ?
An anniversary and his child their imagine ? What becomes remains, real
Never, because...

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Not knowing then when we penned the verse called, 'Chimes'....
That it would seem as a prophecy one day unto this loving heart ?
An anniversary His child their; imagine ? What becomes remains; real
Never because he...

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Gemstones sell
Birthstones tell

          Stars delight
          Personality rights

          ...

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