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I didn't come to this party
for wine and cheese,
I have another reason
for showing up on time
and looking very sharp.
I am looking for
a devoted sweetheart
to hold and kiss at night,
and whisper that something sweet
she has never heard from anyone.
And while others chat
and laugh at their own jokes,
we'll be smooching on that
balcony overlooking the bay...
where those palm trees sway.
Amid shadows and kiss-shaped stars,
I will surprise her with a four carat
Black diamond ring I bought yesterday in LA;
all I want to hear from her is , " I adore it. "
Then I'll slide this ring on her finger.
I didn't come to this party
for wine and cheese,
but to look for that lucky girl
soon to be my bride;
I like to see her reaction
when I open the little box...
will she smile and hug me?
Will she let me be her groom?
Written on 8/11/2016
A rare find but a beautiful sight
Brings loud exclamations of pure delight
Never sure of what you'll find
And finding nothing is never kind
Never wanting it to stop
Always searching a jackpot
A big find some call payday
Stopping now there's no way
Many more there could be
The naked eye it cannot see
Operating daily sending a crew
Finding a lead then they'll pursue
Each one knowing what to collect
Cleaning them up ready to inspect
Assessment complete and looking great
Set to fetch an awesome rate
Locally sold are worn to flaunt
Top of the line packed to export
Jewels that are fit for a crown
Settings surely will astound
On everyone's lives it does impact
Is your chosen Diamond Black?
An elegant black movement
A sparkle from within
Embroidery of golden light
Knitting magic on the skin
Raising the gleaming axe
Aiming at the dry branch
The black diamond in pursuit
Of her daily livelihood
Many a male tourist in the hills
Seeks to have the sparkling diamond
Like a necklace in their body
Whisperings from the black melody
At any such amorous approach
Her hands would put up the glittering axe
Twinkled the lovely cloud-white teeth
Laughter around the hillocks beneath
Two hillocks of beauty and grandeur
Two peaks in blue ecstasy
Two radiant black diamonds
Two windswept trees of almonds
Returning home the black beauty
Sits under the black berry tree
Holds the flute of his companion
While playing it they ride a stallion
Stallions and mountains all around
Some people with orange passion
Love to stay in sunny pursuit
Of the chiseled black diamond
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August 6, 2016
Panagiota is a whirling Galaxie.
With her blue thunder words.
A spirit like black diamond lightning.
She bruises the clueless and ignorant.
Not out of hate but of love.
Not with a brass-knuckled fist but with pearled wisdom
Layered around grains of life's relentless grit.
Her words are not fanciful or minty...
They're always stained with the talon of truth.
She crushes the weak-minded and the oblivious.
With her Olympian soul and rose-scented boots.
She fears nothing and never spares the rod of truth.
While weaving a spirited ink to her parchment heart.
Atop enchanted moonbeams, she lances pit vipers and tangos with God.
In a still valley, beyond the meadow,
A park sprawls in the summery glow,
And the lemony chiffon clouds arise,
And touch sunset strawberry skies.
Black diamond crows on silken wings;
And daylight's exotic chorus sings!
Sweetest blooms scent Strawberry Park,
And starlight magic is the even dark.
Near the oaks, where the road turns,
The roving brook babbles and churns.
Lovely birds sing aloud to the silence,
As pale butterflies break the suspense!
Besides the lushness of blooming trees,
There's abundance of wild strawberries;
And solemn sunflowers nod at their idol,
In their windswept, summertime revival!
With golden footpaths, and many fountains,
It has a view of the distant mountains!
Wild, wild, days scream at Strawberry Park,
And beautiful, scented shadows after dark!
Life is a bastard son, prodding the fertile horizon
poking into places tender, tearing the expanse of dawn
he taunts, rude and bellicose, so full of himself
spewing into the weakest streams, a wet dream.
With platitudes he prances, son of a fearsome father
promising eternity, singing a lover's song of praise.
Light bearer, holder of the golden scalpel, night cutter
leaving glare where softness once held sway.
May the abyss, the gentle dark, the yin forgive you..son.
From the pear-shaped loins of sister Eve, you have burst
washed in the waters of she, a caul of white adorned,
pray, stay your hand, do not bludgeon your better half.
Existence, endless, fleeting, meld and join this randy pair
for universes swing between this bastard and his dreams.
Dedicated to my muse Brenda Atry
please read her "Black Diamond Night"
SEEKING BLACK
Terms ‘Black’ and ‘Dark’ go almost alike.
Gloomy angry face turns Black or dark.
Black Magic we do hate and dislike.
Crowd of Black cloud in dark no moon night.
Hidden in cosmos, Black Hole grasps light.
Coal is Black Diamond and cannot spark.
Black Widow, the furious spider
Too deadly poisonous to sting
just swallows husband, no wonder.
Blackmailing: Nasty behavior.
Shadow maintains always Black color
Venomous is dark Black cobra king.
12/31/18
'Deep and Dark Rhyming Time-7' Contest by Lu Loo
"Two doves in white flying, feathers glow beneath the morning's rainbow colors"
--Charles Messina
Wet black diamond saw slicing rocks
Powdered stone slush drizzling, milky veins
Spidering over smooth white travertine
A pair of lovers skillfully formed
Flying parallel through a green granite sky
Over gray garden rocky mountains
Under an alabaster sun
Stretching its rays
Over all creation
Colors in the sky
That dove and I flew through
Ten thousand nine hundred and fifty
Hot red nights
Cold blue days
Purple sorrows
Green tomorrows
And yellow joys
All swirled into a dizzying array of
Ten thousand nine hundred and fifty
Scintillating
Masterpieces
Painted over the desert hills
Viewed from our porch every evening
Until the coyotes went howling
And the colors of the sky went
Stolen by the night
She's gone
But still I
See us flying
Every day
Colors In The Sky Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
12-4-2022
I will never forget you. Bus. Beautiful. Walk home
The feeling. The travelling. Your aura. Bomber lady
From London to Paris. A way to Budapest. By bus
Oh, the night landscape was so nice. Friend the glass
Amazing. I love. I loved. Enjoyed. Her honest life
She said, Can I sleep? I watched her. Black woman.
I didn’t say anything. She leaned into my lap. Woman
Beautiful. Womanly lady. Perfect shape. Black. African
This happened in the last seats. Right was the side
Oh, beaten, my heart. But I didn’t get the love. Hmm
I didn’t want. No. I don’t do that with a woman. Slept
Sleepy was. This woman. I felt her for my baby. Girl
Young. Young child. Hmm. Hmm. She was a mature
Whole. Perfect. Not a lady. The woman. The wished
Hmm. I was happy. Very. A lady came to me. Doesn’t
Matter her nationality. Hmm. She was honest. Lovefully
We travelled to Paris. She needed sleep. A hand. Love
Daughter. Nice lady. I loved. Her. Magnetic. A black diamond
The bus arrived. A beautiful black lady slept on me. She gone
Hmm. Get off. She. Then I. Yes. I stayed alone. No woman
I watched her. She walked far. The bus driver smiled. I was sad
Hmm. No woman again. Left. I needed. Her. Dream. I believed
A life
A new
I needed you
Hmm
Black diamond
You walk far
Black Woman
A style
I will never forget you
The heart
I respect
Always
You
On the border of the obscure wastelands,
In the depths of shadows and torments,
Far beyond the land of Never Was, Never Will
Is a place where I hold you, strong and silent…
As the shards of your sensitive sadness prevail,
Sifting the awaiting coals below,
I shall reflect slivers of your light upon the darkest woe!
I fight with the broken alliance within the dimmest coves,
I mean to pull you into Death’s demise
Where the pained poets prevail and the suns of justice arise
So that e’en the coldest of coals reach warmth!
Generating power so strong, that the gods step aside
As these diamonds-to-be burst into the light of day
Revealing your words of Always Was… and Always Will
The Black Diamond, once captive…finally free…though coal black still!
For Shadow Hamilton's Contest: Fighting Depression(poems for PD)
12/7/14