Long Carat Poems

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Premium Member Doors

A movable or immovable barrier,
That functions as an entrance-exit carrier;
If, thus, easily the door concept is defined,
We may be, to peripheral spaces, confined...

Do we reflect that the door in its sphere includes,
Dramas of the woods with many plots and preludes;
That contain cradles for the newborns to roll on,
And coffins of the dead their remains to hold on...

Can't you write volumes on the words: open the door?
Of a child, youth, old, well, ill, or any other?
Don't doors show the moods of humans who open them?
Happy door, sad door, calm door, angry-door-mayhem...

Like - I am the door; He is near right at the door,
The doors will be shut; God will open up... a door,
Close your doors and pray; Jesus at the door with a smile,
Doors opened, closed! How many doors in the Bible!

Doors can be made with twenty-four-carat gold gird,
What difference does it make to a frail caged bird?
Few words of hope I convey to the prisoners,
Amidst iron-doors wipe the stigma of sinners...

Don't the homeless in the streets sleep so peacefully?
Even with hundred locks don't some fear fatefully?
There were societies never used doors and locks,
With many hardest locks, our lives are full of mocks.

Above all, doors within, are made to heed voices,
Of the oppressed and the depressed and the voiceless;
Do we shut our inner selves forever indoors,
Or do we feel, free, to open for them our doors?


24 July 2021
DOORS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The Lost Ocean Treasure

"The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever." — Jacques Cousteau

It was an early summer morning at the desolate beach
Seagulls soared over the water searching for crabs within reach
The waves gently crashed ashore and left ocean treasures to find,
sea glass, star fish, urchins and other ocean debris of some kind 

I sat on my beach blanket sipping the hot coffee I brought along
And sat in peace and enjoyed the peaceful solitude, it won’t last long
I saw something sparkling in the sand as it washed up in the salty foam
I decided to try to pick it up as I love bringing sea treasures home

It was a beautiful diamond ring in a setting with a carat heart stone
I drove to the nearest store in hopes of finding out what may be known
As I entered, I saw a sad woman posting signs for any diamond rings found
I gave her ring back, she thanked me and I said the ocean can be profound
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Cupid's Stand-in Does His Darndest

My dearest Mrs., Ms., Mystic, or Miss, 
this morning Venus had a special "ask". 
She said to make you fall in loving bliss,
for Cupid's ill and not up to the task.
I'm nervous as I'm kind of new at this.
My first question, should I wear a mask?
I guess I am off to a rocky start.
Oh my, how ever will I win your heart?

Poetic angel from our earthly sphere,
I come with a toolkit to enchant you. 
I will whisper sweet nothings in your ear.
Three amorous wishes I will grant you. 
I'll hold you when you find yourself in fear. 
We will dance barefoot under skies of blue.  
In my bag, you'll find a twenty-carat ring.
I'll give you that or any other thing.

Hmm, let me see, what do I know of love?
We can walk in the ocean's crashing tide, 
hear the gentle coo of a turtle dove, 
fly above the clouds on a rainbow slide,
carefree as we view the world from above,
while I serenade you as we take that ride.
I think by now we should be holding hands
if I'm to meet the god of love's demands. 

Shall we dine out tonight by candlelight
or gaily pick wildflowers in a field?
Allow imagination to take flight, 
so that you will finally softly yield, 
and passionately fall in love despite
I'm Cupid's stand-in with no dart to wield. 
I've failed to fulfill Venus's orders. 
Oh, please don't report me to headquarters.

La Peregrina - a Gem For Your Verse

La peregrina, why do I pick you from all the jewels of the world ?

Not because you were a fifty -eight and a half carat pear-shaped drop pearl

 hanging gayly on enchantress  Elizabeth Taylor's chest,

or because you belonged to English royalties ,and held by Buonaparte' hands,

Nor because you were presented by king Philip of Spain to bloody Mary

 as a token of his never-ending love .I pick you because indeed you wandered  from afar.

You were the fortune of an African slave.,where He found you five hundred years ago

in the coast of the isle of Santa Margarita, Spain.

He bartered freedom in exchange. That makes you indeed a gem,

A treasure trove in an oyster-shell. Its you I'd love to own 

Not for your natural nacre colour, nor the chatoyant luster or your size,

But for being the reward, to a man who worked fingers to bone

just to have his freedom back, and be the master of his life.


Freedom- May we always cherish it.


For Carolyn Devonshire's contest
(A Gem For Your Verse )

Premium Member Equations

Every earlobe ever pierced, minus non-pierced lobes, without exception
 Quantified by head size, quality of piercings, and variety of earrings worn
   Under ultraviolet light, utilizing reflective space, sound waves and distance
    At appropriate intervals, measuring cut, clarity, carat, color and character
     Totaling to a six figure sum, then divided by US bonds withdrawn from IRA
     Increase the risk of screaming in agony, up to, but not more, than 50 decibels 
    On an operatic stage, bursting glass objects, as per fat lady singing, wherein
   Numerical miscalculations of damage, therein, must be subtracted from the
  Sum, so that all of said variables will not exceed the confusion of the bystander.

  


Written on 3/9/2016
Form: Acrostic


Premium Member Stock On You

Gems and precious metals are talking about volatility...
  
  Many of the Metals said that they differ only in weight while the Gems claimed that they differ only in their cuts.

  Craftsmanship is one criterion in selling one's worth, beauty and prowess of any precious  gem or metal other than cut, clarity, weight, color and carat.

   A gem asked, "Is volatility only applied on big-time players -- buyers and sellers?"

  One precious metal reacted, "No.  Everybody here is big time.  And we are all here."

  Another gem asked, "How do you do the buying and selling here?"

  Another precious metal reacted and said, "We raise one open hand and push it forward to sell or a reversed open palm pulling it towards you to buy."

  That's how trading in stock market started.
Form: Prose

Premium Member 'twas the Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, I was almost asleep
The house was so quiet, you could not hear a peep
I woke from a loud crash and a knock at the door
It must be my late delivery from the corner store

To my surprise St. Nicholas was standing there
His eyes red and smelling of bourbon and beer
I asked what he was doing here this time of night
He said he crashed his sleigh in a drunken flight

His reindeer were fine but passed out in the snow
He still had some gifts to deliver before tomorrow
He begged for my help to deliver all the kids' gifts
I said yes, I can load up my rogue and give him a lift

We set out in my rogue packed full of Christmas gifts
We delivered them all, no children were left on the list
Thanking me for my kindness and generous Christmas spirit
He gave me a gift of a gold key with a huge ruby carat

He said I was now a secret member of the north pole
And I could use my ruby key any time I wanted to go, but
I could not tell his wife what he did to his reindeer and sleigh
I told him I would never breathe a word of this secretive day 

He was ready to leave in his fixed sleigh with his reindeer in tow
He thanked me again, said he had to go as it was starting to snow 
He said he really needs to stop with the liquid holiday cheer
But still decided to leave while drinking a few holiday beers

11/22/18

Contest: Christmas Poems Old or New 
Sponsor: Constance La France
Form: Rhyme

The Bunny

Mr Bunny-the prince said he ate carrot 
And hate being 24 carat.

He led a army and got a lead in the world
He was the one  hero who won all  the awards which filled his hall  of fame.

He with a tail had to sail to sale  a tale
Mr. Bunny was sent by a king to buy  a scent
And asked would he mind going via land of wood
No said the Bunny as he know the way.

He saw a fairlady in the fare and on 
the first meet he offered his dear with some deer meat

The king was worried about his son who has not arrived yet as he went before the rise of sun.
So he sent a mail from hill through his  male about his ill!!!!

Bunny got  to hear this a year later but it was too  late
He was thrown out of the throne!!! 
As he had no heir nor hair to be king of hare.

Who will give you A

Let the Cuba flourish with
The prosperity
Let Venezuela thrive
So the many vehicles
Citizens will drive

Driving license they posess
And the working permit
In the history of world
Who was main the hermit

I withdraw from social life
But I ain't the Amish
Simply I would like to write
And this is kinda Armish 

Let security of Arctic
Well established be
Let the countries of the Baltic
Be from tariffs free

Let the Ice of Glaciers melt
Peguins of Denmark
Let wildfire appear ceased
At the first of spark

Let Panama Channel traffic
Useful and required goods 
Let the women be all pretty
Manly normal fools

Let the electronic voting
Quickly to produce results
Let the many many fingers
Press the Keyboards ALTs

Let convert carat to meter 
Foot to gallon let convert
This is distance we do measure
Enquiring our Fort

Let loose diginity and respect 
Eaten I the rice today
Disregards of how I am genius
Nice to have 
At least somebody
Who will give you A



ARMADA means that in Romanian language I know few words ARMY ARMATA

breeding ARMADAwithARMATA we have DATA  or DT

right?


I ain't no one apt for peace
The war still runs its function 
I want you narcotics cease
Dragon is the Banshee

SO explain to stupid people 
Strategy of yours
In reality of real 
There's no remorse
© Kate Kelly  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Natural Finery

Natural Finery

Gazing out the window from a coffee shop, came an image that changed the world.  Like a breath of fresh air, light and refreshing, that could be immediately enjoyed in the lungs and registers to the brain with an awakening clarity.  The object of my attention was not monumental, nor flamboyant, but it was in stark contrast to the surroundings that changed everything.  To the observer it was everything, but to all else, there was no recognition.  In fact, it went entirely without notice, except for the occasional dog, dragging the undisciplined owner by the leash.  After fifty years of training, my eyes have seen enough, like a fine jeweler appraising a diamond based on the cut, clarity, carat, and color. The expression on my face, a slight smile, a relaxed gaze, and a peaceful submission broadcasted my evaluation as most acceptable.  And as rare as this occasion was, it brought a slight sadness with it.  This fine opulent standard, if you will, is not desired as a possession, but seen as a fleeting reminder, of what the world could be.  If only the world wasn’t so consumed by distractions, and demanding my attention at every turn, like a loud and obnoxious parade.  This was an open meadow, with a singular tree, and a field of flowers, simple, and charming, a pleasant retreat from jangling clowns, and honking fire trucks.  And now, there she goes.  Goodbye, miss white summer dress, with your wide straps, non-revealing neckline, and flowing material.  Au revoir belle fille, with medium-length hair and ebony curl.  Your delightful smile, unhindered by cosmetics and jewelry… lifted my soul.   Even the male, tri-colored, Australian Shepherd you walk heals obediently, and lovingly by your side, tells of your character.   May you marry a man worthy of your grace, and you have many children that will influence the world as positively as you influenced mine.  Please, remain, unspoiled.

by, Martin Braun
July 14th, 2023

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