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Andcrushed diamond dust and Woodash crystals
to make the best man made diamonds anywhere.
We aint got no patent, and so what about a stinking
copyright date! If ya'll want Dheeze :dang diamonds
Intities com get them. If ya'll heard about Modern Thangs:ya'll should
Know It's value is based upon it's content.
These thangs is Pretty and near perfect.
Ya'll Peeplez only concerned
Bout Modern Thangs.
These thangs are trusted from tradition
a pride that goes back generations.
Ya'll may not thank I'm pretty nut lookie jere:Lookie here
: don't that beautiful? Huh, don't that pretty?
Is that my darn music or Modern Music?
The icy chill of the midnight air
The cold wind blowing turns white my hair
From snow like crystals falling so bright
As I walk on my own in the chill of the night.
Its bitterly cold and my hands have turned blue
I'm so weak and so tired I'm not sure what to do
The temperature is falling I can't see a thing
The snow in my eyes is beginning to sting.
Uncontrollably I shiver as the cold rushes in
Arrows of ice penetrate all my skin
The cold and the pain it's too much to bear
As I walk in the chill of the midnight air.
Entered into Constance La France contest Let It Snow
Green leaves change color come Autumn,
tinting trees from top to bottom.
And while the kids whoop and holler,
come Autumn, green leaves change color.
As greens disappear, reds abound,
and orange hues litter the ground.
Preparing for Autumn's premiere;
reds abound, as greens disappear.
Crimson and gold atop the trees,
edge leaves, fluttering in the breeze.
Autumn's beauty never grows old:
atop the trees, crimson and gold.
Etched on glass panes—crystals of ice
form feathered swirls, sharp and precise.
For on cold nights Jack Frost chisels
crystals of ice—etched on glass panes.
The trees stand bare—stripped of their leaves:
as Autumn winds morph into thieves.
And with limbs exposed everywhere,
stripped of their leaves—the trees stand bare.
VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH
Death blew his misty breath at me
And I trembled in the cold,
Feelings frozen, I stood affixed,
My heart encrusted with salty crystals...
At that point, the blanket of God's promises
Covered me, empowered me
And warmed my soul from within.
Death placed his heavy hand on me
And I crumbled under the load
Crushed and crestfallen, I staggered,
My being burdened with the deadweight...
At that moment, the strength of God's presence
Secured me, reassured me
And sustained my spirit with hope.
03.15.18
Oh Holy Spirit you lifted me without wings
I was overjoyed flying
inside a warm celestial glow
tears falling golden love
Raising up inside joy sings a Host
With crystals shining sparkles
rainbows your light misting promise
I got so much happiness in news tonight
Blessed is You oh Lord
who has just brought me great light for a future ahead
one off the purest kind touched by an angels hand
To feel a warmness lifting all pain deep inside
saying be proud off love as it's a gift
pure Heavenly fluttering warmest wings
I felt my soul elevate dancing on air
lifting to the Heaven's in a song
In your Holy name Master one bows in Grace
Clouds pearly white mixed with the softest blue
floating dancing white mixed mother of pearl
on air breathing warm angel wings
Rejoicing in one prayer Holy Lord
in love I honor beautiful
Thank you for granting me
my lifetime wish come true
truly a gift I say
Amen Holy Father
And in my dream I stand in a frozen woodland,
the air is cold, quiet, the sky is black as ink;
I wear a gorgeous red velvet cape quite grand.
Branches hold up icicles that drip with a clink,
my hair falls long and raven- like fluid divine;
the air is cold, quiet, the sky is black as ink.
And snow is falling like drifting crystals that shine,
from afar . . . I hear the melody- of a bell;
my hair falls long and raven, like fluid divine.
Before me is a black horse like a magic spell,
on his neck, a red ribbon holds a bell tinkling;
from afar- I hear the melody . . . of a bell.
Above, in the pretty night sky stars are twinkling,
the snow, a blizzard and we are lost in this dream;
on his neck, a red ribbon holds a bell- twinkling.
Oh, this vision will end with the first sunbeam-
and in my dream- I stand in a frozen woodland;
the snow, a blizzard and we are lost in this dream,
I wear a gorgeous red velvet cape- quite grand.
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February 14, 2017
Poetry/Terzanelle/'My Beautiful Dream'
Copyright Protected, ID 17-1214-444-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Strand Special 5
sponsor, Brian Strand
Second Place
a chill ...
not on skin - to marrow
if but for the frigid air
a horrid pattern would trace my cheek
though not nearly as horrid
as the one that faces me upon the glass
it is quite beautiful in shape
hemmed with
frost crystals like Guipure Lace
the letters formed perfectly ...
I wonder, am I the first?
did you practice scribing it flawlessly
backward just for me,
or is this your common “out”?
oh, if I was yet a plastic figure -
how divine!
no heart to rend
no trembling hands to hide
just a fake little man stuck in a snow globe
dreamy flakes falling like lashes
with just a simple shake …
plastic man with a
happy castle and cresh behind
oh, if only ...
then this callous word
you've scratched
that drips and freezes into
beauty on the window between us
would be naught but
Christmas fun
instead ...
of a farewell.
Miss Ocean wears her blue-green dress,
Sprinkled with tiny crystals beads
That sparkle in the morning sun.
She shakes her ruffled petticoats of white
And shows off for the passers-by.
She dances on the jetty rocks
With seaweed hair that streams behind
Before she dips her head again
And swims far out to greater depths
To play with dolphins, whales, and fish
And mermaids in their hidden lairs.
She sweeps the ocean floor and brings
Her treasures to the sandy shore,
A trove of scallops, slipper shells and
Mussels clinging tightly to the kelp.
Empty conch shells, pink and clean,
Pearly stones and worn green glass.
Miss Ocean wears her blue-green dress
Embroidered with tiny crystal beads.
They sparkle in the morning sun.
Summer wearily sighed then softly closed her door.
For three months she lingered, and now she'd slumber
while Fall lays a carpet of leaves upon the forest floor.
Her swirling wind gathers them in abundant number,
bronze, russet and crimson, all fringed in burnt umber.
In a cloudless sky, the cry of migrating birds is heard,
flying to a warmer climate as Autumn begins to unfold.
When Nature births a new season, changes are spurred.
A saffron sun warms the Earth with fingers of gold,
and a harvest moon ascends; glorious sights to behold.
Autumn days are emblazoned with dazzling coloration,
painting vibrant scenes like no other season can bestow.
I welcome her annual arrival with joyous acclamation,
knowing the nights will be filled with starlight aglow
before Winter laces the landscape with crystals of snow.
Sweet sounds of every day enriching the life
Empty dark lucky enough into your lights
Life looks in the mirror at its crimson strife
Feeling within how the stars getting bright
As I walk in the garden looking for your window
Curious to collect the crystals from your braid
Towards a home in pomegranate that I know
Unable if I am to make it, I’ll lose the cool shade
An amazing struggle between two colored sparks
Lovely corridors into the world of your red roses
In the lightning and laughter that defy the dark
Zeal absolute for the shaft of light that discloses
An arrival at self designed patterns of joy in love
The words aplenty to speak in a voice of poetry
Intensely waiting inside the golden trophy cup
Of tomorrow, your pleasant trellises look at me
Nice construction and deconstruction, this life
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11/11/2016
Self Actualization Double Acrostic
Sponsor: San Woo 11/11/2016