Long Garnets Poems

Plodding, trodding, onward I went,
Through a life of self-targeted perfidy. 
Onward, outward, straight up and bent,
Toward Second Half-Century City.

Finally lost, with nothing but need,
Flailing, wailing, and sick,
I sat myself down, drank the last of my...

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Poem about beautiful sunsets and the journey of life.

Spent all day walking on the beautiful powdery white beach. Picking
up oceans treasures, scallop shells calico in colors rich and diverse,
conch, coral, cockel, Sand dollar, sea biscuit,...

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My life, like everybody else’s, is a treasure trove
with a mine from which one’s treasures are derived.
The familial bonds we form are platinum; our friendships gold.
These are precious ores that most souls are born to...

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Would you go swimming or fishing with an eighty foot strong hook, flippers, a basket hat, and a toothbrush tail? Bullfrog wants to. He wants to consistently visit the waters to engage in the flow...

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this,
is all there is---
this page, this typeface, these words, 
shot out amongst the surface as a leaf blower might,
if that mechanism inside 
which is used to suck up a plethora of leaves,
malfunctioned &
all of the...

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I still follow
the blinking spells
of the rose wine sunsets
before surging sandstorms,
believing in the euphoric breeze
floating across the
shivering skyline,
echoing vermilion voices,
lost in the limestone grains,
as questions of change
interrogate the empathy
encrypted within
my inhibited intuition,
like spices of kismet...

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THE CHOICE

HE WAS asleep
Between space and time
The first light on the world
Floated idly
On him
He was just born.

His folded hands
Glowed a pale pink
To keep the fire of life
He wondered if he was really awake.
Is it the...

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the s e a
remembers the taste
of cinnamon sunsets~
the essence of
emerald embers
and resonances of petrichor
when the tides tremble
in turquoise delight,
amidst the marine snakes
slithering through
oceanic echoes,
mirroring Medusa melodies
in envious tones.

and as the morning
stars nestle in the
wildflower warmth
of...

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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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search for me when
  black are the 
         stars of midnight
for in every sunset
          I see your...

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Lily bloom
   opening wide eyed and colorful collide
        in the sun of mid afternoon.
Bouquet blends abound 
   and hues relayed in the colors found;
...

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Out on a lonely track
Somewhere in the East McDonalds
My boots
Lift the red dust slowly
To form a little cloud
That as the day passes
Will fall and settle
Again, upon the Dry red ground

As the day’s heat rises
With me...

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my anonymity is stalking the streets 
like a preoccupation. mornings, slowly I creep
into august daylight, filling beat boroughs.
passing the time: digging fake burrows: 
motel rabbitrooms don't come with sheets: 
boxes gloomy in the dinge; dead-end...

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He is my all especially when I fall
He is my comfort when the winds are cold 
The chill of the emptiness and my hunger may call
But I feel at ease knowing he is my all
And...

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Sapphires, rubies, emeralds, garnets, gold, silver, and topaz
Compared to our super beautiful heaven have no pizzazz.
This mystical magical angel empowering kind place 
Is completely indescribable by the human race.
Lit by the glory of our loving...

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1/19/16

That is it
After this
No matter if
The road ahead is hazardous
Beside many establishments
Waters with or without halibuts
And areas where the ground and air has traces of contaminants

Bought her a lot of amethyst
And garnets that were called...

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This poem is made of iced coffee,
this poem is made of caffeinated black;
This poem is made of shredded soul,
this poem is made of whatever’s left;
This poem is made of garnets,
this poem is made of rose...

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I spent my day shopping for rubies
searching for jewels, glittering red
love of Venus, in strawberry stones
fortune favours, that's how they said.
 
diadem of diamonds, splashes amber   
fierce blaze of fire, polished in shine
red...

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Can a moon fit in a ladle? No. Can a white ball explode a street? Yes. It is the will of the entwined serpent symbol to eradicate lives in a global swoop. Much planning. Quarterisation...

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I never met my maternal grandmother -
She died from cancer when my mum was aged only eight
Her sepia photograph sits in a silver frame on mum’s dresser
Many years ago mum gave me a ring that...

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Dazzling like a sparkling green diamond
Eyes lit up when I opened the velvet box!
My birthstone for Aquarius is garnet 
Almandine is most common form with a rich red colour
Not for me -I wanted something more...

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Precious stones



Craze for jewellery and gems,
Traversed within my inner stems,
Aquamarine I could not resist,
Diamonds could take me to psychiatrist,

Garnets, topaz, emeralds and rubies,
Life revolved around treasures of seas,
It was so late for me to realise,
His...

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X-Ray 
Seeing past the skin. 
Everything is transparent. 
Dark edges with azure bones. 
Nothing is broken. 
Portfolio is translucent. 
A journey like no other. 
A simple man just passing through. 
Bones to the grave. 
A...

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