Long Gems Poems
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Once a gambler, always...
... so the sceptics say...
My retort is life's a gamble
We take risks every day
I reside in a house palatial
Can justify purchases wasteful
Wise bets are luxuries paid for
Extravagant lifestyle enabled
Jewellery gathers, burgeoning
From overstuffed box, emerging
Avoid crowding, time to pawn
My value continually surging!
String of onyx required no thought
Ripped quickly, no longer sought
Capitalist bent continually urging
For exchange, gems duly brought
To seedy grimy store, 'We Sell All'
Flat rejection brought my apall
Not impressed by onyx glib faces
Declared necklace worth bugger all
In its absence necklace graces
Dazzling array, high value embraces
Dull rock considered inconsequential
Celestial head breeds striking phrases
NB: For Julia, who cancels Contests I enter
Undressed we are upon hallowed ground
Where hands find gems in loving surround
Your pertness in arise at my fingertips
Tongues fencing within lustful lips
My hands now wander in caressing find
Sighs and groans release from our minds
Down your porcelain torso I kiss my way
Reaching heavens gates in pink display
I touch, I kiss as you arch your back
Your breasts in lift I see no lack
Excited we are as you welcome me home
Whilst the moon shone, our bodies in roam
In sensual writhe we reach moments of bliss
Sharing our moments with a passionate kiss
Like slow waves caressing the sands
Kissing we explode holding our hands
Echoes of pleasure in lustful call
Resonate as they bounce of the walls
Implode we do as our loving ends
As we await the signals, that love resends
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They are treasures, such a delight
Taking you from gloom into light
If you have feeligs of despair
Friends comfort you, they will be there
They are like stars shining so bright
They won't leave, whatever your plight
Giving you wings to soar in flight
They will always have time to spare
They are treasures
They will never do things for spite
They tell if you are wrong or right
It's always good to have them near
True friends are gems, precious and dear
Shining for you in darkest night
They are treasures
8-6-2022
Friendship Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
The time
Young youths
Sing songs
Pertaining Peace
For fortune
Just & Joy
To twerk
With waists
February fosters fairness
January junk just
It is intent
Dollar drives dust
Knight knitting knots
Luck lock loss
Queen quest *****
Boost behaviors best
Against all antibodies affirmation
Energise erring ell earnestly
Out of ongoing outburst
Until unity urges us
Go get gems growing
No net nail none
Vault vibe via vision
Till time tells trillion
Mercy must make moves mean
Above all antagoniser and atrocities
Chosen coming closer career cease
Since savior savage souls' safety
Let Lucifer lay low lubber
For failure fostered from firmness
Kicking kite keel klein kudos
Hosting huge hugs hastening hallelujah!
I was cursed with ink
intoxicating blank canvases
with toxic scribbles,
releasing twisted tales
of suppressed troubles.
I was a forsaken ebony rose
in satan's grasp,
kneeling on ungodly needs
in a gothic fortress
of woeful odes,
surrounded by black knights
and colorless blossoms,
searching for legitimate sestinas
and versatile villanelles
to ignite my quill to bleed
without semantic barriers.
Swaying like a pendulant,
on the edge between
light and darkness,
resembling midnight's
black ice queen,
I thirsted for a
universal prophecy.
A poet who would engrave
perennial verses upon my
discoloured healing heart.
To paint antique stones,
during sunless days
in a moonless kingdom.
A calligraphic catharsis,
adorning the sincere crown
of an imperial ivory king,
whose angelic voice
glitters like gems,
soothing insensitive beating drums
within my pondering pensive mind.
A majestic master of his quill,
reviving poetic intimacy,
fusing his musings
deep inside untouched chambers
with an unscratched itch,
of my undanced fandango.
F a t e has a way for
versifiers to assimilate.
From the first drop
of his couplet,
he had my tongue
rhyming to the rhythm
of his unspoken lyrics.
Now, I am a slave to
what I have become.
Handcuffed and blindfolded
by preserved petals
between perfumed pages
written from the tip of his
magical wand like fingers.
I am weaving crystal quartz
words in witching hours,
whilst he pours dulcet musings
incensed in white sage
over my rustic bronze silhouette,
as I am his willing mistress:
a submissive subservient pawn
to his silent slavery.
Throned in intricately carved
prose and poetry,
where monochrome strokes
of thin lines no longer perish.
There’s no need for a sorcerer
when his sentimental sonnets
are an addictive elixir.
I am deliriously comatose
and chained in piercingly
euphoric sagas of his saccharine soul.
Even Lilith seized the moment
to behold what belonged to her
In the name of infatuated love.
So this is me, stealing
scented seeds
sown along parallel paradigms
of his rightful Parnassian paradise,
d r o w n i n g in
metaphorical monograms,
leaving memoirs of a poetess~
seething glitters and gold
reborn from the depths of
a savior that saved
me from burnt chapters
of darkest oblivion.
Each midnight glow is like this fleeting stone
And I, although I cherish, cannot steal
Or thrust on shore to hold until it’s grown
Below the tides of eve that plunge shall reel.
I stand as each crest scoops into the deep
And vanishes like jeweled drops of breath
To lie with mother pearls I couldn’t keep
For tiny are hand stems to grip their depth.
So now and then I wish that I may dip
Into the twirling wavelets with my arms
And haul pink mollusks which slide from my grip;
For in their husks, the pearl of Orient charms.
If midnight enthralls me into her sea
Oh, gems I touch only in memory.
by nette onclaud
for Put Your Best Rhyme Forward Contest
In the grip of Time, a silent flow,
From Roman days to Gregorian glow,
A dance of clocks, a crafted frame,
A social construct, a human claim.
In the realm of Time, where moments wane,
A social construct, we seek to gain.
From Roman roads to the Gregorian call,
We build our order, yet stumble and fall.
Power we chase, in the currency of money,
Yet what is it worth if life isn’t sunny?
In the mines of existence, we toil and we sweat,
Digging for precious metals, our value upset.
Education shines like the brightest of gems,
Illuminating paths, breaking down stems.
Yet the heart of the matter lies deeper than gold,
In the minerals of wisdom, true stories unfold.
It's up to us to remember, as we strive and we seek,
That the true worth of our journey is not just the peak.
For in each fleeting moment, through struggle and strife,
Lies the beauty of time, the essence of life.
hidden below the echoing cold indigo sea
a mermaid dwells . . .
mystical as told in myths if you believe
breathtakingly beautiful and sensual . . .
in her cobalt blue cave . . .
she keeps gems and treasure chests stolen
the sailors dizzy with lust
lured into the sea by her liquid musical murmur
and D
O
W
N they fall to be no more . . .
and when the ship crashes into jagged rocks
breaking apart and becoming part of the sea
she comes silently beneath the tumbling waves
to take anything that shines
to her watery underwater cave . . .
where they sparkle and glow for her
she loves to touch each one -
so beware travelers of the open uncharted sea
a beautiful mermaid is waiting
to d r o w n you in the unforgiving dark depths
and steal all that sparkles
only to decorate her blue cobalt cave . . .
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August 1, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Mystical Mermaid
Copyright Protected, ID 16-813-213-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Premiere Contest, Caves,
sponsor, Anthony Slausen
Fifth Place
Why am I here at the poetry-soup
Overpowered by dark shades of thoughts,
when I was losing myself to depression,
Sweeter side of me wrapped in satin of frost,
bitterness had engulfed all my passion,
A tiny sparkle of light peeped into my core,
and set my deep inside aglow,
Gladness wiped all the tears of remorse,
as I let my buried emotions flow,
Soup lit my pen that had long lost its lustre
and dug muse free of condemned heap of dust,
Encouraged and soon I was one contest buster,
the blazing ink thence turned robust,
Soup gives vent to veiled sublime emotions,
offers poetry contests that sharpen the nib,
Cherishing intellectual communications,
new forms and words tranquil the learning crib,
Reading exquisite gems is the real game
Be a winner in contest, gets worthy fame,
Missing to enter is the biggest shame,
Still hurt and loneliness, how can we claim?
Life enchants melody of poetry soup,
Serenity peaks to my soul's whoop.
Written Dec 30th, 2015
For contest by Jerry T Curtis
Sashaying over star-crushed clay.
Never staying in one place for long.
largely unnoticed, their eyes never dancing
with the eyes of the chosen ones.
Another eclipse-stained day sprints by, void of warm exchanges.
Layers of being unravelling...rotting flower on the grate.
Where sunflowers have no yearning for graceful yellowing.
Age brings ever-shrinking orbs of hope-bloom and light.
Never reaching the gild of dreams.
Unwritten songs drifting over silent seagull cays.
Where the charred and forgotten meet.
The scythe of hopelessness and rot.
Cherished gems lay just beneath the star-crushed clay.