Long Gemstone Poems
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You Are Never Really Alone
Kevin Davis 2025
You wake up
with fear sitting heavy in your eyes,
like it got there before you did,
like it’s been waiting
to tell you the end
or the beginning
of your life
is already written.
But listen—
in the shadows,
there’s always a spark.
A stubborn little ember
that refuses to go out.
So, sit down.
Breathe deep.
Let your lungs remind you
that you’re still here,
and that being here
is already a kind of fight.
Think of the people
who hold you in the quiet corners
of their lives.
And if no one comes to mind,
don’t let that twist into despair.
Because loneliness lies.
Fear lies.
And somewhere out there
is someone who would sit beside you
without needing a single word.
Maybe it’s the one
who smiled at you once
like they saw something worth knowing.
Maybe it’s the voice
that asked if you were okay
on a day you didn’t even realize
you weren’t.
Maybe it’s someone
you haven’t met yet
but who’s already walking
toward your story.
Even in the darkest night,
stars still insist on shining.
Even in the heaviest morning,
the sun still climbs.
And you—
you are not built to do this alone.
There are voices,
real ones,
human ones,
on the other end of a phone
who will stay with you
until the shaking stops.
There are hands
that will steady you
when yours won’t hold still.
Reach out.
Call.
Speak.
Let someone meet you
where you are.
Because life—
your life—
is a gemstone carved by pressure,
shaped by time,
and worth more
than fear will ever admit.
And no matter how dire it feels,
you are never alone.
~
Crystallized moon beams,
fractured light of endless desires
shimmer on you as our eyes meet
beneath a canopy of gemstone brilliance
Pearl buttons glisten as fingers touch
and your smile grants permission,
leaving me breathless
Serenity of the night serenades
our hearts in silent yearnings
Your skin, sweet of perfumed nectar
scents the evening in aromatic siftings
A sultry sigh floats wispily to the heavens
as we lay entwined on feathery grass
exploring each other amidst whispering winds
City lights twinkle, reflections on the bay,
unaware of our love, our moment
Leaves trickle to earth like tiny wings
as I gaze upon your silhouette,
mysterious against this velvet sky
Still beauty falls like summer rain
drenching my sight with you
A full moon stares down smiling,
happily enchanted by our movements
The distant horizon mirrors us,
lingering upward at your charm,
feeling every pulsation of affection
Blissfully seeking deeper meaning as
you gaze down in hypnotic peering
Harmonic exhales sing in a sensual duet,
echoing through tree lined vistas
Increasing in tempo, you fall to my lips
dampened by melodic rapture
Fevered vibrations rhythmically sway,
while constellations dance,
effervescent patterns on an ebony abyss
A shooting star trails your murmured gasp,
comets collide within, intensely exploding,
illuminating our endless dreams
Simultaneous sensations glisten,
ecstasy quivers in stardust sprinkling
on our hearts as the evening blushes
in the shade of love
~
An independent thinker and sometimes a rebel, and
Quite resistive to change- always and forever,
Utterly loyal and faithful to friends old and new.
Amethyst my gemstone and violet my flower, a
Real big storyteller, I have stories to tell - sometimes,
Inside my head I dwell for a long time, disconnected;
Until, it is time to write a poem or story, and
Sometimes, I like to float in water in my meditation.
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March 31, 2021
Poetry/Acrostic/Aquarius
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1343-033-31
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Star Sign Acrostic
sponsor, Charlotte Puddifoot, Judged 04/10/2021
Fifth Place
the undulating current of love
ripples through our hearts
beneath a black sky draped in a glittering mass
mingling with moon glows
painting an abundance of light, trapped in our eyes
where a talisman moonstone enters our souls
like a translucent gemstone of pearly lustre
that lifts our lifeblood of internal desire
our lips merged in a plush tendril
melting into a singular tissue
from this lover's web of emotional exuberance
and ethereal light within
that our hearts inhabit beneath this celestial sky
this blissful serene realm draws us closer
to a harmonious bond of enchantment
born from moonstone melodies and romantic grace
An animist believes there are living souls in trees.
I agree without any kind of extra persuasion.
I already believe the stars and faeries have souls, right?
And the moon and the sun, and lakes and meadows light.
What of sandstone, malachite, turquoise, opal, you know their souls linger.
Totally God-made, diamonds definitely have souls on the right person’s finger.
Topaz? Emeralds? Sapphires? Hematite? Granite? Shale? Yes, of course.
Let’s not forget the animals, the pig, the cow, the lamb, and the horse.
What of places – Stonehenge, in particular? Jerusalem for sure.
What of thoughts – the good ones that make you feel kind and pure?
What of families, and school communities that show you love?
Souls are all over the place, sprinkled here from the beauties who live above.
Purity is a delicate lily of whiteness
that a sinless soul so fervently cherishes,
but finding a similar one in the whole Earth:
it's like seeking a gemstone in a forest!
Look everywhere...where's that spotless heart
in which love keeps it's whiteness intact?
And unless, it is tempted and loses favor with God Himself:
it can only expect wrath on His part as it wallows in death!
Purity is a delicate lily of whiteness,
woe to it, if it'll be accosted by a tempest
that will strip all its petals and scatter them on a green lawn:
it would have embellished any large room of an elegant home!
I, too resembled that delicate lily of whiteness,
glorifying the Father with a joy that emitted luminous sparks,
but somehow I strayed from my path and put my trust in stars:
while lusting after flesh and giving up on holiness!
Carnelian, tumbled, polished and beautifully elegant,
anchors this daydream in reality and the acceptance of life;
removes all fear of death as this orange gem will assist my soul,
navigate the journey into the maze of the afterlife. (or is that a dream ?)
Egyptians believed in the power of Carnelian, it left them deeply enthralled,
loving this vibrant orange gemstone that blazed of the colors in Autumn;
inside the stone there is a cloudy interior that leaves this girl daydreaming,
and so I must put on my Carnelian necklace from India and feel it's vitality.
now, oh sweetness, I have peace and tranquility and can write my poetry . . .
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March 25, 2018
Poetry/Acrostic/Daydreamers: Carnelian
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1006-440-25
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Rubies, sapphires, and emeralds, gems of such great worth
Gems beyond price and beauty from the bowels of the earth
Sought for and dreamed of, fought over and even died for
When all said and done just pieces of mineral from mother earths core...
Placed in gold and platinum settings, price beyond compare
Stored in vaults to precious are some, but still bits of mineral to be fair
Reds and greens, blues for sure, these gems stone are beauteous things
Nothing says I love you more, than gemstones set in golden rings.
For me these beauteous bits of glass that bedeck the bodies of some
Bought for gifts and treasured always, these little baubles of fun…
The best gemstone of all is ‘adamas’ or unbreakable from the ancient Greek
But it’s the qualities of this superlative gem, that is what I seek...
Its superlative physical attributes mean, it’s hard beyond compare
Allotrope of carbon spewed by volcanoes, and it is still rather rare
This gemstone which is a diamond, and guys this is the best surprise
I don't want even the remnant of a diamond, just the glint like diamond of love in your eyes…
© ~GG~ 2/10/2012
Zircon’s Fire
Flames of deep amber glint in zircon fire
Brilliant crystals smolder
In conflagration’s desire
Sparks flash in gold
Winter’s white fire sparkles in deepest blues
Frost crystal diadems
Azure jewel’s celestial hues -
December gem
A rainbow ignited, yellow and green,
Joyful flashes exclaim
Fiery festival in sparks sheen
Gemstone aflame
Hypnotic fires of purest energy
Zircon’s fire burns breathless
Impassioned spirit light sets free
Whimsy endless
12-28-22
Contest: Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing
Sponsor: Constance La France
Rhymes checked with www.rhymezone
Syllables check with www.howmanysyllables
Ecology, Humanity, Me, & Tea
A fox at the altar.
Bee nests to seek before light.
A rabbit where the fox’d trot.
(Foxes have only ever trot. Perhaps fast, or nimbly, or slow - they do not walk.
They do not run.)
Morning flies...
And the sun is slow to rise.
The clouds are only a smidge more awake than I.
Sleep-rolling by.
A duck flies, no tumbles, no whazzles past.
No more gainly than when waddling on sod.
Morning hawks take to the barest of first updrafts;
rising like mists on the lake where dragonflys slowly
flex their diaphanous gemstone wings. The ones who
keep as captor the rainbows from the last day’s thunderstorm.
A frog {Maybe toad. [Probably frog.]} somewhere in the pottery.
Awaiting the repottery of potted plants, themselves awaiting the
heat of day and breeze’s gift of sway. Hiding in the repository of pottery;
perhaps in rainwater held in temporary reservoir - a feast for frog, a womb
for gnats...this believing squeak-croaking, near-whistling frog calls out in love -
or something very much like it. From the dark. Not near at all to kindred souls.
At even the odd hours I hear it call. Her call? His call? The call we all...make.
Know.
Offer.
Await.
The barn cat, asleep, misses it all.
And misses none of it.
Soon he sidles up.
In need of scritches and time with.
The tea cools, the leaves unfurl.
The tannins dye.
The world wakes.
The lupine at the altar try their hand at purple.
No goose today.
The sibling blue pines put one in minds...
of poetry. And work awaiting.