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there once was,
a poor little girl,
she had,
a treasured pearl,
that was given to her,
by a mighty King,
for his majesty,
the pearl,
meant absolutely nothing,
but to the poor little girl,
it meant,
absolutely everything,
the little girl sold the pearl,
on the street,
just so her family,
could stay warm and eat,
for her mother,
she bought a heavy coat,
for her baby brother,
nourishing milk,
from a goat,
the little girl's father,
worked for the jeweler,
in town,
the pearl was bartered,
to the jeweler,
by a stranger,
for the jeweler's prized cow,
the jeweler forged the pearl,
into a beautiful ring,
not knowing,
that the treasured pearl,
originally came,
from the all mighty King,
the jeweler sold,
the beautiful pearl ring,
to the King's,
spoiled wife,
for a very hefty price,
to the Queen,
the ring,
meant everything,
it's funny how things,
come full circle,
in life.
Today was a special day for us…for Ava our granddaughter…
and for our friend Kim…who happens to be a jeweler too
but this is a story that begins 16 years ago…so let me now review:
That’s when Ava, our only granddaughter chose our world to enter…and adorn
and on that day between Deborah and I…the seed of an idea was born…
We decided to buy Ava a charm bracelet…minus any charms…
(in our minds our direction was clear)
on this bracelet we would add a different charm each year.
Each charm would represent a special memory…a time…a place…a scene
chosen each year of her life…until she turned 16.
For her first birthday we found Kim, a jeweler,
(we liked the tattoos emblazoned on her arm)
and when we told her of our plan…she was happy to attach the charm.
Kim did such a wonderful job with that first charm…our path ahead was clear…
we thought: What if we left Ava’s bracelet and its new charm in Kim’s hands each year!
So every year for the last 16 we did what we had done the year before…
We handed Ava’s bracelet and her new charm to Kim at her jewelry store.
I don’t know exactly when or how it happened…during the time one year begins and another ends but somewhere within those 16 years the jeweler and her customers became friends.
How quickly 16 years have passed…16 years we would’t have missed…and Ava was euphoric when we finally clasped the bracelet 'round her wrist.
But once we saw that bracelet on her wrist…we realized the gift wasn’t over yet…not until Ava and her bracelet…and Kim, the jeweler met.
So that’s why yesterday was so special…seeing Ava and Kim…arm in arm…connected for a lifetime…by a bracelet filled with charms.
Now…whenever Ava looks at her bracelet…hopefully she’ll be aware…
of the people and places each charm represents…
and of the jeweler who put them there
Once upon a time, I was created by an 18th century jeweler,
but I do not remember his name because of course I am very old;
for a while, I lay on a satin cushion in a high style store,
although just made of glass and silver, I was still quite expensive.
Then, one bright day a nice gentlemen came in to buy a gift,
he explained to the clerk it was a birthday present for his new wife;
he was shown many pieces until they came to me,
and he exclaimed, oh yes, this is perfect, I will take it, please.
His wife adored me, oh I love the flowers in sparkling glass,
of pink and diamonds, I am going to put it on my new hat;
and there I stayed for years and years till she at last died,
I lay on a closet shelve gathering dust until her daughter found me.
She cleaned me gently and pinned me to her wool jacket,
and I got tons of compliments when we went out shopping together;
she never forgot me and touched me often with great love,
then, she died suddenly . . . and I was given to a charity store.
It was a terrible place, and I just lingered there sad and alone,
until a girl with raven hair picked me up and said oh how pretty;
she took me home- now I live on her dresser . . . . loved.
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April 13, 2018
Poetry/Personification/The Old Brooch
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1012-723-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Bring To Life
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
Fourth Place
So my super decided
He’d break down the wall.
He’d recover my ring
With no problem at all.
First he smashed down the back
Of the closet behind
Where the bathtub resides
(And the ring was confined).
But he couldn’t quite reach
So the hole kept on growing.
I wasn’t relaxed
With the way things were going.
I tried to say, “Stop!”
But more workers arrived,
All convinced that my wedding ring
Surely survived.
As I paced and regretted
Allowing this folly,
The super extracted my ring –
Oh, my golly!
I burst into tears
Not believing my luck,
Amazed that my ring
Wasn’t vanished or stuck.
I looked up a jeweler
Who shined it to gleaming
And almost believed
All this time I’d been dreaming.
The ending is happy
So I’m not complaining
But this is one day
That was totally draining.
Welo and Shewa
and the Opals of the Region
Darkwin Clouds damped the outdoor festivities leading
the onlookers to go indoors. There these to beautiful women
stood modeling there wears there beautiful bodies and jewelry.
She adored the unquietness of the marbling
it was crafted to gain such attention
it was a wonderfully brilliant
it's shine attracted those
who loved such
it became overly admired by those
who were blessed to know it
the Opals of the region had been
treasured forever: every once in awhile
that specials someone with charisma and charm
would come along and make the jeweler here
more and most appealing
from the dirts were
laborer's toil
to the craftsmanship of the artisan
from the fabrics of the model
to the glamour of the spectacle
it show that rizz
that makes those envy with
a shameful want
Vlinx a rob was created to help the Low Visioned people of
Fluvial Sinuous Ridges a New Town in a secret area on Earth.
She stood to be admired
she charmed the folk who were in her
presence
a glamorous ring
beautiful gold
with giant prawns that
centerpiece a large
Opal stone.
Shewa and Welo stood together gathering attention
attention they both could handle due to there beauty and charm.
Trout halibut and caplin and seabass were for the supers
here this night during the festival f the people
were the stones and craftsmen were displayed
while woman stood beside them to be asked by the local men to marry in the festival of Evenings. Capers,mayo and sour Cream Dill with lemon?gin or vodka and hot peppers; flavors and scent.mingled with the fish roasted and fried
as these two took center stage.Duchess potatoes were the stars of the dining room ; but these two were the talk of the night.Beck Silvaner,Balfour the Prädikatswein sounds and Sweet wines. The Center stage of Evening Adoraances.
Today was a different day for Deborah and I…let me now review…
We decided to attend a funeral of a person we never knew…
To understand our reasoning…why this is not as crazy as it appears…we must take you back in time a little…back 14 and 1/2 years.
That’s when our granddaughter Ava was born…we made a plan we couldn’t resist…we would purchase a charm bracelet that, one day, she will wear upon her wrist.
The idea is to add a charm each year…representing a time, a place…a scene…we keep the bracelet with us…until she turns sixteen.
We found a jeweler, her name is Kim, we liked the tattoos she had on her arm.
We told her the story of Ava’s bracelet and she said she’d be happy to attach the charm.
The first charm turned out beautifully…Kim’s expertise as a jeweler was quite clear…so we decided to take Ava’s bracelet and new charm back to her each year.
Now every year around the same time…just as we did the year before…we show up with bracelet and charm in hand…in front of Kim at her jewelry store.
We talk about Ava and how quickly our children and grandchildren grow…then Deborah and Kim get together to decide where the charm should go.
In the 14 years we’ve been doing this…as one year into another blends…we ceased to be jeweler and customers…and along the way we became friends.
I find it difficult to explain…as the reasons are often unclear…how a friendship can form with someone we see only once or twice a year…
But isn’t that the thing about friends…the thing that gives friendship its flair…You don’t have to see them often…to know that they are there.
We stopped by to pick up a ring Kim was fixing for Deborah the other day…and her emotions…she was unable to hide…through tears she could not control she told us her only son had died.
We did not know her son…never met him in these 14 years…?but there is something about a friendship…when a friend cries you can feel her tears.
So that’s how we ended up in the back of a church…
sitting in the very last pew….
there to support a friend…
at the funeral…
of a person we never knew.
My son, my son, my son
To whom I had taught the Lord’s Prayer
Guided His mind to ways of righteousness
Instilling what is right
Hoping for a man that shines forth. Strong!
A man of Godly character
What did I do wrong?
What unchangeable mistakes have I made?
Did I not show forth the Lord’s ways?
A life worthy to be exemplified?
Tell me my son,
Where did I go wrong?
Now you bare the burden of shame
Sitting in a state of anguish and pain
Days of torment, thinking
Knowing that this should not have been
Wanting to change what is time passed
God would not allow that even if you asked
If you were not where you are
Maybe, you would not have heard Gods call
He is going to take your shame, your pain and your anguish
He is going to take your loneliness
He is going to fill you with His Spirit
He is going to make you a lighthouse for Him
Do not despair my son
Do not despair
You will shine
As tarnished gold
Polished by the jeweler
My love for you will never wane
God’s love for you even more so remain
Give your all to Him
Let go and let Him
You have tried on your own
Now let God work His will through you
He is God and God alone
Love, Mom
Accent De Capo
He loves a great secret.
His job often meant that he
would prepare people
for things due to them.
He handled millionaire
Tristeier Didier's inheritance.
She was a waitress at a diner
in New Bristol, the day I meet her
she told me she only had
$13.0 until her next payday.
I left her a $300.00 tip.
The next morning I came in
with paperwork asking
her questions,
I had decided I would tell her
why I was there after I
noticed her change in mood.
She began cursing so that's when I
told her what I was doing.
Her Dad's boss made some
investments while her
father was still alive.
They were small investments at first
and then he
invested the returns,
then he and her mother
parted way's and her father
never said anything to
the mother about things and he
moved to Canada and became
a lumberjack, and never returned home.
He married Vissy Jasper
a world renowned Jeweler
she was called " Jazzy Vise Grip"
by her fans and customers
she was known for placing small gems
on large rings.
Well the paper's said she was
to have all assets to what ever the
family fortune was. The surprising
thing about the conversation
was, the woman told him:
she was going to buy four acres
and plant hickory trees, and pecans
and make truffles for
the poor peoples of New Bristol
and people through out the world.
"A Broken Demo"
In a desperate cry for help
She hires every jeweler
A cheap sheep crying, Wolf!
Using old repeating politic
utilizing lies * manipulation
To cover the Glass Paste on her face
Diamond-like - Stonecold and Crooked!
Her true shape -- unveiled -- predictable
A Thief Among The Mines
In a world where certainties are few---
Promises! Promises!
A shallow cut - with high class
no shape --- no spark, a dark mass
Smashing success when opportunity hits
The worst gem in disguise
The diamonds in her eyes -- gone -- expired
If you look, you will see
A twisted reflection in her evil grin
A sinister smile -- waiting to win
Her Vice - a victim --- her puppet
blind * believing her lies
Cutting light performance -
-Without realizing most see past her history
We the people are more than a cubic step
Lighting the madness of her soul
Just remember, every day she sits on her pedestal
Without a twinkle --- she stares into the night
Knowing nothing she stands for is right
Innovation - incomplete
A man-made she-demon trying to wear white
Like the swan, dying every night
She refused to hear the trumpet play
A new moon soon will open our eyes
EXPOSED --- Diamond CUT
Hillary Will Not Be President
#The Poet Destroyer
I confided with The Jeweler
I want a masterpiece
A wonder to the modern world
Where joy will never cease
He said he’d start with umber
A rich, golden shade of brown
use it from the very start
create a special crown
Next, sparkle from His diamonds
He used them from within
Distributed them quite liberally on
Her eyes, her smile, her skin
Oh yes she will be special
A jewel the world will love
treasure made with so much heart
They’ll know she’s from above
She shall be known as Ceci
Because she is to be
perfection of a young lady
like your sister is to Me
He said I know just what I’ll do
To make your crown the best
I have special method
Pulled from the family crest
There’s never been anything like her
nor will there ever be;
I’ve taken the spirit of her aunt
Your dear sister as you can see
You know she was quite special
That’s why I called her home
but I wanted you to be blessed
so praise Me with a poem
a tribute to My creation
a gift to all the world
although I blessed you with 2 boys
I gave you just one girl
I did one other special thing
To set this child apart
I gave her something special
A piece of The Jeweler’s heart
I have filled her with compassion
She will be the downtrodden’s friend
She will always be a guiding light
Yes this is who I will send
Sometimes at night, you will hear her
As you lay there in the dark
this lil' Gem sing Me praises
A gentle meadowlark
A champion for all children
Inspiring, encouraging all
She embarked upon this journey
She already heard my call
So always, treat her special,
let her know I care
you see she is My masterpiece
A jewel that is quite rare.
A tribute on her 17th Birthday