Long Jewelers Poems
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You are the rarest and the heaviest
Of all our precious metals here on Earth…
Your sisters, Gold and Silver, are stockpiled...
But you are not...in case supply runs low.
To generate one ounce of you we need
Ten tons of ore and five months’ processing.
Outstanding jewelers, like Cartier,
Famed Faberge, plus Tiffany, create
Their jewelry designs in Platinum.
They turned you into lavish settings that
Secure some famous diamonds like the Hope,
Jonker and Koh-I-Noor. Your surface can
Be scratched, but unlike sisters Silver and
Pure Gold, there is no Platinum that’s lost.
You are the rarest and most valued one...
Each year we mine one hundred thirty tons,
To Gold’s one thousand seven hundred plus.
Our Platinum…rare metal of our Earth.
© Sandra M. Haight 2014
All Rights Reserved
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Contest: Periodic Table Elements
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 01/06/2015
Saturday's Truth
No one left to trust
I'am looking in the street
but not with the jewelers in the night
I walked in I heard a different language
A pleasant forth coming talk....it would be them
I can't say nothing about no one
Slashed by the hooks of saint Catherine's
No whistling,no listening because zombies can't dance
They were all winning their glory
These days it's what happens
poison truth
all warnings fighting to prepare
intimate daggers
Fly straight for the heart
What is your next move
The warning signs were real
I was sure there was truth in our presence
It was never said
No lies to believe
It's never
No explanation
Expectation of youth
The lady said
I was never lied to
Virtue in all she did
I sold my awareness for self design
To suit my numbness of this too busy world
What's out of control
When nothing is controlled
Ego Ego Ego
Don't drive my car or talk too much
Make it easy on the ears
Take the trip
Through temper through fear
Look Don't talk It will only hurt
Laughter was beat
Beat into me..beat into me..beat me like a stuffed dummy
poison truth
all warnings fighting to prepare
intimidated...what is your next move
No people found
Willfully unravel
Sun made..parted ways
It leaves them...
I got to stay up
I can't fall the sleep
Saturday could never be what is used to be
It was a fun day
positive human qualities were Sat (truth), Daya (compassion), Santokh (contentment), Nimrata (humility), and Pyaar (love).
Brift Jia: Purofetto No Sutorirain
Profo hisoria: Enredo Profissional.... Shall speak to those
who have interest in wrestling.
The Voice of Bruft Jiza spoke through the Mask!
His age shall exceed 20 years.
they shall se him struggle
he among the lions he shall tame them
he shall tame the bears
and shall ut wrest the
marsh meateaters
his life will find him dispositioned
and he shall overcome those obstacles
and shall shine
as son: brother, neihbor
freind: and Lover
His womans willingness shall determine if he shall father.
She will restrict him from other women
that they might labor to divide them..He shall be unrecognized as a true champion
Said Bruft jiza who is Enredo Connaitras...Else Deveri Procura
Lo Na Derrata
Eles De Deveri Procura
Lo como Campesa
O poro escelhido e premiara como campeao
muitas empresas devern fazo-le
elsa devern viajar
para um lugar
secreto e tudus os trofeus deverm ser
recalhidas
la piel de un toro campeon...
encontraran gemas y metalas preciosos y la piel de un toro campeon!
TU le Connaitras!
as then he shall be champion
Tu le Contnaitras...
he shall hear a man wish
for his woman.
He shall hear the names of men
to replace him as champion
he shall be lored into conversations
his skin shall be tanned from the sun of an island
there many men shall shave an oil him.
He shall be cleaned by a woman
who shall sing to him
and the grapes and fruits of the islland shall
be feed to him.
hearing this many companies will send him trophies.
Trophies that havenot been solicated.
Twenty five trophies will say champion
in many laugages and in different places.
A place shall be built by novice.
There a oven of stone shall be made to feed him.
Quarries shall be searched for precious metals.
The gems from many places shall be sourced.
The strap from a championship bull shall be made
into leather. Gold And silver shall be made into a waist belt.
Many promoters shall meet there
and ask for the trophies they have sent.
They shall collect the trophies.
And these Cups shall tsallied and the
jewelers shall
concort there tresures and
a championship shall be promised.
Tu Le Connaitras!
Bel Canto!
there are faceted sides
with the jewelers cut
an intuitive act – an empath’s work of refinement
that boasts mastery and natural symmetry
stolen from the roughness
commandeered from a fleck of carbon
embodied in 990,000,000 years of evolution
he endeavors to open and free its beauty
precisely the third eye reconnoiters
with tools representing intellect
impowered by skill and modern techniques
he strikes off chards of nature’s ancient creation
chiseling to remodel its perfection
he facets to release the light
shielded and tendered in millennial history
that has waited timelessly to be revealed
like the voice that creates the aria
each note given the precise clarity
birthing the song
he imbues the human element
melding with the majesty of this ancient stone
taking shape, becoming a source for his soul
he and the stone are one
with the wisdom of what eternity truly is
within the infinite human heart
The green leafed tree in the harbor.
There the freights are advanced.
Sailors with quality tools, while
diners feast and play chess. The edge
Of the merchants dine hall has a Blindspot
where tugboats honk there horn to
enter the harbor. A large pile of bones
where the chef has stacked them, for
the jewelers to retrieve them to make
Carved ornaments for tourist and others.
We find there Snorkel and Algae two
Fiddlers who play music while diners
Eat at the Surfin Toot restaurant.
"Anchors ah shore maties, Anchors ah-
Shore!"
Captain Morse Pierconn
USS Snorkelcraft
Chauffeur play'd Hymn
But didn't play me
Swift sung to her
But didn't sing to me
People like song
But didn't like me
What we gon do
What we gon do
Indough neigh ah
Ah beautiful ismuss
Brazilian strings
A pretty lady
We sing ah song
But song don't
Sing me
We sing ah song
Of love!
I glance at my favorite ring.
The one I wear every day now.
The large pear shaped blue topaz is gone.
The opal band looks bereft without it.
I think of all the groceries I have sacked in the last four hours.
Wishing I had not cleaned the storeroom too now.
Want me to help you look? My manager asks.
I am a check-out girl who also had to clean a freezer today.
It could be in six dozen places, all of them in this store.
Or at home, under a couch, or swept up in a vacuum bag.
This is the day the cleaning lady comes and she only vacuums.
I blink back tears. It could have gone home with a customer.
My beautiful blue topaz will be thrown away by someone
Who might not even see it. Maybe it is in a paper bag crease.
Believe it or not someone has found it and brings it back to the store.
Here it is now, safe and sound, at the jewelers, getting new prongs.
People are basically not only good, but sometimes great.
For National Cat Day, October 29, 2022
Egyptians worshipped and revered them;
Superstitious people feared them;
When wicked witches commandeered them,
They rode on brooms and sometimes steered them;
In cramped pet shops owners tiered them;
Exotic dealers bred and reared them,
Sometimes bobbed their tails and eared them
Then cool and casually auctioneered them;
Poets lauded them and cheered them;
Children's writers buccaneered them;
Hateful boys have chased and jeered them;
Careless motorists have smeared them;
Allergics sneezed each time they neared them;
Sculptors bronzed them; groomers sheared them,
Trimmed their toenails and veneered them;
Toy makers stuffed and puppeteered them;
Jewelers brooched or lavaliered them;
Geneticists have engineered them
And for research volunteered them.
Though man's endured them and endeared them,
He's barely tamed, not domineered them.
To humans history has adhered them,
But their nine lives have persevered them.
And that is why I tip my hat
To the legacy of the cat.
Even this hard heart's been smitten
By a furry ball of kitten.
Cats have kept us fascinated
Since the first ones were created
And perhaps hung out with Adam's other half.
They have been both pets and passions,
And served as well as fads and fashions,
But it really is enough to make one laugh.
Men may ply themselves with worldly honors,
And of slavish dogs play prideful owners,
But to aristocratic cats…
They're merely staff.
Author's note: Cats may have been domesticated as early as 7,500 BC. They are the second most popular house pet in the U.S., behind…go figure!...freshwater fish.
*Image of Global Positioning System by Rankr.
All Roads Led to Hell, Until GPS
An attempted refolded map resolved itself against a ruffled sort,
the championed driver -- not of cars,
GPS constants a dashboard as a storm flit to nonexistence,
ado about the guy at the wheel flits with it,
chuckles as dawn speaks and sunrise glints at a trustful eye,
an oiled motor now runs cooly, slightly fresh tire scarring rolls on,
a car stops on the side of a country lane,
an idling engine idles a bevy of doves perched on a limb,
opts for a U-turn as an all clearance was taken,
a mouth forces years of hardened cells upward, donning anew emerges,
whistling attuned to a suite medley of birdsongs while fingers push a fedora near a car ceiling,
stops at the florist, the candy store, and longer at the jewelers,
sounds of a car parking in the drive,
a woman wiping to dryness look sees a mirror,
a throat clears and coughed to a soothing, and hair is being fussed,
a trembling stand eases to absence, a door being faced down a hallway opens,
a bouquet of roses, a candy box, a gift box, and a rugged man fall in unison fronting an entry doorway,
weeping in glad tidings calls outwardly, "Look what my GPS said!" a shocked woman rushes forward to kneel,
The solid man raised his GPS to her ever-widening eyes,
GPS read out, "God Promises Salvation,"
Two souls lived contentedly until their hereafter in bliss.
2022 August 18