Long Malachite Poems
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In bejeweled jade landscape
the topaz terrain rolls
on wondrous waves,
undulating with
the sculpted panorama
of pristine cadence,
entrenches in earthen frame
the sprawling shape
of a serene lake
sublimely sparkling,
the sapphire shining face
looks up
toward the cerulean sky,
entranced.
The southern zephyr
whispers enticing melody
to the rhapsodic ripples
intensely passionate,
spread in seraphic span
of self-centric rhythm,
slide on slithering shadows
of the dancing trees,
lining the contorted contours
of the splashing shore,
adorned.
Malachite lotus leaves
float flamboyant
with pulsating fervor,
the ruby flush of full bloom
makes the collage
of fiery fresco
with fanning feathers
of flaming flamingos,
their ballerina legs wading
the emerald waters
in avian grace,
supple napes swiveling
in charismatic concerto
of aquatic ballet,
surreal.
In the hypnotic gleam
of the setting sun
I watch the lacustrine opera.
On the rhythm of rolling waves of tidal time I float,
drenched in the chromatic cadence of the setting sun.
Before the ebb takes me beyond the misty horizon,
I search for fervent anchorage on her seraphic shore.
Through the slanted shower of the twilight shimmer,
my fragile footprints follow her lengthening shadow,
melting in mystic night under the mellow moonshine,
forlorn alley of my dreams lights up in stardust spark.
The new sun returns on the edge of color-splashed sky,
sprinkles the splendor of spectral hue on drops of dew.
In my malachite meadow no longer morose, I find her,
sparkling like pearl with the patina of pristine fervor.
At the lingering periphery of my lonesome present time,
shades of grey dissolve, my beguiled senses don’t belie,
haze lifts from dawning day, I see my tomorrow glow like
'a smile on her face and a gleam in her eye.'
('a smile on her face and a gleam in her eye' - Batter Up by Ever Roper)
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She has been a delight
since she first joined this website.
She performs an altruistic rite
both day and night,
sharing her insight.
Pious as an Israelite
ascending Mt. Sinai’s height.
She has ability to distinguish wrong from right.
Lactiferous with human kindness in a metaphorical light.
A moral beacon during a starless immoral night.
Always being polite.
An exemplary socialite.
Never requiring being contrite.
Displaying formidability despite
A genteel cortical initial sight.
Standing upright.
Possessing intrinsic might.
Speaking with eloquence forthright.
Containing innate perspicuous foresight.
She has a voracious appetite
for all knowledge in sight.
In addition, with encompassing insight,
she includes inscribed descriptive might
that can put up a fight
without any fright.
She may write
with words subtly lithe and light,
in quantitative measure appearing right.
About birds in flight,
soaring to great height.
Or sunshine exceedingly bright.
Sometimes a softly moonlit night.
Occasionally of gems of malachite
glowing like green moonlight.
Perhaps rubies luminescent with fiery light;
polished to a radiance shown in a volcanic eruption sight.
She is an experienced poet write;
a legitimate constituent outright
on this poetic workshop website.
She is not a literary neophyte.
amethyst, amber, agate, aquamarine
barite, bauxite, beryl, soon seen
carnelian, chryophrase, cool citrine
diamond, dolomite, delivered by Dean
Emerald, epidite, elusive by far
Flourite flowing next to Feldspar,
Gemstone hit parade, setting the bar
Hematite holds us hostage, said Mar.
Isis calcite showing up imperial jade,
Jasper enters the fray with his own maid.
Karats counted in diamonds, making the grade.
Lapis Lazuli opening your third-eye, a spiritual aid
Moonstone and malachite dancing in tune
Niccolite, and nambulite against the moon
Opal and obsidian making fun of a rune
Pearl, pyrite, periodot doing a swoon.
Quartz comes up rosy, all pretty and pink.
Ruby and Rhodonite sitting on the brink.
Sapphire, serpentine, sodalite sharing a drink.
Topaz, tigers eye, turquoise skating in the rink.
Attention now goes to uvite and unakite,
making friends with vivionite an valencianite
Don’t speak to wulfenite cautions wavelite.
‘xtra dazzling, ‘xtra special gemstones delight
Yeoperite says come meet yowah nut
Zeba jasper and zircon run right into the hut
These are not all the gemstones, but they are a few.
I would like to see a bit of each of them, now wouldn’t you?
HEALING RUNES
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Of all the stones that are stately mesmerizing
None can heal like my combined, energized hues
How through my iridescent rock I work wonders abating
Stress and strife clear muddy clouds of hardened blues,
Take my carnelian streaks, they are life’s reverberations…
Opening a shut and confused heart,
Nestle me on your lower spine, I’ll balance bodily vibrations
While making all your dark moods depart.
And since your heavy load weighs while walking
Through tranquil oaks; I have seen your view,
My moss agate upon your chest will come rolling
Upon your verdant slope, fresh forest calm rises true…
Like a rune that balances your chakras realigning
Please know this scared chunk can cleanse the scene;
Here are my jasper ringlets, no other gem can be pacifying…
Small or ridged, this is the power of my pink, yellow, green
Through ancient rites, my jewel is rarest, glistening
An ageless touchstone made also from malachite,
A leafy inner vein that restores deep spiritual calming
This shape rustling on snowflakes and splendor of sunlight…
That now, I gaze into ponds of your eyes bent while kneeling
My sphere of aura circles around bases of energy ‘s sheen
And know , no other gem or stone can help with healing…
Then take me in peace, your soul’s clear- quartz crystal beam.
© 2011 reserved
*Chakras: the major centers of spiritual power in the human body
and are circles of energy which balance the vortex of life
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For: Catie Lindsey
GEMS
Written: January 19, 2024
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Love swells as a glossy plum
Love is a heavenly amethyst duet
Lambent love, a luscious lake of lulls,
Love is the genesis
of all creation sequined,
fulcrum fern,
of our symbiotic existence
Love is an alchemy
of cosmic serenades,
a strange spin sway
as a heart craves blood
even falling from a cliff
or drowning in a precipice
with love is delicious
It's vibrant-hued, bashful,
nurturing, as passion fruit
It's addiction—intoxication
uproots and shakes our roots,
It burns akin to embers
and molds you into a poet
you gladly and willingly bow
to its magical might.
Flames are blazing;
let the incense flow!
after resins hiss and vanishes
we cling to clouds,
where vapors fall and merge
whilst intense wish
and lovely yearning mingle
to light up the candles!
let slopes shine!
as hallowed naves, smells linger,
silently, we divine hand in hand
many melodies combine waves
there is no soft breath!
in choruses such as this
pure down ruins harmonies,
curls created by art and deceit
cast extra seeds into a brazier
amidst the silver flood,
senses may be able to discern
lovely, clever, drained woman.
Tent sky sapphire satin tracks
with gold moon and star icons
and set on an edge socket
topaz and malachite jars
nickel ball on a triple string
light dims our vibrant traits,
not to forget myrtle sprays!
drought will bestow prophecy
we listen on plaited hair mats.
before hospodar—known gestures,
I'm starting to grasp magic
of my early days as king.
1st place contest winner
In the frozen air and frost gripping the malachite meadow
within the mystique mask of the arctic dawn,
defoliated lone tree wrapped by dismal melancholy,
stands static as shadowless sentinel of dormant dreams.
From the melted chilling clasp of the glacial desire I rise,
the heartening rhythm of the serenading heart I hear,
the music of love resonates with the symphony of ardor.
I glide in its cadence, soaring in the beguiling bowl of blue.
In the lonesome bouquet laced with the reverie of love
lies embedded the frozen fragrance of remote reminiscence,
enticing the defrosted solitary soul to reflect sunshine someday,
hold the faded lattice of mesmeric memory in warm embrace.
Granite, shale, beryl, or sodalite?
Reddish brown or black with white streaks?
One swell swoop or gradually gaining bulk?
Moonstone maybe, from the rainbow goddesses.
Topaz, opal, and malachite would have been racing to the gate.
Showing their colors in a brilliance not of diamond mode,
but ever lovely and ready to take the helm.
Angels on high laughing at the contest of decision. Casting their votes.
Sapphire, sandstone, and limestone showing their best sides.
Assuring all they would be as forgiving and helpful as possible if selected.
The first stone, large as a mammoth or tiny as a grain pebble?
Could it reform, shapeshift, or rejuvenate? Regenerate?
In my idyll thoughts you’re my dream sky,
spreading the lasting lure of indelible indigo,
where on the whispering wings of the swan cloud
my ardent bird flies fascinated with mind’s motif.
On the convivial canvas of my halcyon heart,
with your longing hues I paint love landscape.
The pearls of dew in my malachite meadow
shine with the glint of your eyes, I envision.
In the rose garden blooming my pristine essence,
you’re an enthralling butterfly of charm, I imagine,
flittering in the splendorous zephyr of spring,
that ripples within me with rhythmic rapture.
In the mesmeric firmament of my fervent feeling,
you’re the astral radiance of galactic passion, I deem,
with the flaming flash of a shooting star from there,
you blaze the timeless trail of desire in my heart.
The enticement morphs into your flickering face,
dances in my vision as I see your enthralling smile
glow in the argentine beam of the mesmeric moon,
fixed at the fringe of my heart, so lively, not so far.
Across the still sea at the edge of my serene soul,
you’re the enticing horizon of love I cheerfully configure,
where I wish to fly as the beguiled bird of yearning,
for in my idyll thoughts you’re my dream sky.
In bejeweled jade landscape
the topaz terrain rolls
as wondrous waves,
undulates with
sculpted panorama
of captivating cadence,
entrenches in earthen frame
the sprawling shape
of a placid lake,
sublimely sparkling,
the shining sapphire face
looking up entranced
toward the cerulean sky,
spread serene on
boundless blankness.
The southern zephyr
whispers enticing melody
to the rhapsodic ripples,
rolling aquatic rhythm,
intensely passionate,
stretching in seraphic span
of self-centric array,
sliding on slithering shadows
of the dancing trees,
lining the contorted contours
of the splashing shore,
emerald adorned.
Malachite lotus leaves
float flamboyant
with pulsating fervor,
the ruby flush
of full bloom
makes the collage
of fiery fresco
with fanning feathers
of flaming flamingos,
their ballerina legs wading
the lazuline waters
in avian grace,
supple napes swiveling
in charismatic concerto
of aquatic ballet,
rapturous recital
performed unruffled
in hypnotic gleam
of the setting sun,
chromatic spectrum
composes the sonata
for lacustrine opera.