Long Tanzanite Poems
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Don't tell a soul!
There's a special star in the sky!
The future home for my love and I.
The outside is tanzanite, sapphire
and lapis lazuli.
Its door is blue chalcedonyn with a
cosmic handle of white moonstone.
Who loves moonstone?
Why I do, you silly!
You'll carry me in, wearing your
"Fustanella!"
The one I saw you dance in, that
created in my heart, an eternal love
thunderstorm.
And we will remain soul-alive, in our
eternal Romios Star..
Existing in our sparkling home,
Romios.
Indeed, the only luminous blue
and white star in the sky.
Oh, so glorious.
* Fustanella-part of a Greek
costume, that is worn by dancers
and Evzones, the Greek Presidential
Guard.
It's white and similar to a kilt
(I suggest research on this one.)
No simple explanation on this fascinating
topic.
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O’ ten decem being tenth month of the year, so endearing, Alas. A seasonal transferring removed from Romulus calendar, remembered now as a season of division. Marked by changes in weather, ecology and amount of daylight on earth. My flower December Narcissus encased in a vase slab of Turquoise, Zircon and Tanzanite-what does December symbolize?
final month of Julian and Gregorian Calendars December Is the twelfth and the seventh and last of seven months that has lengths of 31 days in cold praise...
~
O’ ten decem twelve
Solace month of winter’s breath
plants to be dormant
12/16/19
For December or January Haibun Contest Poetry Contest
Haibun poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Tanzanite in my crown glittering bright
Jadeite cool touches my breast at a ball
Grandidierite graces a ring at night
But just one lost my soul will bring a squall
Red Beryl Emerald decorates ring
A lovely jewel so rare formed of magma
Love puts a person's spirit in high esteem
A soft blanket warm worn like manta
Black Opal's varied colors bring delight
Dancing necklace against a little dress
Jeremejevite clear to pale blue sight
Dazzles searching eyes with lustful distress
Let love be the rarest most valuable
A rare gem to adorn a crown affable
Contest: A Gem For Your Verse
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
Written: October 25, 2016
Brethren I write to you
I Understand I wronged you
And did not believe in you
I gave the enemy my ear
Forgetting what was our nia
A wish that our ancestors shedded blood for
Disunity easily scattered it
My heart is bleeding not knowing when it will end
My eyes are flooding with tears
My arms are trembling with fear
When I realize I pointed a gun at my brothers
A wise man once said I’m not free
Until my neighbors land is liberated
Let’s join our hearts and hands to build a bridge
That will bring everyone to the light and liberty
The hands that will flee the enemy,
The enemy that have occupied our territories
They made us starve while we have food in the farms
Tanzanite in the mines and oil in the field
Not only oil and fish in lakes and ocean.
O, Blue! Blazing like precious sapphire or Tanzanite pure,
Or the blueness baking and basking the seas and allure;
Like divine rays spreading within cells and leading to depths,
Rendering calmness and serenity as though pure breaths!
Like treasures within the earth, healing is hidden in you;
As tempests or storms, or cyclones, power is pouring too!
Just like tranquilizers, you calm our brain and nerves and veins;
The healing power in you releases our psychic pains!
You're signs of decorum, devotion, and dedication,
And symbolize understanding and determination;
When digging out the deepest roots of human histories,
Therapists find you a revealer of true mysteries!
The Indian truths find you pervading the Visudha,
Like a chain linking the neck, hands and arms, and throat chakra;
Welling up into peace of mind and positive feelings,
And paving within intense insights and sincere dealings!
It's hence, O Blue I admire you! As a color relaxing!
Mending human hearts and minds and keeping them from taxing!
As the color shining, yet, cool and calm in the rainbows;
Mingling the elements and rhythm of the cosmos!
06 November 2021
BLUE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
I still recall the earrings that you wore ...
White gold, a gift from me on Christmas Eve,
The Tanzanite and Diamonds you adore -
To match the jaded heart upon my sleeve.
How I remember all those little things ...
The small specifics of the time and place,
Upon the nightstand, your once precious rings,
A symbol of the pledge you did disgrace.
Oh, I was just as much to blame as you,
Tall tales that with a kiss you could betray,
But never did I push the knife clean thru,
And bring another to our bed that way.
But here's the thing that made the act so cruel -
You knew 'twas HIM I'd hate ... the OTHER fool!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Fool Me Once" Poetry Contest, Brenda Chiri, Judge & Sponsor.
The Fairy Frog Princess
Hides deep in the forest.
Waiting in loving serenity, eternally
for her Frog King.
She's unlike all frogs,you have yet to
behold.
Her gorgeous body totally the deepest
aquamarine, nettled in gold.
Beware of her eyes, they enrapture
you completely.
The soft eyes flash hues off of jade,
turquoise, tanzanite and gold.
Known to cast a spell on any~they
behold.
Upon her colorful head sits her crown.
In the shape of a heart, deep sapphire so
magnificent.
And unlike other mundane frogs has her own sensual frog-scent.
A mystical mix of gardenia and jasmine,
SHhh !
The Fairy Frog Princess has closed her
eyes in deep tranquility.
Make haste now, as we depart her in her
honored nobility.
5/6/2019
3pm PST
when the sky breathes poetry
through sepia-streaked silence,
and the earth reclines, listening
to the music of weeping wisterias~
blowing in the pulse of bleeding paradise,
I swallow sizzling stars
within cloaked scars,
comfortably blanketed
in self-woven wounds.
while you, the prisoner of my past,
keep revisiting empty journals,
lacking crystalline colors of comfort.
as crimson are the lines
across pages of pain,
and rhymes left unwritten~
stretching through margins of misery,
like flowers blooming amidst rain,
like fireflies flickering neon dreams,
oblivious to the darkness
that tastes like delicate storms,
gusting with glistening grief,
undressing dusks shivering
in blazing frost…
O tulip trinkets,
echoing ballads of brokenness~
I ache to surf through crooning chaos
in serene seclusion,
away from the fickle wind and
unseen waves, tortured by
twisted tunes of twilight.
I’ve long been the voice of love,
unsaid, intoxicated on life’s
whimsical woes~
a ghost of a wilted rose,
robed in restless redolence,
befriending demons within,
as shadows too
abandoned the healing
chambers of angst,
reluctant to sway
to chamomile chimes
of euphoric gardens
where roots of ruins
are watered with tanzanite tears…
perhaps the moon
was never mine to keep.
and in this distant affair,
I sing sparks of sorrow
to the soul of salt-kissed sapphires,
wishing the world could comprehend~
how peace is neither a lily nor a bird,
but a weathered tree
stuck in the forsaken
sands of felicity,
an eloquent ambience
where I thrive
in bittersweet solitude…
remember me ~
when clouds veil saffron
of the sanguine sun
and the zephyr forgets my name,
I remain the mistress, dressed in
distressed diamonds,
not a seeker of superficial lies
glazed in greed and gold,
I trace trembling chakras of torrents
with ink and sighs,
exhaling lunar-dust,
like a maestro of yearning,
perfectly flawed and unrefined,
still healing ~
tied to the faded lips
of an
enlightened constellation…
* I fear that the time is long past when we can put appropriate controls on the boundaries of AI … so, just how far will it take us? Or the better question may be, just how far will it allow US to go? *
~
she …
stood on tiptoe ...
her hair knot, now unpinned, softly burst -
tawny, gold-streaked tresses
tumbling down her shapely form and
coming to sassy rest upon her
rounded backside …
on the cool of his hand 'bout her waist,
his deft index and middle fingers
twirled her tanzanite and rhenium hair pin,
pinky finger tugging suggestively
at her patent leather belt,
while his other hand attended to
the buttons of her blouse,
its soft cashmere sliding off her
softer shoulders
(like azure slides off a pink sky at dusk) …
she stretched her neck to reach up,
her supple chili pepper lips
pressing against cool steel and biofibre,
eyes once again searching for
the spark in his -
perfectly-shaped, bright baby blue irises
shuttering with robotic precision -
the coal black pupils reflecting positronic
energy deep in their unnatural recesses …
she loved “him” dearly ... in her way -
had compromised a great deal
just to get here -
this place of caring-yet-cautiously-cold cooperation,
miraculous metal and the fairest flesh
bared and bound to each other …
they were, by all standards,
happy and passionate and vital,
yet it was just that - a spark in his eyes -
that she longed for most
that she dreamed of and ever questioned
that she dreaded, deep-down
she might never …
see.
Lovely, rich dark purple lilacs bloom in early spring
Fragrant spring air decorated by vibrant purple gems
Bright yellow striped tulips emerge on Kelly green stems
Magenta petunias attract a hummingbird’s fluttery wings
Peony’s vibrant hot pink flowers opened saucer wide
Hydrangea bunches magnificently displayed in tanzanite blue
Lupines and wildflowers decorate the country side in bright hues
Summer rugosa roses climb along on beaches near ocean tides
Chrysanthemums in yellows, reds and oranges, festive fall flowers are here
Fields of sunflowers stand magnificently tall as birds feed from their seeds
Red and white poinsettias in decorative pots adorned with ribbons and beads
Beautiful amaryllis blooms displayed on window sills brings warm winter cheer
10/25/19
Writing Challenge, October, 2019 - Flower or Flowers -
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
(Edited 10/26/19)