"J" With Four Options 7-30-25
Family and friends are God given the treasures to our hearts – the precious jewels that adorn our lives. Quote by poet.
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The Precious Jewels
Companions on my journey precious jewels
Each a treasure in my heart
When I grow weary their ruby strength
Leads me rest in lush valleys
Where peridot sparkle
Chases the ebony of night
Into topaz silence
Like faithful dragonflies
With soothing balms in amethyst visions
Like emerald leaves of my youth
They whisper of turquoise skies W
When days had no wrinkles
Dispelling tears of cloudy occlusions
With diamond purity of carved onyx
Remembering each one engraved in the facets
As I gather precious pearls of our memories
From morning moonstones and garnet twilights
Into a diadem
Of good and faithful friends and family
Gifts from a king without a birthday
When the aromatic garden of celestial spheres, splatters acrylic herbs,
I listen to soft serenades of sakura raindrops,
floating along singing sapphires, longing to reach the unseen colors, veiling cherry-blossom skies.
I ponder, if I could catch drizzling silhouettes of dancing diamonds,
would I then find petrichor tales of forsaken twilight?
Perhaps, in their liquified state, metaphors do flow,
as I am the aesthetic aura of the champagne sun before raspberry rain,
chasing butterflies and kaleidoscopic moonstones,
rising from the pit of poisoned puddles,
where petals of pretense play h i d e and s e e k, luring me into a delicate destruction.
Now I swim amidst surging sorrows, finding jade stars~ hidden between tarnished turquoise, allowing trickling jewels of the azure lagoon, to anchor my sunken spirit to an island of unfaltering faith.
There, I’ll see beyond blurred blues, the caramelized eyes of a poetic knight, writing sensual sestinas to soothe my sleepless seas, rippling with rhinestone regrets upon rain-soaked shores.
Written: May 07, 2024
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he peppered peony
petals, poems ...
past my path
scattered starlight, songs,
moonstones …
spaning my spine
friendship fell
in felicity.
hush the bee hum in
my hooters were hazel
Begonias bloom
bound
silent songs
strum my sternum
funneled fairly
fetching forward!
fettered
gramophone of love
Sink your poisoned dragonfly wings in my chiffon atoms of smothered skin,
As I lay supine, along dusk's apathetic horizons, husky and hoaxed,
For, I'm a kin of blood-moon, gnawing at ivory moonstones and ocean's fins,
As a broken carmine harp, that blooms kohl-orchids from chartreuse stems, smoked,
If my fangs pierce through sun-sequined dawns, am I not grim reaper's broken ballerina?
As a wistful wildflower, I float in harbours of helium, weeping acidic dews,
Inhaling watercolor volcano's lifeless heartbeats, akin a frosted firebird,
Carving legends of medusa, on lilith's marble-canvas and mahogany adieus,
Rising as a seascape-myth on glossy shorelines, ebbing in onyx spirals, savoured,
If pine leaves strangle the trinkets of my throat, am I not a broken snowflake's last breath?
"I'm an orphan of poised Mars, swirling in solstitial meadows,
Of shipwrecked sonatas, saturating in igloo-hues of coiled shadows..."
Dewdrops
Breath of dawn washes the new day
With crystal beads of grace
Bits of Heaven’s delight at play,
Angel’s raindrops cross the gray,
Cosmic crystals worn like fine lace
Bless the secret birthplace.
Heaven’s manna of pure delight,
Perfect orbs hang from stems,
Captive rainbows reflect pure light
Eternity’s eye exiles blight
Crowns the roses with diadems
Grace sparks life through clear gems.
Drops of dew, like fallen stardust,
Make green blades of grass gleam
Shaking off sorrow's droplets dust
Moonstones sparkle never feel rust
Before they sleep beneath sunbeams
Dewdrops wake from their dreams.
6-28-22
Contest: Dewdrops
Sponsor: Angel L. Villanueva
Rhymes checked with www.rhymezone
Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables
Open now your mindful murmured undertones,
Your whispered washing watery whisking words,
Your sensitive sensory sensual sentient moonstones,
Your rippling roving river rapid songbirds.
Open now your stargaze spectral drifting dreams,
Your view of the darkest soundless vacuum space,
Your fleeting teleport outside of space-time streams,
Your clearest atoms, the first angels with no trace.
Open now your earliest breaths from the start,
Your trajectory then across the heaven’s girth,
Your recorded path shapes and sizes your heart,
Your sublunary gushing leaves behind your dearth.
You’re unsure what lurks beyond this flash of seeing.
Karmic lessons might await you for your next being.
Lovely lithe lapis elf figured we would languish in our lightness
Because he beautified us in a bevy of brilliant brightness
The blue of his lapis laid lively on his little elfish chest
I liked it a tiny bit, but I think moonstones are the best.
The moonstone magic of the moment showed an upbeat taste.
We wallowed in a wandering way, at Willy Wonka’s, no great waste.
Creative and courageous, the Christmas elf could carry a crazy tune.
Showing his sassy self he sensibly howled at the December moon.
Moonstones pranced and paraded, showing the way to the toy shop.
The reindeer begged them to slow down, or at least to pretend to stop.
Lovely lithe lapis elf brought his blue stone to the middle of the town.
Magic changes Christmas colors, let's turn this place upside down.
Space
No beginning - no end
No sunrise - no sunsets
No edges to curl back or peek behind
Light living in darkness
Tumultuous fire –cinders of ice
Thunder and silence
Volatile and stoic
Unfathomable depths – reachable stars
Empty – star-spangled
Orbits - oblivion
Planets - astral plains
Stellar nebulas – streaking comets
Constellations – red dwarfs
Airless - atmospheres
Seen - eclipsed
Nature’s laws enforced – black hole rebellions
Blue marble of life - stillborn moonstones
Corruptible – not unchanging
Mysteries – mystical
Calendar of time - journal of the eternal
No beginning and no end
1-12-2021
Contest: Musings on Space
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
We have sunflowers and sunspots.
Both brilliant, yellow, and dazzling.
You can sniff one, but not the other.
Both delicate, and powerful.
Moonstones with rainbow power
can be iridescent and comforting.
Moon landings, not so easy.
Mooning – not as appealing.
Word play can be delightful.
Thinking on paper.
Ideas popping out, escaping into yellow sunflowers.
Or mooning your audience, taking you to another world.
Your ideas might simply find themselves
turning into a nice crisp clean cool harvest moon
or a sizzling hot sunspot, blurring your reader’s eyes.
Never know where words will take you, until they do.
I feel sorry for the non-readers, who are missing
Tens of thousands of words, seeing squiggles and dots.
Not recognizing words at all – not conjuring sunflowers or
Moonstones. Glad we have photography and nature for them.
Rocks appease me like nothing else can. Best of all, they are cheap, all over the place and the best price.
A born die-hard rock enthusiast, I love hard ones, smooth ones, speckled ones, and crumbly ones.
I enjoy their look, their touch, and sometimes the sounds they make when I hold them to my ear.
Discern feldspar from granite? Sure, but it is usually in it. Bloodstone from amber? Of course I can.
If I keep the beryl long enough, I’ll have a big hunk of emerald, but we are talking dynasties.
Give me something harder please, a new challenge, a stone I have never seen before.
Labs are creating new ones all the time? Oh, goody.
I graduated from rocks to gemstones; it was a natural progression.
Chrysoprase, opals, rubies, and moonstones are my personal favorites.
Occasionally an emerald or topaz calls to my heart, and I add it to my collection.
Unfortunately, my tastes are a little more expensive now, but I still bring home the free ones.
Time
couldn't contain you,
my ocean!
Not a wrinkle on your sapphire body,
shimmering in the moonlight
encased in your flamboyant phosphorescence...
like on the edge of a dream
you carried us down home,
to our south pacific friends,
past life recollection of yesterdays
where time is a fruitless endeavor
and their white teeth gleam like moonstones,
brown faces a mirage of southern hemisphere smiles.
Just a ghost of a moment in a timeless set of motions,
that eternal nightcap of ecstatic
pilgrims,
til the curfew tolled
and the ocean companion,
waited
with patience through its silken facelift
and took us back
to America
He was a spaceman not a man
He came from the sky one night
The day is remembered in history
It was like the arrival of an Arabian king
Or when Cleopatra arrived to meet Caesar
The word of the arrival tickled the ear
Of all that were near and far
They were all surprised by his unexpected turn
Surprised that the celestial forces moved
Even the mountains where in awe of his procession
Even more stunned by the form he bore
Not the spaceman that we have seen
Sculpted on stones and constellations.
He was a spaceman not a man
He came from the sky to
Show us things never imagined
Moonstones and star dust we never
Knew that we could touch
Kings and queens wanted his concert
Far and wide he was well known
Many did love him, some feared him too
Never such a man was seen on earth
Who had the mystery of the above in his eye
And the enchantment of millenniums in his hands
Returned back to space when time was ripe
His mission complete and work done.
A Moon Tale
by Shirley Rebstock
As the moon rose high in the sky, a beautiful moonbow* splashed moonbeams through the new growth of moonflowers. Sitting at the edge of the pond, the moonfaced mooncalf* stared into the rippling water as the moonfish darted quickly here and there. The moonraker* was supposed to be moonlighting, selling moonstones, but he appeared moonstruck. Most likely, he sipped too much moonshine.
*mooncalf - a foolish person
*moonraker - a simpleton
*moonbow - rainbow formed by moonlight
Bibliography: all moon words attributed to page 866 of THE RANDOM HOUSE COLLEGE DICTIONARY Revised Edition 1983
storm in the air and loud thunder
but as I recall
it was a sunny day
puffy clouds that spelled your future
but not mine, not ours
gates locked because the truth was a fire hazard
I said I would help
I said my pleasure
I said I was happy for you
feelings are only for the weak they said
you don’t look up enough when you’re driving
you laugh too much at the radio
and because you can’t sing
I don’t think you noticed
the sign on route 24 read ‘merge’
I wasn’t really smiling
of course I didn’t want that
that stinging feeling
bumblebees on honey suckles
it’s just that sometimes
you help another to get another
cunning foxes and Aesop told me so
I was well written
but an unused book
always claiming to myself I would be read tomorrow
now I sit in the passenger seat
my thoughts in murky moonstones
listening to your lovely terrible singing
I think you learned how to turn left in order
to make a right turn
Her eyes are like moonstones that glow with a faint light
Her warmth envelopes me with a feeling that's so nice
She trust me with her feelings and i trust her with mine
Ignoring the haters as our hands entwine
Chills spread through me with her every touch
Her eyes look at mine as they fill up with lust
We laugh as we walk in the moonlight
When she is next to me everything feels so right
My mind empties with each and every kiss
Eyes mirror mine, she's drowning in bliss
She's my angel sent to me from above
Together forever enveloped in love
All of a sudden everything goes black
I open my eyes and realize where I'm at
Sadly i get up and gather my school things
The love that i felt was only a dream
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