A grain troubles night
horizon opens—
mother-of-pearl sky
sparks luster layers
of opalescence
threading dawn to day.
Its trademark shows what, it once used to sell,
Now it extracts, liquid gold from a well.
Starting with gifts for a girl,
Adorned with mother-of-pearl.
That gave the oil magnates, the name of Shell.
Sponsor. Sara Kendrick.
12/ 20/ 2020.
You may not know my name
But we are friends just the same
You have watched over me
While in my sleep
You have watched over me
While in thought so deep
You've been with me from
The day I was born
You will be with me 'til
The day I die...
The Ocean sings your song
As the Mountains relive an
Ancient dream in your shadow
Under the night sky
Well you have been a companion
Of mine through many lifetimes
And I feel you like Heaven's
Grace, in a sweet embrace
Oh kindred spirit now there is
A sense of thine higher self
Past, present and future come
Together God forbid you
Should disappear forever
Well you have been a friend
Of mine ever loving and kind
From the day I was born 'til
The day I die in which every case
I can feel you just like Heaven's
Grace, you wrap me up in your
Loving arms and I have never felt
So safe but it was my birth's sake
In the sign of 69, off spring of mother
Pearl and the three star crossroads
She is the essence of thine mind, body and
Soul, all around the world and my little
Corner of the world, MOTHER, MOTHER
OF PEARL!
Oh, oyster your tight shell beckons
in a mystery of your oval pristine walls
wherein you caress nacre gel over node
liquid spreading
so slowly from nature's painting palette
becoming a delicate dot so fiercely
held between rippled ribbons of moss
colored flesh gripping the yet revealed
Oh lovely Pearl
Will it be green or palest pink?
Perhaps a silver or black one?
White a favorite only followed by
creamy gold that seems to shout to
the world "I am nature's best"
Oh lustrous oyster your gift to
mankind so simple and round
the embellishment of crowns
Oh lovely Pearl
To release you from shell will
end the life cycle of Mother Oyster whose
wave rocking cradle will stop...
Years creating
gone in an instant
You will be the legacy of time
with breathtaking beauty, a treasure
to behold from beneath the sea
a new world awaits you
Oh lovely Pearl
The mother of pearl,i think will portray
the inside and depths, to my outlay
from my loving nature, and i do care
the pearl gives off all that`s there.
It`s sublime inner beauty,does shine through
sparkling colours,silver,gold through to blue
also a calming effect from this rare gem
reflecting what i have, a loving lifestyle, once again.
Hiding inconspicuously in its` shell, `til it is found
a lovely lady owner,then love is bound
to esculate as true, as the beauty it provides
from all the seas, to the oceans wide.
.
Sponsor Catie Lindsey
Contest Name Stoned contest
A Summer's sun greets
A gloss resebles rainbow--
Mother-of-pearl basks.
Mother of Pearl
From the depths of death
Beauty of the soul
Pearl
Circle
Of white love
Chosen for you
Gift
She’s like the sun that shines each day
She’s the one who’s advice I obey
She’s the only one who will try to understand
The one who’s love is irreplaceable and grand
Just like the earth that bears us with pride
She’s the only one who will stay by my side
The one who’s arms embrace so tight
She’s the one who’s make things right
The one who copes with the hardest years
The one who’s there to wipe away the tears
Even though we’re different from one another
She’s my defender my lovely mother.
She wasn't really black no more
she'd washed away out on the shore
she seemed to be reflected gray,
a pearly hue ,
sunlight at play,
like shale or stones
up from the creek
the special smooth ones
that you seek
to rub your fingers
quiet upon
after day is done
and gone
Silent was she,
yes she was,
a purpose there
without a cause,
I wish I'd called her
by a name
all I know is that she came,
and went again
out with the tide,
I wish I knew
the way
she
died.
Protect until I pry.
Tighly closed with the waves of life rushing moving,
warm drifting current,
pulling me, pushing you.
Soft center, pillows of juiced layers of life.
Pearl in the middle. In the beggining that,s what is was.
Sensation running though you,though me.
A spot as small as the tip of my finger, my tongue
Mother of Pearl.
life will be made, and will grow in the shell.
That's why I know in the beggining it was
the Mother of Pearl
then there was love.
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