Necklace Poems

The Precious Jewels

By Poet "Great memories are the best kind to have but some memories bring a waterfall of tears." 

all little girls like to play dress up
mom had great hats, bags and pearls
her pretty white pearl necklace was long
    around my neck
    hitting my knees
her floppy hats were very colorful
the

Necklace of Pearls

Yaldabaoth's throat was bound ~ by a necklace of pearls secured by Christ's gold


(Inspired by the final line of the Song for Saint Ursula, by Hildegard of Bingen).

Celestial diamond

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a minimalist necklace

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Pride

Do not wear pride like a necklace
For God detests pride and arrogance 

Pride does not go unpunished 
Pride leads to disgrace 

Humility is rewarded with wisdom 
While pride begets destruction

Cause it  takes credit for God’s accomplishments
And covets God’s glory 


Pride demeans others
It arrogates sense of Almightiness
To a mere mortal 

Pride stifles growth of other

NA Necklace

I really must stress,
I'm not ashamed of my N/A necklace.
We all place in some contests,
lose some too despite our best.
The literary world has rejection,
but we must pause for reflection.
A poem one judge may not choose,
another may select so don't feel the blues.

Our poetry tells its own story,
be it an elegy, haiku, sonnet, or humorous-
Penning it

Pearl or Jade Necklace

Quote:"All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster's autobiography".
Federico Fellini

The Taos Indian crafted jewel,  
A necklace strung with jade and some other gems. 
Looked so pretty to me, I bought it on the spot, 
Presented it to my wife, which she never wore in her life. 

Once I asked her, why don’t you

LUMINOUS a potd

Luminous
lights appear
in my long dreams,
as my soul, so it seems, holds high
a periscope
for my heart and mind to see
every surrounding scene

beyond the heavy, seamed quilt of history
laid over my long sleep,
my long night — as deeply
black as the pupils of my eyes
mirroring a moonless, starless mid-night;

yet my soul floats
within this ever-amassing eternity — 
wherein gleams

Jet

victorian jet
long string of well-crafted beads
treasured memento

sepia image
with grandmother wearing beads
past elegance viewed

my own photograph
wearing the same string of jet
family heirloom

Garnet

This garnet chain you gave me
Is proof of your love
And in this, your face I see
Smiling from above

I keep this chain near my heart
Wear it every day
Me and your love never part
In my soul, you stay

This garnet chain you gave me
Shining in red hue
A bond as strong as can be
Joining me to you

Cowry Necklace

Scattered on the sandy sea shore,
She was thinking of the play of fate,
She could have become a large sea conch,
But the impatient waves left her alone on the shore.

Now she waits to meet her lover in sand,
With the longing of love, in the exuberance of beating waves,
If the waves could stay still on sand for

Tu La Connaitras

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

Her Lovely Necklace - a Didactic Cinquain

HER LOVELY Necklace - A Didactic Cinquain

Necklace
Emerald, stringed
Clasping, Collaring, existing
Ever so emerald
Choker


2/11/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2023

A Smuggler Speaks

Enough of a struggle,
When we banned goods smuggle
To against riches snuggle
And soon sound The Bugle

Enough of struggle:
Lots of body wriggle
For Danes’ Illicit Gin
That would lots of lips win:
South Africa Necklace
In Gold dressed like a lace…

In my mind a rifle
But its mention stifle:
Brushes with The Customs
Seizing people’s bottoms;
Curses of their custom
Of sparing not An Atom...

Ahead kicking

The Mystery of the Necklace

Sitting on the beach,
As dusk falls upon the end of shore,
I look at the lighthouse,
As I see a faint figure,
Looking beyond the sea.
She holds her chest,
As if she is holding a necklace.
She waits for her love who is at sea.
I believe that she looks so lost and,
Lonely then she disappears,
Without a single breathe.
A ghost.
A story.
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