As I'm envisioning hundred and eight beads of garnet and pearl
Strung along a red braided string in hand of an Indian earl,
Colour pattern symbolizing country flag of his girl.
tiny pink pearls on a toddler girl's lacy socks
opalescent pearls on a ten-year-old’s sweater
her first string of pearls given to her by her daddy at age twelve
pearls on her wedding gown against shiny hopeful white satin
SEASHELLS AND PEARLS
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I wander,
barefoot,
the cool sand cradling my soles,
each step a soft conversation
with the earth,
the salty air,
a gentle caress.
I gather the whispers of the sea,
the glimmer of shells,
the soft glow of pearls,
and I carry them within me,
treasures, reminders that beauty lies
not just in the grand,
but in the quiet, delicate moments
shimmering in the stillness.
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 big red one almost covered my face
bringing out my pink rose blush tiny cheeks
I loved her big colorful bags
some with straps some with metal chains
playing for hours made me all grown up
at the time I did not know value
of this costume pretty white pearl necklace
a few dollars when new
years later I found them
new she only paid a few dollars
now all these years later I found them
where she left them sitting in an old box
the precious jewels I played with for hours
now with meaning more than if they were real pearls
A string of summer days strung like pearls of valor
it is hard to be sad when the sun appears like a coin
dazzling us inside a bright blue sky, like an orator
Decorative fragrant white flowers, lily of the valley
sweetly scented bell shaped beauties that grow
in the meadows, what fragrant Grace we tally !
Nothing gold can stay or so they say, but whos to say
if you string up one happy moment ...
those pearls of valor will surely take your breath away.
So many pearls before the swine
He didn’t know which to pick
So fell asleep and dreamed to fly
Straight up to some Alpean peak
There he took selfies, drank high tea
And then he flew back home
Down to the native piggery
Where one day he was born
His dream was suddenly cut short
No pearls around he saw
He yawned and in surprise he snored
Chewed pensively a straw
He thought “if I were not a swine
A butterfly I’d like to be
On multicoloured wings I’d fly
This time towards the sea.”
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).
A
Star
Shines
So bright,
Sparkling clean
In the dark night sky
It peeks out behind a carpet of dark clouds
Like a cosmic jewel, twinkling bright in the sun
With its particles sprinkled across the sky.
Like thousands of gleaming pupils,
That gleam like pearls on a necklace:
Celestial diamonds aglow like fireflies
Heaven's joy hope beacons
Sent from God, just
To us
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Massaging me with body oil,
I am now your woman to spoil.
My hair’s become ringlets.
With an arch in the jacuzzi,
I lay back let you taste me.
String pearls and cigarettes.
There is an absence of my voice,
save an inarticulate noise.
The sound of a branding.
Your adept hands apply pressure,
hit that line of pain and pleasure.
My heart’s understanding.
Where do you end and I begin?
My safe word is ‘Separation’.
Manicured nails cut glass.
Mirrors left completely shattered,
lips left soiled and tattered.
Pure lux in sassafras.
You wear sadness like pearls, carefully strung between sighs,
in a silent elegance that surrounds your neck,
as if pain were something to be worn with pride.
They marvel at your resilience, viewing it as a spectacle,
yet they never question why suffering
must be your personal signature.
They whisper about your grace, admiring your courage,
but isn't grace just another name for endurance?
My dear, you were not meant to be a showcase of survival,
a fragile glass figurine polished by the pain of time.
Take off the pearls, let them scatter across the cold floor,
for your beauty should not be built from suffering,
but from smiles and memories that embrace your soul.
Pardon me, sir
But your fly is unzipped
Deeply offended
The ‘sir’ offered
To sock me in the lip
I responded in kind
We swung at the same time
Bottom line ~
Our teeth now
Like ‘pearls dipped in swine’
“Lost love returns on waves of memory
in the sea of melancholy” – Quote by Poet
My gloomy sky showers sonorous rain with melody of tears,
the drenched debris of my shattered heart ruefully hears.
The rainbow colors paint your portrait in transient twilight,
the clumps of gilded cloud frame it on their fervent flight.
As its shimmering shadow floats in the sea of my emotion,
in the squall of passion my longing waves dance in elation.
Before your image sinks into dismal depth of my morose core,
the waves bring it back, adorned with pearls, to my mind’s shore.
"To make pearls out of grit
is to make sorrow and hardship a thing of beauty"
Strong, resilient, iridescent
Trapped in folds, they are translucent
Culture cultivate grafted right
Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light
Mollusk secretes nacre layers
Wild pearls fetch prompt giga payers
Placed right they are prettiest sight
Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light
Implant good in delicate soul
Ego, pride, hate, lust can play foul
Turn to true source to be moonlight
Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light
Kindness, faith and love are virtues
Rare, admirable true values
They attract source and return bright
Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light
Written by Tiffanie Kaiyen
Deep in the brine, where shadows play,
Lies a treasure rare, by night and day.
Moonlight touches in a silver gleam,
Wrapped in whispers of a sailor’s dream.
Born in the depths, yet graced by light,
It holds the tale of the endless night.
A fragile gem from waters wide,
In silence rests where the lost abide.
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