Short Jewelers Poems
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I think often of that day,
One of many in the passing years.
A way back to it cannot be found,
So the skeptical say,
But poets know time is malleable,
Like gold in the jewelers hands.
Babies are droolers
Teachers are schoolers
Pitchers are foolers
Lawyers are duelers
Fishermen are spoolers
Faceters are jewelers
Needlers are crewelers
Kids are stoolers
Men are toolers
Women are rulers
Remember you were told
To always remain bold
While walking the Path of Gold;
To not let self be down rolled
But the Yellowish Thing hold…
Gold mere blacksmiths would remold
And by simple jewelers controlled.
So, never before Gold
Accept that you’re old
Nor shiver like The Cold
Nor like Autumnal Leaves fold
A just alerted cuckold!
To have a boat poled
To a good length
From no glittering Gold
Comes the strength.
When I was still in the company's
rank and file,
my 'rolex perpetual' made people
smirk and smile.
They said I was a victim in a
swindler's deal,
but jewelers' swore my late gramp's
wristwatch was real.
Sold it for a fortune, now I've
become the boss.
For fun, I wear a rolex fake,
but I'm at a loss.
Why, those who taunted me they now
admiringly watch
this cheap thing on my wrist like
it's a fabulous catch!
.
When I was still in the company's rank and file,
my 'rolex pearl perpetual' made some people smile.
They said I was duped and cooked in a swindler's deal,
but jewelers' swore my late grandpa's watch was real.
They bought it for quite a fortune, I'm now the boss.
For fun, I wear a rolex fake, but I'm at a loss.
Why, those who used to smirk at me enviously watch
this cheap thing on my wrist like it's a fabulous catch !
I love the way you lay hands on me.
Soft, gentle, careful kind but not like
I'm breakable no, more like I'm valuable.
I feel something like a precious stone in
your soft jewelers palms.
I cherish the heat that rises from
your body
That 98.6 degrees of you, the sound
of your heart is my homing signal.
That steady strong thrumming keeps more than you alive.
I love you like a shape shifter,
Id transform for you.
I'd become anything so you could carry me with you always.