Short Malachite Poems

Mother 
Earth’s love birthed
The Azurite
Lapis, Malachite and
Pyrite.

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malachite gentles my willing heart
helps me breathe in natural greens
with her twirling beauty, she enlightens me
a gorgeous gift from our mother earth...

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Should malachite bemoan
The diamond's luster
When the diamond could
Envy malachite's color?
Does the pearl cite
A greater metamorphosis
Than that of hematite
Though both be lustrous?...

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I passed through the azurite; a soul on its molecular tour.
I swam lapis lakes and trekked the malachite mountains alone.
Energized by the pyrite sun’s rays, I was renewed.

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Color me azurite; Malachite isles upon Lapis blue seas.

I sail the waves, moved by Gaia’s tranquil, reverberating song.

On the horizon, dolphin arcs play; brother sun laughs.
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Malachite can light your life; 
its glowing threads, they will delight.

This gem of green, loves to be seen; 
it lends a certain zest; 
with precious gold, I am told, 
it truly shines its best.
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There was an old man who marched in Dublin,
danced to malachite past, wore shammocks lean.
            Guinness stout in clinking glass
            he drank whole night en masse.
Through the day he dreamed Celtic dreams umpteen.
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          d s in malachite woods
blue b ur  s ts  c l e a v e d rocks~   
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                             s   on gravel
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Malachite is the loveliest color
As is emerald, May’s birthstone
Chrysoprase makes my heart feel happy
There are so many verdant gems
They all reflect money, revitalization and new beginnings
When people wear them, I feel the vibrations in the room rise...

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The seeds of love I sow in my malachite meadow   
Enthralled, they sprout with the emerald shine bright
Design the cradle of saplings for the rose buds to glow
Nascent sunburst sky paints my dulcet dawn of delight          
Transfixes the dew diadem on jade grass in pearly show
Shaping my dreams where as an angel I see you alight
       
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Tranquility is
Amethyst skies
And
Lapis seas
Sprinkled 
With
Diamond dust.

Jade fields of
Topaz and malachite
Dancing
In the 
Suns rays.

Agate gardens
Filled with 
Swirling
Flower colors.

Amazonite grapes
Filled with
Liquid
Crystal juice.

Deserts of jaspers
And
Agates
Of all races.

4-8-2021
ALL YOURS (APR 9) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand...

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 Azurite, its colors bold; 
the image of Gaia’ from space.
With malachite and lapis both; 
a stone of such good taste.

The golden, pyrite veins; 
flow across its radiant breath.  
Azurite tells stories old, 
of Mother Earth, with zest.

Malachite lands, lapis oceans surround; 
such deep blue, rolling seas.  
Azurite has no motion; 
it’s a portrait of Earth, you see.

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In a world with billions,
Of colors bright and bold;
Color me azurite;
Malachite and lapis
Veined with golden pyrite;
Yes I am azurite.

I’m baked in the ground
Until I am found;
And I’m chipped away
From my mother’s womb;
Cut and set in gold.

Now color me
Expensive please;
These days I am
So very rare.

Over-mined,
Earth’s robbed blind;
So unfair.

Still a
Beauty;

I.
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Petrichor perfumes the air,
storm violence unleashed;
the force of raindrops on the ground,
the heat of lightning in the street
cleanse earth’s stagnant atmosphere
and primal fragrance is released.
The greens of spring are radiant,
polished malachite and peridot;
each tree dons a gemstone crown,
a reigning verdant king or queen,
country and urban potentates,
with flower followers at their feet.

Copyright March 6, 2022...

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I skip one stone across the pond,
an oblate onyx dotting i's
in footles of a vagabond
who tiptoes after tiger eyes.

Perhaps the ripples left behind
are teary runes of gray moonstone
by starry sapphires once declined
for poesies of chalcedone.

In unison do pines recite
around the swaying cellophane
with spruce in verses malachite
on tawny-needled counterpane.

Soon aloe waters recompose
an epilogue of silent prose.


11/5/17
Image #1...

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When the Boston Fern drops her last frons,
and the wind simmers down to a purr,
and the yellow jacket bites it’s last victim,
and the hound groans alone in the woods.

When leaves blanket malachite moss’, 
While the geese fly in militant form,
The babbling brook in its glory,  
Silvery slivers of ice passes on.

Candles reflect frosted windows,
Fire flames dance through the night
Dreams of a better tomorrow,
And with Faith, Love will always abide....

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