Short Tanzanite Poems
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It is rare
It is beautiful
It is unique.
Shades of blue, purple and bronze
appear from all angles,
as you look at it.
My Love,
you are my Tanzanite;
your character is rare,
you are beautiful,
and a special woman.
I see your charm, grace and charisma,
whenever I look at you.....
Favorite Color: Violet-Blue
Oh would they had not gazed that night
That moonless night of long ago,
As purple streaks of tanzanite
Emitted their pernicious glow.
Like moths attracted to a flame
The mountain folk stared, mesmerized.
Now lives will never be the same;
Their eyes by blindness paralyzed.
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I DO NOT THINK
I do not think if I will betray my family
I do not think if I will lose hope
I do not think if I will kill anybody’s dream
I do not think if I will be a lazy worker
I do not think if I will be a bad leader
I do not think if I will cause trouble to others
Only I think am needed because I am unique like Tanzanite.
BY MUSSA SHIKOME.
a country so beautiful
a land so vast and fertile
blessed with the biggest lake
and the longest in the world
diamonds and gold
buried under
but very weak leaders
mediocre in perfomance
a people so weakened
our neighbors laugh and mock
our mountain,profits them instead
our minerals,enriches them
ooh,our tanzanite
but our elites
drink with them and make deals
that empoverish our villages
what a nation.
Born in Africa
Lovely and rare
Few others can compare
To the depths of beauty and of light
To the colors of her moods
Sometimes blue like Billie Holiday
Sometimes the color purple like Celie or even queen Nefertiti
She constantly amazes and changes
Never the same
Like an African woman
In Africa or in the diaspora
No one can destroy her
She grows, survives and thrives
She is a jewel infinitely bright
Her name is tanzanite
Weeping for no one, the great
near-sister sobs, "Go Queen and find
all the pink jewels." Soon they are
found, examined and named:
Little Pink Fish, Aurora of Evening and
Forest Fire Sky. They are gathered
and brought to the princess. Her
beauty is her face; she is only five.
She often goes from great to ungrateful.
Then, being sorry she will inquire,
"And will a palace be up and built?"
while wiping tears from eyes of
tanzanite.