gem
polished
pendant charm
put in jewelry
Australian opals
blue sapphires
tourmaline
diamond
gem
You tried to rape my pockets,
saw everything but my citrine.
Two feet away is as good as it gets,
do not try and approach me.
I urge you not to place bets,
I’m wielding a black tourmaline dagger.
It could cut out your eye sockets
leaving a line sleek and clean.
Mind your manners and the silhouettes.
Black opal is the rarest and most valuable opal for distinctive vibrant
“play-of-color”, as the dark body tone of the stone enhances the
beautiful and brilliant colors of blues, greens, yellows, oranges and
fiery reds. It is an exceptional opal that can rival or surpass diamonds.
Blue paraiba tourmaline is rare and valued for unique, electric color,
renowned for vivid, vibrant neon blue green to turquoise hues.
It is the most rarest of tourmalines for incandescent glow that
appears to light up the stone and is sought by gem collectors.
Written: January 30, 2025
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Beneath February breath,
a fugue of magic hues—
embers of crimson,
coppered caramel trill
as maples sway
in Mistral melodic mirth.
Amidst the rhapsody,
in strokes of whispered shimmer
a rainbow flares.
In a seamless symphony,
a fresco of shades
unfurls in the sky.
Amid the onyx,
woven in clouds gossamer,
winter moon glows in a frosty sheen.
In luminous rhapsodies,
she hums opal notes
of wistful longings to the sea’s restless soul.
Drenched in ethereal blushes,
the sea becomes a shimmering midnight hymn—
choristers of spectral silver.
O'er the skyline’s silken scarlet,
March dusk in tourmaline blush, twilight lyrics
of a sundown serenade.
Amidst the concerto,
swirling crimson, a swoop of swallows
in shimmering shadows.
They dart off into the tinted eventide,
their wing beats, an echo of lingering silence.
Aspects and expectations of color,
be amethyst, be the best, reenlist,
sensory seizes sparks stimulator.
Be lavender and sweeter, forever,
be cerise and release your masterpiece,
aspects and expectations of color.
Be amber then enter to surrender,
be tourmaline, my dream still-ravish-cease,
sensory seizes sparks stimulator.
Be sapphire and satisfy the desire,
be white in your flight and be the moon's cheese,
aspects and expectations of color.
Be copper, chart-topper and showstopper,
be, Xanadu that perfect hue, true tease,
sensory seizes sparks stimulator.
Be ivory, more finer, best primer,
be, turquoise, and make with the noise, puh-leeze.
aspects and expectations of color,
sensory seizes sparks stimulator.
Asleep at two with curling wisps
around your precious face
Brow furrowed in concentration
of your dream playing out within
Then the lashes part revealing eyes
A startling tourmaline blue
Eyes that look into a horizon
masked in thinning fog
What do you see little seafarer
through eyes that change with the light
Inner illuminated with a fire burning ever so bright
Come home,come home,come home to me
The source of ignition calls remember me
As I have never forgotten you
Tourmaline filled with flawless obnubilated sheen
A soft expression of what your existence in my life does mean
How do you put a value on perfect connection?
It is as if you were meant to be my life's intersection
Do you truly appreciate what you mean?
You are happiness personified within my observations glean.
Affection to you I will give with no hesitation
Your adorable amber eyes worth consecration
A experience without a means for comparability
An extraordinary example of what is true humanity
Frigid weather with gritty graupels welcome winter.
Rivulets of raucous rain freeze without cease or halt.
Overly willful waterfalls splatter and splinter.
Zealous spirits scatter shards with turbulent thrust fault
Emerging brush tips turn tourmaline in the hinter.
Neither dream nor prayer can cease the arctic assault.
Soon all within sight is frozen as solid as steel.
Only constant currents course beneath the sea’s surface.
Life lies limpid and sleeps till spring thaw offers repeal.
Inhospitable season’s side effects soon lose face.
Days of sizzling sunshine offer auspicious appeal.
October's Falling Leaves (Tootsie)
Frost glazed autumn leaves of chromaticity
(Of reds and yellows, and greenish coloured sheens)
Are strewn around and on the path by the breeze.
And it’s charming to watch Tootsie step gingerly
(Side winding in a weave) to avoid the leaves,
Which crackle below her feet as she proceeds.
Delightfully, she turns to smile back at me
As if to imply foolishness, but with glee,
In the vibrancy of October’s falling leaves.
***
Note:
Tootsie (sweet and playful) is a pet name assigned by the author for Tourmaline.
October's Falling Leaves (Tourmaline)
Frost glazed leaves
Of red and yellow sheens
Are strewn about by the breeze.
And it’s charming to trend
Tourmaline’s side-wend
To avoid stepping on them.
Then, she smiles back at me
Uttering in glee,
“October’s falling leaves.”
***
Note:
The opal and pink tourmaline are the most popular birthstones for the month of October, of which the tourmaline is the most popular in the USA. Both gemstones are girls' names. Opal means a “bright future”, and Tourmaline means “colourful jewel”. Since Shakespearean times, the tourmaline is believed to inspire creativity, and is worn as a talisman by writers and artists alike.
Our Father's precious gifts
Blessed our heart's Chakra
Hosta of God's tiara
Unified beauty
Izzy
Respect to the days of old Ethan
Heavenly Father's wisdom was given
God's promises
Glorious
Provided Father's right hand
Peace throughout our lands
A promise our Lord includes
Blessings of multitude
Chosen tourmaline
God's family love blossoms green
Lifelong
Healthy and strong
Love's powerful music
Our Heavenly Lord creates it
Balancing this truthful accord
Within the hands of our Lord
Father's family are here to guide
Our Lord's love shall always rise
Heaven's sweet wind blows
Son of God, your lily grows
Jesus Christ, you are the heart of God
Our courageous rod
Protected and loved
Holy children of God
Each and every day
God gave us the will to pray
Love's truth he has given
I AM here to listen
fragrance of fresh air
wakes the flora and fauna
fills nectar of life ...
aching earth in pangs of birth
blooms into colorful mirth
hibernation ends
snakes seem serenely slither
seeking sole soul mates ...
mongooses move merrily
ostentation of peacocks
sky tourmaline blue
sun in colorful costumes
immaculate clouds ...
processions of flies and bees
albatrosses around seas
blazing butterflies
midst mild meek modest flowers
dainty dragonflies …
beetles, bumblebees, bag-worms
bare benevolent bizarre
19 February 2022
October hushes
a cold snap, baldachin for
red, brown and gold leaf.
Indian summer waver, Indian rope trick
sent to douse earthen world shackle.
Bogus heat pump transience.
Polar air mass scatters migrant bird
on vibrant amber.
Ocean gust saline coated whisper
to autumn eardrum host.
Nightscape shadows rudely cut across
the afternoon event space.
Date posted : 19th October 2021
Fountainhead
by Michael R. Burch
I did not delight in love so much
as in a kiss like linnets' wings,
the flutterings of a pulse so soft
the heart remembers, as it sings:
to bathe there was its transport, brushed
by marble lips, or porcelain,—
one liquid kiss, one cool outburst
from pale rosettes. What did it mean ...
to float awhirl on minute tides
within the compass of your eyes,
to feel your alabaster bust
grow cold within? Ecstatic sighs
seem hisses now; your eyes, serene,
reflect the sun's pale tourmaline.
Published by Romantics Quarterly, Poetica Victorian, PW Review, Nutty Stories (South Africa), Inspirational Stories, Poetry Life & Times
Shades of Awakening
Cool of the moon dampened the heat of the sun.
Corals of sleep invigorate the restful one.
Falling awake on this crystal clear morn,
Into cerulean, my soul is born.
Naked and relaxed, aquamarine inspired,
Freedom of expression aligns, with what is desired.
Torso eases heavenward, raising the headless mind higher,
The soul whispers chartreuse, countering any mire.
The nose is the first to welcome, summer’s warm breath,
Lilac reminiscence, of youthful ambition’s clash with death.
Eyes ease open with a newborn's stare,
Taking lavender and wonder, of what may be there.
The sun’s rays creep evermore slowly into morning’s night.
Providing focus and saffron, toward the One true Light.
Silent beauty abounds, and finally words begin to take shape,
Lemon thoughts of what may lie beyond the drape.
With a backward bounce rolling into an upward leap,
A tangerine mind set robs gravity of its attempt to keep.
As if steadied with a rare watermelon tourmaline,
The first step of the day brims with summertime hues unforeseen.
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