Zirconium Poems | Examples

Diamonds Don't Sing

   He gave his love a diamond ring
     to her it meant less than nothing
       raised amidst wealth

   I gave my love a cubic-zirconium ring
     It made her poor heart sing
       'midst poverty ~ mental health

Erotique Fantasia

              

                                12/4/2023




Hypnotic snow peaks, transformed into shades of zirconium. 
sparkling green.
Thou art truly, an existential,Yuletide,eternally kissable,love machine!

You made the gods of Eros, come alive within these throbbing 
poetic veins, boil and joyfully return.

You awakened your sleeping princess-poet’s crimson,sensuality, 
truly …..with your sensual,incense burn.

Reborn. I am, with affection of your sparkling snowflakes of again 
earthshaking masculinity.

This glorious Christmas of joy, to rejoice,in my own femininity!

Group Nine 280

confussion and frustration
made the task a chore
it favored longety which
at first evaluation
of the work had been ignored
in referance to the group
we were straong and committed
but in labor
we were divided
and uncommitted.
I felt cheap and used
like a man who wished
more attention from his
lover.
I must sort the collected
bunch
to then label and 
make inventory
according to fiber strenght
and stone value
monodisperse silca
and kenaf ramie
Corundum Degelman i
curses these stones
a plie high to the ceiling.
Gneiss Schulte I curse
these men that labor
me in such reeling
Titanium Zirconium
that I must crush the valueless stones
and sort those of vsalue
must i chore
that they are evasive and lazy
that I must labor alone

Drizzle Like Drizzle Sweet Like Ah

Zirconium
Titanium-Rutile
Titanium-llmenite
Scalley wags and tarbuks
Teague League swantsium
12-12-2020
Chaotic Moon
Tides of Eden
Waves to disppare
Transparency and
Each mode of
Communicative
Measures
Dialogue speaks
To the need of
Persons.
Poverty creates
empathy for some.
To others it allows
restrictions to create
other conditions.
A strategy to humble
Masses and restrict
and give right to those
Who wish to be rebellious.
Who's mercies speaks of God.
That man's trust is spoken
In as situation.
Work available to encourage
Folk to work.
Might we labor and chore
So we might than enjoy the
Intimacies with those who
are legally able to marry.
Right and rightousness.
Right on, Right on!

From the book Delmond Porter
"A woman to Love" by Seashore
Seashack. The Swapping Kissemedia Group.
His lustful need of music.
Two beers 
1 cup of spiced rum
2 cups of ginger ale
1/2 cup of lemon juice
1)4 cup of cherry juice from canned cherries
1 cup of pineapple juice

Ocean Circe

Ocean (Circe)

Clearly an abyss, 
you paint your lips blue,
adorn yourself in light's zirconium-hue-
masquerading as some golden gem, laden Queen.
Lying in your bed in waiting,
offering the possibility of adventure,
of hidden world's of retreat.
Your magic mesmerizes and flaunts.
Teases with possibilities imagery.
Endless font.
Stories to sell.
Corrupting your fools, licking your taunts upon their feet.
Mermaids minions in seductions reflection so
demure.
Reflecting the sky with their tails.
You are a sourceress, 
a prostitute and a street, storefront sign purely forged in a spell.
A true window to your soul and it's keep, that rolls like a dungeon on the back of a Great turtle.
That of a corrupting changeling,
unpurely-changing with every phase shift of swell.
Your great alchemy is fusing illusion with serenity's false sleep.
With your ambitions that run silent, and run deep amongst that subsiding pillow.
Your platform for your maelstrom of sinking- through Azurine- dreams.
Your quicksilver beads above the morpheant sands that flows so easily, 
like the lies that lie beyond men's reach.

Amphorae

Amphorae, beautifully crafted,
Delicate, exquisite, fire-glazed, 
Heated in jumbo kilns,
Lovely molded necks, 
Opaque pigments, 
Quartzite residue- 
Symbolic, timeless, utilitarian
Valued- with xanthic yellow zirconium




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Poetry notes:

Poetry form:  ABC - In this instance, a poem in which every word begins with a successive letter of the alphabet. The first word begins with A, the second with B, etc.

Would You Still Love Me

Would you still love me if you found out I was really thirty-five not twenty-five
I'm not single but have other wives in other states
The father of two, no wait, three
And I'm not a chiropractor but work at the auto mart

Would you still love me if you found out there is an open warrant for my arrest 
Have pending judgments and three bankruptcies
A credit card balance of one hundred thousand
And bad guys from Vegas are looking for me

Would you still love me if you found out your diamond is a Zirconium 
Your car is my cousin Freddy's
We are squatting in this condo
And I don't have a bank balance

Would you still love me If you found out I said your mother was a witch
I fired shots your brother
I hate your cat
And have life insurance forms for you to sign

Would You Still Love Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
12/12/18

Question Mark Existence

walking the floor
regular pastime
not about you
more about me

tweezers and splinters
droplets of blood as blues
not about us
more about life

accidental klutz
lumps and swellings 
not about happenings
more about hurting

dynamic stone teardrops
cubic zirconium crockery
not about pain
more about truth

You'D Better Not Pout

If no diamonds Ill try not to pout
For that’s not what Christmas is all about
Ill take  Zirconium
Though its a Phonyium
But in the bedroom there could be a drought


Just kidding of course...

The Rejected Thesaurus

Once again
“Man”
Fails

A faulty miscarriage of stanzas and exhaled anomalies,
“Man” withers
Unto a Shakespearean passing

“Man” testifies
Verbal precedence above cedar scented opinions
While providing expired empathy to their disfigured reflection

Oh, how their insolent pride glimmers
Similar to Cubic Zirconium weddings

Oh, how their “manhood” 
Falsely supplicates
For even “thicker” pride

Another daftly implored lie

“Man” inhales pompous remorse,
Gripping rusted axe on toxicant bosom,
Declaring knighthood upon ignorant crowd

Another verse of celebrated memories,
Sabotaged

Because
“Man”
Remains glued to authoritative eras of yesterday,
With forcefully dimpled “smile”

Unable
To surgically remove equilibrium's paralysis

…

But, humanity shall resurrect
Against demoted seer

To declare that this tide of “man”
Does not
Belong here

©Drake J. Eszes

Sentenced

They place my vowel
Under barren landscape

Sipping from cracked porcelain cup
Of an alienated heartbeat

Devilish grins
Slapping Karma’s bottom,
A quarterback’s misguided win

Liar’s prophetic retinas glaze
With metric, disciplinary ruler

They place my consolidated lyric
On upper hand
Of cubic zirconium petulance

Their torn, lanolin coated tissue
Degrading polyester embedded uniform

Mislead by “savior’s” belief
A desolate embodiment of character

They observe me
With cherry coated pupils
Through rusty, iron bars

Its frosty echoes
Portraying fickle sonatas in these stale winds

Yet,
My ambient tear
Is simply a hoax for their recycled victory

Holding wooden spoon against my waist

Ready to crawl

©Drake J. Eszes

Murderous Thoughts of a Woman Scorned

Cheated on her three times, said it was her reluctance to marry
Each time she took him back, finally on her finger his ring she’d carry

But even as she wore it, her fickle lover cheated again
She threw the chintzy ring at him -- cheap zirconium

Knowing he had a gun in his car, stealthily she had to act
Purchased a container filled with gas, a lighter in her pocket packed

Drove to his neighborhood, parked down the street in a wooded lot
Saw them making love through the window, her stomach tied in a knot

Suddenly it occurred to her that her own life would be jeopardized
Knowing she would be denied heaven, her fear was energized

She threw the oil can away, made haste to a nearby church
Praying aloud, she asked for guidance as on the pew she perched

Contrite as always, seeking sympathy, next day he appeared at her door
But instead of a man she saw a beast, in flames his soul would rest evermore

Justice has a way of coming about; her murderous thoughts had vanished
But from her life this pathetic loser would forever be banished



*Entry for Susan’s “Getting Away with Murder/Murderous Thoughts”
By Carolyn Devonshire, October 4, 2011

Fitting In.( By Mac, My Grandson 16 Y/O)

Spray paint your grass!
Tofu all meat!
Borrow their cash!
Glue on eyelash!
YOU REMAIN DISCRETE!

Generic every brand!
Plastic = plant!
Top soil your land!
Fake bake Tanned,
BUT YOU STILL CAN'T!

Zirconium your diamond!
Wig your head!
Fuel you've siphoned!
Use product then refund!
OUTCAST TILL YOUR DEAD!

By Mac :]

Devil In Disguise

Your sequin smile dazzles,
shining brightly as cubic zirconium.
Your words drip like a komodo dragons spit,
never allowing emotional wounds to heal.

Black manicured nails rip and shred
tender innocent hearts, while your kisses
spread the virus of loss.

Your body a temple, where many have worshipped.
Down on bended knee, sipping the communal vessel.
Turning devotion to slavery.

Your flick of hair the ultimate dismissal.

Around your neck stole of ego trapping
feelings in its death grip.
Spiders silk embrace wrapping masculine bravado,
to feed upon at your leisure.

Harbinger of social graces demise.
Bar room chat lines your auto cue,
to place the angel mask, again, upon evils smile.

Knowing all the right phrases, all the right moves.
Tonight’s conquest hanging to your apron strings,
hoping for the tender pat on fevered brow,
or sweet confines of fleshy hole.
Driving home to the rhythm of whores moans,
as your slime caresses turn the key
of one night stand intent to lifetime servitude.

Stiletto heels walking on broken dreams,
Kicking down feeble attempts of revenge.

I know who, and what, you are;
Yet still,
my hunger burns for you.

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