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Jewels (Love Poem)

Your eyes are like a window to a cave
Containing all the precious jewels in the world
The jewels are the reflection of our life together
Diamonds sparkle in bright light of an ice-cold day
Topazes glow with honeycomb fire in the evening
Rubies lust for love in a dark hour before dawn
Emeralds release a relaxing sleepy smile
Pearls display the heart of our loving.

poem by Ian Beckett
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The Gift of Rain

The rain is a gift of jewellery as a special gift,
One might be strong in diamonds,
One may strike the eyes of jewels that are too rich,
But one may never call the rain too precious
For the strength of the torrents are harder than diamonds
To feed the little men and women with jewels.
The wind is arousing the rain, negating the pain
Of a blessed year, feeling like living with us.
The rain has so much cleverness that it is believing in anything
Finding any crevice of faith, as one would his own bible.
The rain is a gift I seek, for the furthering of my very soul,
For the upliftment of the strong heart that is within me.

poem by Naveed Akram
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You Said

You said there'd be Rubies.
You said there'd be Gold.
You said there'd be Emeralds
To have & to hold.
You said there'd be Sapphires
To lighten the load.
As we travelled together
Along this life's road.
You said there'd be jewels galore,
As we walked.
You said there'd be satins
And silks as we talked.
You said this path would
Be smooth indeed.
No cares or worries
Just follow your lead.
But I've now come to realise
That life's precious gift,
Doesn't lie in jewels or gold
As we drift.
It lies in the knowledge
That all things must be.
At the end of the day,
There's just you and me.
No I don't need the Rubies
And Diamonds to hold,
For we have something
More precious than Gold.
Our journeys to follow
To wherever the end.
And I know hand in hand
Our footsteps will wend,
Til the blueprint's complete
The world's at our feet
We'll fly with the Angels,
Our family to meet.
No I don't need the Gold
And the Spangles galore.
I just need you with me
At the closing of door.

poem by Rosi Caswell
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Grandchildren

I look down and see my grandchildren before me. I look down and do not see children.
I look down and see the jewels of heaven before my eyes,
Not stones dug from the deep earth but jewels sent from the lord our God in heaven.
No finer jewels on earth may man find then these that lay before me.
Not heat and pressure from the dirty earth was these jewels made but made
by the God of Abraham his self. No pharaoh of Egypt or king of Europe could have
such a treasure. A treasure guarded by the angels of heaven sent by our lord him self.
I see the treasure of heaven before me and sent to me from heaven.

poem by Timothy Honeycutt
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Precious

The jewels
That sparkle in your eyes
Are pools
To bathe in.
Aqua skies
Above
Are swathed in
Cotton candy dreams.
As sunlit diamonds
Adorn with love
The flowing gown of silver streams.
The stars
That hang like spectral pearls.
Are bells that rang
In other worlds.
Attending heavens' glittering ball
To wear the night
Like ermine shawl.
When sprites have danced
To mystic tune
With lights enhanced
By crescent moon.
The Aria
Of passionate seas
Where rainbows fade
To symphonies.
And precious gold lights morning sky.
As colours bold
Do swirl on high.
That precious scene
The sunset steals.
To bleed blood red
Alone to die.
Each miracle the day reveals
To beauty queen
Of moonlit sigh.

poem by Kevin East
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The Crown Jewels

pleasure won't give us fulfillment or the amenities
share wonder us the meaning of joy and happiness
extracted from our sensitive gift of procreation, can
satisfy the thirst of what is life

its not even excitement belongs to what the heart
possess, the beginning of every edge comes with in
the inner self of desire, a desire that keeps on
lingering to every one soul, beyond the moment of time

it is the crown of every jewel that, gives us the light
beyond the light of existence, the jewels of joy, the
union of love that portrayed the essence of the
heart, the hood that cover the inner cloth of every ego
of who you are in every ways of life; now has come in
flesh, mixed clot of blood in the womb of a mother, a
very own desire of each human sire form being of the
universe, whose domination is given by the giver of
life... the mortal father in us to the child

as the crown gives its best and glittering its crystal
diamonds; the flesh and bones comes in a most
glamorous feature of the very own image and likeness
of your face, the child with in you who shade what every
clot of blood you share has reveals, the meaning of
what life as the, fulfillment of what is life in the fullest
sense of the world

the crown has now, renew and the jewels has come to
the shine the altar of the family, let love be the light and
the ladder to step every high way in the vineyard with the
maker of life in heaven

Lou! I witness every mother receive their crown and
comes in their most splendid beauty, bringing each
scepter of throne as the queen of the kingdom, worthy to
be adored its majestic highness of royal gift of honest
love, and the jewels amongst the jewels of the kingdom;
has offer the heart of wisdom to the chamber of the king's
mind, to cherish the greatest gift of a home.... the Family

poem by Antonio Liao
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Diamonds Sparkle 0595 Initial Version

Diamonds sparkle in bright light's reflection
extinguish it, no brightness can be seen.
No such harsh strictures bind her beauty's sheen,
infinite love links light to fond affection
soars far above what natural selection
ever could induce through wayward gene.
Coeval with one smile, my world has been
drawn to predestined web, no interjection,
empirical, but heavenly subjection,
not chance one glance which gleamed upon life's screen.
I AM because I follow the unseen.
She smiles, I am! that is my soul connection.
Eden is enshrined within one name
Creating beauty putting fame to shame.

poem by Jonathan Robin
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When God Comes And Gathers His Jewels

Written and recorded by hank williams sr.
The [g] ceremony was [c] over
A [d7] lad stood alone in [g] tears
For he had just [c] said goodbye
To the [d7] one he had loved thru the [g] years.
He stood all alone with his head bowed down
As though his heart would break
Then the parson came over and took his hand
And to him these words he did say.
Chorus
When [g] god comes and gathers his [c] jewels
All his [d7] treasures of diamonds and [g] gold
You'll meet her up there in [c] heaven so fair
When [d7] god comes and gathers his [g] jewels.
(substitute i'll meet her.....on last chorus)
Each night when the pale moon is shining
You can see this lad all alone
With his eyes lifted to'ard heaven
He's repeating these words he was told.
Chorus

song performed by by Hank Williams
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When God Comes & Gathers His Jewels

Written and recorded by hank williams sr.
The [g] ceremony was [c] over
A [d7] lad stood alone in [g] tears
For he had just [c] said goodbye
To the [d7] one he had loved thru the [g] years.
He stood all alone with his head bowed down
As though his heart would break
Then the parson came over and took his hand
And to him these words he did say.
Chorus
When [g] God comes and gathers his [c] jewels
All his [d7] treasures of diamonds and [g] gold
Youll meet her up there in [c] heaven so fair
When [d7] God comes and gathers his [g] jewels.
(substitute Ill meet her.....on last chorus)
Each night when the pale moon is shining
You can see this lad all alone
With his eyes lifted toard heaven
Hes repeating these words he was told.
Chorus

song performed by by Hank Williams
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The Dog of Art

That dog with daisies for eyes
who flashes forth
flame of his very self at every bark
is the Dog of Art.
Worked in wool, his blind eyes
look inward to caverns and jewels
which they see perfectly,
and his voice
measures forth the treasure
in music sharp and loud,
sharp and bright,
bright flaming barks,
and growling smoky soft, the Dog
of Art turns to the world
the quietness of his eyes.

poem by Denise Levertov
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Smooth Velvet

Bright stars are coming out
the deep dark sky to light.
Glinting from far above
such blackness to ignite.

They beam towards the earth,
from so many miles away.
Worlds that now are empty
of life. They’ve had their day.

Tapestry of diamonds,
on lush smooth velvet seen.
Sparkling, all these jewels,
with the moon in between.

Twinkling with goldenness,
pin points in the blue.
Shining every night-time,
giving an awesome view.

Bright stars are coming out,
the air is fresh and clear.
No clouds to hide their rays,
they pierce the stratosphere.

The heavens are so vast,
with planets everywhere.
Will earth finally be,
another shooting flare.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Jewels

A pen that has been dipped in mud
Writes poems that loses meaning
Its message falls into a thud
A sad demise to the art of writing.

Like jewels that are badly stained
Smutty words abort its value,
Whatever beauty has been gained
Dissolves in verses that fall through.

A poem need not have verbal dirt
To catch a few hollow attention
Revealing true poetic worth
Gives it that genuine valuation.

A writer's poems are life jewels
Precious gems in verses of gold,
Of great value when written well-
Such a blessing to behold.

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'Every man's work is always a portrait of himself.'

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Jewels

I have small jewels for you

twinkling daylight sight
magnificent retention
spectacular for you

as wide and wondrous
you are

save my glass
spread smile for
private

I so you adore
in our glitter
diadem daylight

cherish green gradation
sheen with shadow I
inhale your breath
kissing simple
sipping shadow

moonlight flick for
candle throes your shows
ffffffmmmm... fantastic

So I have small jewels for you
They hold sincerest
spectacular treasures,
adoration peculiar particular

Long for such being as you
mine love, amazement wonder
Precious Blooming Beloved

My jewels our jewels some day
shall bloom
they are roses,
daisies cum blooming soon

I Daisies, inhale your pollen for wonder
soothing you daises
delight for discover

You never cease to amaze me
diamond facets for craving, crazing

Still you are Karen,
mine Muse precious peering
and you are Karen
between lines scholar sharing

you are steering
And I adore you
mine intimate original jewel

my letters your necklace breadth of
of depth
mine letters necklace breadth
drip depth

copyright R. Resh 2007

poem by Randy Resh
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Sugar Daddies Girl

She’s a sight for sore eyes but another mans wife
And if you mess around with her, he’ll end your life
She’s a real go getter and A big flirt too
But hubby has the money, she’ll leave you blue

Long silky hair and deep blue eyes
Men flock to her like picnic flies
She drives that big black Mercedes benz
Couldn’t afford a day the money she spends

Satin sheets on her bed and furs on her rack
Diamonds on every finger, and jewels in a sack
She’s daddies eye candy for all the world to see
You really can’t afford her, better let her be!

poem by Donna Nimmo
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Suzanne & The Jewels

Suzanne was the jewel keeper
In a word she stole all the jewels
And she took them to a foreign land
Which was strictly against all the rules
And she wore them all proudly
Like a tiara crown on her head
She slept with them at night
Suzanne and the jewels in a bed
Chorus:
Suzanne and her jewels
Livin on the edge of a friend
Suzanne, how will you sleep at night
When they take that crown from your head?
Suzanne lived down by the river
The fountain of youth did flow
And she played on a steel guitar
And the drifters did come and theyd go
And shed put on her crown
And shed sing them a song
And some drifters would stay here the night
But they never did stay long
Chorus:
Suzanne and her jewels
Livin on the edge of a friend
Suzanne, how will you sleep at night
When they take that crown from your head?
This girl flew on the wind
She wrote her own name in the stars
Just goes to show sometimes you win
No matter how crazy you are
But a thief can come knocking
Even with blood on the door
And drink up your fountain of youth
And throw your jewels and your crown on the floor
Chorus:
Suzanne and her jewels
Livin on the edge of a friend
Suzanne, how will you sleep at night
When they take that crown from your head?
Suzanne and her jewels
Livin on the edge of a friend
Suzanne, how will you sleep at night
When they take that crown off your head?

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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My Childhood's Home

I HAVE tasted each varied pleasure,
And drunk of the cup of delight;
I have danced to the gayest measure
In the halls of dazzling light.
I have dwelt in a blaze of splendour,
And stood in the courts of kings;
I have snatched at each toy that could render
More rapid the flight of Time's wings.
But vainly I've sought for joy or peace,
In that life of light and shade;
And I turn with a sigh to my own dear home-
The home where my childhood played!

When jewels are sparkling round me,
And dazzling with their rays,
I weep for the ties that bound me
In life's first early days.
I sigh for one of the sunny hours
Ere day was turned to-night;
For one of my nosegays of fresh wild flowers,
Instead of those jewels bright.
I weep when I gaze on the scentless buds
Which never can bloom or fade;
And I turn with a sigh to those gay green fields-
The home where my childhood played.

poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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I would rather be adorned by beauty of character than jewels. Jewels are the gift of fortune, while character comes from within.

quote by Titus Maccius Plautus
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Fury

for mama

remember this.
she is standing by
the furnace.
the coals
glisten like rubies.
her hand is crying.
her hand is clutching
a sheaf of papers.
poems.
she gives them up.
they burn
jewels into jewels.
her eyes are animals.
each hank of her hair
is a serpent's obedient
wife.
she will never recover.
remember. there is nothing
you will not bear
for this woman's sake.

poem by Lucille Clifton
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We Defy Barriers

I am a doctor!
Nay! May be a miner!
Some call me a burglar
And some as scavenger

I cut open your hearts
To see exists what
In that hidden crate
I cave into your minds
I thieve into your thoughts
Be there precious jewels
Or dirty black coal
I dig out to show the world
Their true colors
And I rob you of your sleep
If you are a hypocrite
Or a crafty cat
Bare you out in street
And tell the rest
To quit your kind of trait
And lo! If you are a pious soul
I low and bow before you
Give my life in whole
As an oblation to your ideals

After all I am a poet
With a multipronged weapon
In my strong hand
I don’t mind you call it
A scalpel, a shovel
A sword or a broom
I call it a pen
Sweeping and moping clean
Dirty streets of my nation
I even dare into whole world
Every nuke and corner
And declare in valor
“Poets have no barriers”

poem by Sathya Narayana
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Less Silver For People

Less silver is gained by the masses,
Golden energy is around for the major officials;
Jewels are amassed for the fever of right,
Their shining is subjugated in the extreme.

The silver glistens fully in the radioactive manner,
But silver merely shines due to its light
So your energy is safer than the touch,
The shining jewels are made of fever.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Advice For The Soul

Abiding advice rested on my soul,
This afternoon there was an advert
For the future of my eerie existence,
One that was an airport of alarm.

This cobwebbed life had connections,
To the tasted restaurants and bars
Achievable in life, for there was not
A wreck in sight, no wobbling on the path.

I weep and wrestle and wish for the opposite
To occur, in trances my experience begins;
Wet pools stare at my stored eyes, these jewels
That steer and start like the steps of diamonds.

poem by Naveed Akram
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