Parents
and so she compared
parents as diamond cutters
that with the skill of their
hands in cutting the right
size and the right proportions
precious diamonds are made
that with recklessness and
negligence what are produced
are nothing but shattered glasses
without the glitter of the lights
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pink Diamond Princess
Out of all the precious stones
This lovely stone is the one I cherish
It's like the beauty of a pink rose
The one that's to lovely to perish
I'm the diamond in the dirt
And I have been found
I'm the ghetto gangsta queen
And I have been crowned
Like Trina, she's the diamond princess
And me, I'm the pink diamond princess
Diamonds a like wisdom in my hair
Pink diamonds are pure precious and most rare
Diamonds are a girls' best friend
But pink diamonds is my best friend till the very end.
poem by Top Notch Glamorous Thick Chick
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Final Warning
Here for first time cutters is a warning for me to you
Cutting is not the answer for the pain you're going through
It may seem at the time that your options are small
Cutting only makes it worse and I will tell it all
You may start out with small ones that barely sting or bleed
But trust me the more you do it, the more that you will need
You'll need the blood, you'll crave it, you won't be able to run
It will ruin your life, consume your soul, it won't be very fun
And it will change everything about you even the wat you act and dress
And you won't be able to stop it as your life becomes a mess
And everything inside you will scream to hide the cuts
No more tee-shirts no more swimsuits, no ifs and or buts
And you will cringe when people lay their hands upon your skin
As your very essense within fears they'll find your sin
And you'll say you'll never cut deep because you never had
But wait untill things get tough, I mean really really bad
You'll lay that blade against your skin and push with all your might
And as you watch your blood flow out you'll begin to shake with fright
And you'll curse and scream but it won't help, you've sealed your fate
Because by the time help arrives, it is already too late
Your body lies there cold and still in your bloodied bed
And there is nothing you can do about it cause you're already dead
So here for first time cutters is a warning frome me to you
Cutting is not the answer for the pain you're going through
Find a reason to go on, to live and take another breath
Because a painful as your life is, it's nothing compared to death
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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How to breathe diamonds
A breath of diamonds
First take a small diamond
Then proceed to heat it until
It becomes extremely hot
Then carefully pour a bit of
Liquid oxygen within
A liquid oxygen proof pot
Then stir rather brisk, with
A long handled whisk… as a burn
With Lox you would not want to risk
Stir the diamond within
Watch as it dances
and revolves
Til’ the precious Ingredient
begins to soften…to melt
then dissolve
Into aromatic vapors
of carbon dioxide
So white and so pure
Then… inhale the finished dish
As deeply as you wish
And “viola! ”
You inhale diamonds
That are diamonds…
No more
poem by David Whalen
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Kite
Come up and be a kite
Beelzebub is aching in my belly-o.
My feet are heavy and Im rooted in my wellios.
And I want to get away and go
From all these mirror windows.
I look at eye level, it isnt good enough.
And then I find it out when I take a good look up.
Theres a hole in the sky with a big eyeball
Calling me:
Come up and be a kite,
On a diamond flight!
A diamond kite, a diamond kite.
Ooh, what a diamond!
A diamond kite
On a diamond flight.
Over the lights, under the moon.
Over the lights, under the moon.
Over the moon, over the moon!
I feel a rush along my body, like a bullet.
Im 2-d after a push-and-pull feeling.
And I want to get back to safe home:
I love the homeland dome.*
I got no limbs, Im like a feather on the wind.
Well, Im not sure if I want to be up here, at all.
And Id like to be back on the ground,
But I dont know how to get down--down--down!
Come up and be a kite,
On a diamond flight!
A diamond kite, a diamond kite.
Ooh, what a diamond!
A diamond kite
On a diamond flight.
Over the lights, under the moon.
Over the lights, under the moon.
Over the moon, over the moon!
song performed by by Kate Bush
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IMMENSELY DEAR (Revised)
A personal favourite is Symbolism, I prefer
symbolic special objects to the real, love the
purity of crystals with their ethereal power;
yet to convince me thoroughly snowflakes
need only ersatz imitation crystals
Charmed by symbolism of religious books
but dry catechisms are abhorrent – love the
significance of diamonds but do not want the
real thing – only symbols to magnify light,
the diamond itself is much too cold
Preferring as a child to play with boxes
and twigs clad in tinsel representing houses
and magic wands – anything suggesting
what it might be, then becoming whatever
I dream – drawn inexorably,
I love glitter – it says sunlight is creating
pearls and crystals of delicate things like
cobwebs and streams, I love the diamonds
seen on sprigs of grass early in spring but
do not try to entice me with real pearls
Diamonds or precious crystals are real and
cannot morph into other objects, although
I love seeing them behind glass in expensive
shops; but for my satisfaction I want only
symbols of these beloved objects,
I adore small fairies made from artificial
materials, not golden statues of saints and
angels – want to imagine what a thing might
represent – such symbolism is immensely
dear to me…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Boys From Diamond City
Echoes of a million years, lie twisted in my face
In a world without no name, and a stranger human race
In the distance how it shines, sparkles in the light
Like a flower pulls you in, you lose your mind.
And it really doesnt matter if the sky should fall
Your living under ground, theres no sky at all
Nothing much changes
Were the boys of the diamond city
Were tough like diamond
Were the boys of the diamond city
So rough, like diamonds
I remember nightmare days, like packs of dogs wed roam
Through the broken city streets, through the broken citys bone
Its so hard to stand your ground, its so hard to stay alive
cos when you fight for what you keep, you know you fight for your life
And it really doesnt matter if the sky should fall
Your living under ground, theres no sky at all
Nothing much changes
Were the boys of the diamond city
Were tough like diamond
Were the boys of the diamond city
So rough, like diamonds
I remember a time
A giant skyline
And a blue, blue sky
Its almost dreamlike
Were the boys of the diamond city
Were the boys of the diamond city
Were tough like diamond
Were the boys of the diamond city
So rough, like diamonds
song performed by by Asia
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Personal Peculiarity
I find that diamonds are like ice.
Cold, hard and colourless.
But only diamonds will suffice
when you are trying to impress.
I much prefer the warmer tones
Which can be found inherently
in other coloured precious stones.
A trait peculiar to me.
I am quite sure I’m not alone
associating falsity.
With this much overrated stone,
which I concede reluctantly.
Can be a good time girl’s best friend.
A price men are prepared to pay.
Something on which she can depend
when she is old and bent and gray.
Their glitter and their brilliance
are mere reflections of the light.
Suited to pomp and circumstance.
I choose to exercise my right.
I don’t like diamonds not at all
Perhaps I show my prejudice
although I have the wherewithal
I won’t buy them at any price.
7-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Hands That Touched Pain
they are your hands
those that touched so much pain
they glitter
with many diamonds
in the dark
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A Better Way
There’s a better way of digging
Than that, Uncle said, taking the
Spade from your hands and showing
You with a craftsman’s touch how
It should be done. You watched in
Wonder how with ease and skill he’d
Made the trench begin to shape far
More quickly than your frail work
Produced. He handed you back the
Spade and you noticed the calluses
That years of using spades and other
Workman’s tools had made. He took
Hold of your hand and turned it over,
Gazed intently and smiled and shook
His head. Such lily-white hands were
Made for pen not spade or hoe or rake,
He said, finish what’s started, lad, then
Return to your studies and pen instead.
poem by Terry Collett
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Commitment To Excellence
It demands
That you must be crushed like rock to sand
To a fine refinement
To the highest pressures that make that glittering
Diamond
In the dark
It does not demand an explanation of who
Gets the credit
In the limelight
You watch, it is enough that everything is
Done
And now, the glitter lights for everyone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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802 Diamond Birthstone Of April
Diamond allotrope of carbon
Hexagonal in crystal form.
Cut and clarity and colour
Gives each stone a unique brilliance
Through each facet cut like prisms
Capturing light - internal scattering
By refraction - scores of rainbows
Diamond allotrope of carbon
Diamonds prized with Kings and Despots
Pride of place in our Crown Jewels
Is the famous Star of Africa
Perfect cut and perfect colour
Like a raindropp - pure transparent.
Diamonds speak of love eternal
Imparting peace and inner strength.
Diamonds prized with Kings and Despots.
Diamond Birthstone month is April
Linked with Zodiac sign of Aries
Drawing strength from Mars the Planet
Nearest Earth in Solar System
Focussed healing through each diamond
Purifies a toxic bloodstream
And can sooth all brain diseases
Diamond Birthstone month is April.
Perfect gift for perfect lady
Diamond allotrope of carbon
Diamond prized by Kings and Despots
Diamond Birthstone month is April
April is month Birthstone diamond
Despots and Kings by prized diamond
Carbon of allotrope diamond
Lady perfect for gift perfect.
Dedicated to The Angel of April.
(John Knight - Cool Colchester - 25 January 2010)
poem by John Knight
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The Fairy Tale
My life starts and stops with you.
You made me realize u were my luckiest find.
I never imagined life to be so beautiful.
It became once you started making way into my mind.
Smiles kept eluding me very often,
Happiness kept playing hide and seeks every now and then,
I had been wondering about aimlessly like a nomad,
I kept searching for that elusive diamond among plentiful pebbles.
It was worth being a nomad
It was worth a wander,
My boulevard came to an end at last,
I felt as if I’ve got what I thought,
Though diamonds loose their shine with time,
But u seem to glitter almost every time,
Though diamonds cost a hefty sum,
You have been a priceless one.
I had never dreamt of what I’ve got now,
But I’ll forever cherish whatever I have now,
My saddest thoughts started changing into sweetest dreams,
My lonely valley started blooming with beautiful greens.
You listened 2 my songs,
You danced to my tunes,
You listened calmly to my endless queries,
You listened to me as if I was narrating tale of fairies.
The fairy tale was short lived,
It came to an abrupt and tragic end,
The fairy went to heavens for a long leave,
The fairy's prince was left in a lonely lane.
Loneliness started creeping again
But never did I feel alone,
Your sweet memories were running in my vein
You made your presence felt whenever I was alone.
I've lost the fairy diamond now,
I’ve got nothing to lose more,
I have lost my luckiest find now,
I don’t want to find another anymore.
poem by Jameel Ahmed Ansari
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Rare, Precious & Gone
Cry baby boy, not tears of joy
The one you held is no longer your toy
Shes got her new boots and her make up on
You can call her your friend
But not your lover again
Shes made it clear as air that this affair is at an end
So what are you doing holding on?
Dont you see shes
Rare, precious and shes gone
Shes rare, precious and shes gone
She was soft in your hands, now shes shattered your plans
Im sympathetic but youve got to understand
You tried to squeeze her somewhere
She just dont belong
She was being sincere when she breathed in your ear
As long as there were stars in the night sky shed be near
Even angels get it wrong!
Wont you see shes
Rare, precious and shes gone
Shes rare, precious and shes gone
Its a subtle trap
Seeding guilt in her mind
But she aint taking your crap
This time
Boy youre out on a line...
Shes a queen among women, a child among queens
The finest thing that your lovesick eyes have ever seen
Shes a rose without a thorn
Shes a peach, shes a prize
A gift in disguise
Shes graceful and colourful and when she grows
Shell be wise
But most of all my friend, shes gone
Gone, gone gone!
Shes rare, precious and shes gone
Rare, precious and shes gone
Yes, shes rare, precious and shes gone
Shes rare, precious and shes gone
Gone, gone gone...
song performed by by Waterboys
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Cutting It Fine
The door swings open but you wont go it
You hate the movie that you havent seen
You couldnt see what I have in mind
I see you laughing but youre
Cutting it, cutting it fine
You never should have done those things to me
Theres one thread left tween you and history
And while our temperature is rising high
Im warning you that you are
Cutting it, cutting it fine
Cutting it, cutting it fine...
You gambled all on one important game
Now take the debt and dont complain
Your game was up, I saw it all the time
I saw that vice, girl, youre
Cutting it, cutting it fine
Your sole advisor watch out for yourself
You never listen to anyone else
You were the one who ignored the signs
Dancing on a fine line
Cutting it, cutting it fine
Cutting it, cutting it fine...
song performed by by Asia
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Glitter
I sit here in my car
on some dark, dusty road
watching clouds roll in
past a harvest moon
looking up at the brightest star
shining colors on your face
like diamonds in water
I see you glitter
Tired of hopeless feelings
trapped inside this pyramid
of a endless dream
from the things we did
but still I reach for your embrace
I see you glitter
Words that cut like a knife
wounds torn apart at the seam
time is taking you far
to a moment out of place
I'm reaching out to where you are
searching for my soul, my life
I see you glitter
Pressure building inside of me
that make everything I taste
once what was so sweet
now like wine, seem so bitter
as I tried to make you see
still I see you glitter
Hours that seem to waste
on a dead end street
looking back at people I meet
finding myself miss you every day
with the memories I hold
still I see you glitter
Remembering that day in June
it could've been a better way
somehow to make you stay
as I look around this town
I still you glitter
(spiritwind-2000)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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My Hope Diamond
Formulated in rough surroundings
A piece of coal that fights the storms
This is a story of a precious diamond,
Neglected and left to wither on...
I was once a diamond, tears fall as I cry
They now look like raindrops falling from the sky
We gave each other a diamond, till death do us part
Now the snow glistens like diamond, in wasteland of my heart
Buried in my closet, at times I see you there
Now just a memory as now it's lost its glare
Yet I am hopeful, for another will take its place
I hope it's the Hope Diamond where I'll find solace :)
poem by Meena Mustafa
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What I Am Is God’s Gift, What I Become Is My Gift To God
WHAT I AM IS GOD’S GIFT, WHAT I BECOME IS MY GIFT TO GOD
What I am is God’s gift, what I become is my gift to God tells us that our own body and the life that breath in our body is God’s precious gift to us but what this body can become and what sense or impact of our being as a person to others and to God is our gift to the Almighty. Our own body and life is our own gift from God on the day of our creation from womb till we joined this world to become what we want to mirror in this journey of life. God has given us all the provisions to live and all the faculties we need to grow as a person. He gave us a body strong enough to withstand trials of life like illness, sorrows and pains to keep us not so much fragile to anything that we can paint our own journey in this life. No doubt the life we breath is indeed God’s most precious gift to all of us. Precious than anything like glittering gold or diamonds. Our life is really beyond compare being the ultimate reasons God had created this world and the very reason why He gave his only begotten Son to secure and protect such gift to all of us. Truly, our own life is our gift from God but what we become as a person is our gift in return to God.
What we wanted to become in the eyes of men and God is our gift in return to such noble and precious gift of life we had from God. Our body is the temple of God’s Kingdom when we let our soul glitter like diamond upon the eyes of God if sense of righteousness lives within every breath we take as we deal with other people and so with God. It is how we used this body as an instrument to fulfill our own mission in this life through our own vocation, work or services we take is our gift to God. Everything we do in this life in the service to other people and to God is our own gift to the Almighty. Everything we do to the temple of God’s Kingdom, our body, determines the impact of our sense of being as a person in the eyes of God and men. Truly, if we wanted to be looked upon as a glittering diamond in the yes of God and men, we must live in righteousness upholding all the fundamental truth and wisdom of God as we relate with other people and as we serve with prudence sharing our life and services to others.
Our own sense of being, purpose or mission through our various ways, vocations or services is the way how we return our gratitude and appreciation to our gift of life from God. The way how we share our own life to give life and light to others is our gift to God. Make this life then shine for others and to God for it is our own little way of returning the favor of God’s grace and love to us.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Because we believe ourselves to be better parents than our parents, we expect to produce better children than they produced.
quote by Judith Viorst
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to the artist of Endelicio
i
the tall man in his sixties
when we enter your house
says that shattered glasses
are bad for feng shui
ii
your garden chair is a mosaic
of broken glasses matching with
your lampshade of broken bottles
and your floors of broken tiles
iii
it is cruel to hear that they
view you not as an artist but
a mad man
iv
you in your gray hair and thin
structure and old skin
looks decent enough for me
and struggling with all your
art works, paintings, sculptures
paper mache and stuffed animals
v
outside a gray cat is basking its
body under the morning sun
on a stone bench beside the
banana trees
vi
i take a lot of pictures of all your
stuff
and this is the first time that i
have met you
having heard of your name and your
cafe cum gallery
a long time ago
vii
back to the shattered glasses and broken
bottle and tiles
and sculptures of mother earth
and man and emaciated natives
sometimes i ponder that if i were in your shoes
will i do the same?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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All that is Gold does not glitter
All that is Gold does not glitter
The sultriest of beauties carry thorns
The humblest little soft petalled jasmine
A feast for afternoon tea and sweet perfume
The best cut diamonds that glitter and shine
A molten rock culled from blackest coal
And the girl who just walked away with the first trophy
For best vocal, someone you would have thought a nobody
by john tiong chunghoo
inspired b y
All That is Gold Does Not Glitter
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
JRR Tolkien
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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