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Big Virge Sep 2021
I Drop Lyrical Jewels...
Like Seas Create Pools... !!!

So They’re Constantly Juiced...
To Find Wisdom To Use...

So My Jewels Are Infused...
With A Lot of What’s True...
Like Be Careful of Who...
You Believe To Be Cool... !!!

Because Many Will Choose...
To Play You For A Fool...
If You’ll Quickly Give Trust...
To Just ANY Human...

That’s NOT Good To Argue...
And That’s Just The TRUTH...
Because Life Gives You Proof...

You See Jewels Come In Forms...
Bred From DEEP Conscious Thoughts... !!!

So Aren’t Always Shiny...
But Should Be Used WISELY... !!!

So Lyrical Jewels...
Are Those of VALUE... !!!

Because What Is Written...
Can Reach And Touch MILLIONS...
Through Written Depictions...
of Descriptive Visions...
That Pass On WISE Thinking...
And Visions of Living...
In RIGHTEOUS Dominions... !!!

Of Course There’ll Be SINNING...
Less Heads Might Be Willing...
To Think About KILLING...
ABUSING Our Women...
And ****** Our Children... !!!

My Lyrical Jewels...
Would Institute RULES...
That Leave Crews DESTITUTE...
Who Choose To Abuse...
Instead of Just COOL...
And Put Down Their Tools...

Rather Than Stab And Shoot...

Instead of Be Shrewd...
And Refuse Foolish Moves...
Like Bigoted Views...
That Create Pointless Feuds... !!!

And Embrace Things With Clues...
That Give Living Proof...
That What They SHOULDN’T Do...
Is Reject What Feeds TRUTH... !!!

Jewels That Can HURT...
But Are Those With MUCH Worth... !!!

That When Learned Can WELL SERVE... !!!
When You Walk In This World...
of Much That DISTURBS... !!!
That DOESN’T Calm Nerves... !!!

These Jewels Aren’t Just Words... !!!

Their Fifty One Years...
of BIG VIRGE Being Here...
Living On Planet Earth...

Filled With Jewels That Have Worth...
But Not Quite Like Virge Verse... !!!

And That Line Is The TRUTH...
It’s NOT ARROGANCE Fuelled... !!!

There Are Only A FEW...
But There Are OTHERS TOO...
Who Drop Lyrical Jewels...
In The Verse That They Use... !!!

We ALL Have Our Styles...
And Words That Profile...
The Lyrical Jewels...
That Come From Our World View...

Leaving FEW Who Are CHOSEN...
To Drop Jewels So GOLDEN...
That They Seem ALL KNOWING...

When All That They're Showing...
Is That When We Write...
There’s TRUTH In Our Rhymes...


Which Leads To This LAST Line...

Here Is The LAST Jewel...
That Shines BRIGHT In LIES Eyes... !!!

TRUTH CANNOT Be Denied... !!!

And ALWAYS Will Find...
It’s Way To The LIGHT... !!!

So It’s Time To Just Cool...
My Mind For A Few...

Knowing Now That I’ve Left You...

With Some.....

....... “ Lyrical Jewels “.......
“Lyrical Jewels” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 26/7/2021
photovoltaic Dec 2020
you were
like a diamond
your lustre,
the fire inside you
in every aspect, facet

i thought so too,
and believed i was nothing
compared to you
no spark or shine
just endless night
inside the depths
of a black coloured gem

an onyx to a diamond,
which is worth more?
your life or mine?
in the end, it was yours
i d e k  l o l
Heidi Johanna Dec 2020
Some words exist
Without being spoken
Prudence knows
The time to come open

The mature in love
Carrying the weightiest part
And their jewels to kings
SøułSurvivør Nov 2020
Every poem is a gemstone
Every word a jewel
Set in silver, or in gold
Our muses bring renewal.
They convey. They have their say
In amethyst or beryl.
They are Bisbee turquoise
Or luminous as pearls.
Ruby smoulders, garnets dark
Gems from 'round the world.

Some are facets emerald green,
Some are for our ears.
Some are fashioned for the throat
Some aquamarine tears.
Some black onyx pendants
To play upon our fears.

Rings to place on fingers
For friendship or engagement.
Some are placed in
Deep dark drawers
As tokens of estrangement.
But no matter how
They're placed
'Tis meaningful arrangement.

Topaz golden moments
Pirite is for fools
But ALL poems are diamonds

All of them are JEWELS.

Catherine Jarvis
I'm truly sorry I haven't been around you folks. It seems I only write on here now, and scarcely read. I have spent a lot of time in Ministry, and have neglected my friends. My Ministry involves friends, and that should extend to my poet friends too! Please forgive me and accept my apology. I will really try to read more! God bless you all!
Maria Mitea Oct 2020
-  do not waste your words  -
Sonorant Oct 2020
Like the first inspire of brisk, waking air.
The climbing Carpathian lantern of day.
I sip on tender herbs and taste the gentle stems
Of sensations gone astray.

I feel an awakening.
Michael R Burch Mar 2020
Les Bijoux (“The Jewels”)
by Charles Baudelaire
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

My lover **** and knowing my heart's whims
Wore nothing more than a few bright-flashing gems;
Her art was saving men despite their sins—
She ruled like harem girls crowned with diadems!

She danced for me with a gay but mocking air,
My world of stone and metal sparking bright;
I discovered in her the rapture of everything fair—
Nay, an excess of joy where the spirit and flesh unite!

Naked she lay and offered herself to me,
Parting her legs and smiling receptively,
As gentle and yet profound as the rising sea—
Till her surging tide encountered my cliff, abruptly.

A tigress tamed, her eyes met mine, intent ...
Intent on lust, content to purr and please!
Her breath, both languid and lascivious, lent
An odd charm to her metamorphoses.

Her limbs, her *****, her abdomen, her thighs,
Oiled alabaster, sinuous as a swan,
Writhed pale before my calm clairvoyant eyes;
Like clustered grapes her ******* and belly shone.

Skilled in more spells than evil imps can muster,
To break the peace which had possessed my heart,
She flashed her crystal rocks’ hypnotic luster
Till my quietude was shattered, blown apart.

Her waist awrithe, her ******* enormously
Out-******, and yet ... and yet, somehow, still coy ...
As if stout haunches of Antiope
Had been grafted to a boy ...

The room grew dark, the lamp had flickered out,
Till firelight, alone, lit each glowing stud;
Each time the fire sighed, as if in doubt,
It steeped her pale, rouged flesh in pools of blood.

Keywords/Tags: Baudelaire, translation, French, jewels, gems, lover, ****, stone, metal, spirit, flesh, body, naked, ****, legs, cleft, groin, tigress, animal passion, lust, *****, thighs, hips, *******, belly, blood

Invitation to the Voyage
by Charles Baudelaire
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

My child, my sister,
Consider the rapture
Of living together!
To love at our leisure
Till the end of all pleasure,
Then in climes so alike you, to die!

The misty sunlight
Of these hazy skies
Charms my spirit:
So mysterious
Your treacherous eyes,
Shining through tears.

There, order and restraint redress
Opulence, voluptuousness.

Gleaming furniture
Burnished by the years
Would decorate our bedroom
Where the rarest flowers
Mingle their fragrances
With vague scents of amber.

The sumptuous ceilings,
The limpid mirrors,
The Oriental ornaments …
Everything would speak
To our secretive souls
In their own indigenous language.

There, order and restraint redress
Opulence, voluptuousness.

See, rocking on these channels:
The sleepy vessels
Whose vagabond dream
Is to satisfy
Your merest desire.

They come from the ends of the world:
These radiant suns
Illuminating fields,
Canals, the entire city,
In hyacinth and gold.
The world falls asleep
In their warming light.

There, order and restraint redress
Opulence, voluptuousness.

Le Balcon (The Balcony)
by Charles Baudelaire
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Paramour of memory, ultimate mistress,
source of all pleasure, my only desire;
how can I forget your ecstatic caresses,
the warmth of your ******* by the roaring fire,
paramour of memory, ultimate mistress?

Each night illumined by the burning coals
we lay together where the rose-fragrance clings;
how soft your *******, how tender your soul!
Ah, and we said imperishable things,
each night illumined by the burning coals.

How beautiful the sunsets these sultry days,
deep space so profound, beyond life's brief floods...
then, when I kissed you, my queen, in a daze,
I thought I breathed the bouquet of your blood
as beautiful as sunsets these sultry days.

Night thickens around us like a wall;
in the deepening darkness our irises meet.
I drink your breath, ah! poisonous yet sweet! ,
as with fraternal hands I massage your feet
while night thickens around us like a wall.

I have mastered the sweet but difficult art
of happiness here, with my head in your lap,
finding pure joy in your body, your heart;
because you're the queen of my present and past
I have mastered love's sweet but difficult art.

O vows! O perfumes! O infinite kisses!
Can these be reborn from a gulf we can't sound
as suns reappear, as if heaven misses
their light when they sink into seas dark, profound?
O vows! O perfumes! O infinite kisses!

I have found adult sites and escort services using my Baudelaire translation, so the pros seem to like it!

Duellem (The Duel)  
by Charles Baudelaire
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Two combatants charged! Their fearsome swords
brightened the air with fiery sparks and blood.
Their clashing blades clinked odd serenades,
reminding us: youth's inspired by overloud love.
But now their blades lie broken, like our hearts!
Still, our savage teeth and talon-like fingernails
can do more damage than the deadliest sword
when lovers lash about with such natural flails.
In a deep ravine haunted by lynxes and panthers,
our heroes roll around in a cozy embrace,
leaving their blood to redden the colorless branches.
This abyss is pure hell; our friends occupy the place.
Come, let us roll likewise here, cruel Amazon,
let our hatred's ardor NEVER be over and done!

The Perfect Courtesan
by Michael R. Burch

(after Baudelaire, for the courtesans)

She received me into her cavities,
indulging my darkest depravities
with such trembling longing, I felt her need...

Such was the dalliance to which we agreed—
she, my high rider;
I, her wild steed.

She surrendered her all and revealed to me—
the willing handmaiden, delighted to please,
the Perfect Courtesan of Ecstasy.

Keywords/Tags: Charles Baudelaire, France, French, translation, balcon, balcony, jewels, mistress, courtesan, invitation, voyage
jackie Dec 2019
she and i
we are going down the stairs in opposite directions
up is down, and down is up,
and she has a mask of jade for a face
and with my mask of emerald
we match
that is all, that is all
Anastasia Jul 2019
she was
shadow cast
born of dark
eyes like jewels
and a starry night sky
night dew as her tears
moon dust in her lungs
the moths were her butterflies
fireflies, her halo
she was
shadow cast
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