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It's me,ūüĆ≥
that queen bee
It finally occurred to me
and anyone among your
Powerful elite dearest
darling lover poet,
in your glamorous domain
that I wouldn't be unkind
but something sinester had
happened for death silence
to take over my free will
speech, laughter song and
dance to just walk away from
all treasures anchored to our
heart all which fell into
my lap from your sky
repeatedly.
Oh that Janehilton may on
mother's day at the Hilton
your three hundred fifty red and white roses and my last letter upon them from a perilous past I had ran from straight into hell
thus, naturally I was speechless!
Your tycoon antorage passed me
by and again here your gold ink
  throwing stones into my pond
Like in a Japanese garden as other
younger King drones join in.
Stone ripples changing all again.
And I am never the same
everything
changed.
~~~~
Mr and Mrs. Andrews
And karijinbba
(In memory of poets tycoon beloved)
https://youtu.be/h1mRkzTOuzk
Celine Ngo Feb 2021
W: Waves crashed against 2020 pebbles
A: against the shoreline. Colliding with one another, the pebbles slowly chipped away at each other, breaking apart. And
Y: yet, seven constellations twinkled above them in the midnight sky. The constellations of the captivating cat, sophisticated sheep, benevolent bear, unfaltering unicorn, dynamic dragon, lively lion, and curious chick shone brightly through the dark expanse, as if signaling to the pebbles below,
V: "Venture out beyond the horizon, for there you will find the 2021th pebble and be able to turn the tides. Even if storms darken the sky, the sun will always shine again. The celestial bodies will always be here for you, shining bright in the cosmos but even brighter when midnight strikes."
my submission for WAYV's calendar giveaway :3
At the end of endless search,
found the precious gem.
only to give it away,
as it doesn't fit my ring
Finding the perfect wrong ones
Betty Dec 2020
Turnstone
Tumbled by the tide, over and over
Washed by rolling waves
Polished by the shifting sand
Dried out by the winter sun
That shiny pebble in your hand
What a life!
Betty Jul 2020
How many pebbles does the jar contain?
Count them one by one, put them back again.

How many pebbles on the beach?
Can never count them all, they are out of reach.

How many pebbles in your hand?
My heart a singing stone, you rescued from the sand.
Betty Jul 2020
Pebbles in a stream
Shining perfect to the eye
Grow dull in your hand
You don't have to own it to enjoy it!
Julie Grenness May 2020
The Flintstones, blast from the past,
That was a pregnancy to last,
For Pebbles  we waited so long,
She did sing her own songs,
Now this is a fact so scary,
Pebbles has now turned sixty,
I can't believe how old we've got,
Once the Flintstones really rocked!
Feedback welcome.
Elena May 2020
As pebbles are thrown
into the lonesome pond
laughter splashes out
And smiles run and glide
with ripples of liveliness.
Poetic T Apr 2020
reality of pressure
heat vs cold

space is a collection of pebbles
Poetic T Jul 2019
On the shoreline
           I throw pebbles,

skimming them on
                years this love will last.


The one for you didn't even

           make it to one.


Sinking beneath a falling wave.


I walked atop the cliff top,
       you smiled and asked...


"Did I sink or swim,

I replied, "can a bird fly without feathers?

                          

                      It seemed like an eternity you flew,
but you had no feathers.

                I cried, as I put the note on the
                                          barbed wire fence...


She never knew how much I loved her,
but devotion is a fleeting moment..
         And she sank faster than any  rock

falling in the ocean.

And believe me I'd thrown a fair share of pebbles.
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