"jeweler" poems
Jesus looks so ruby red, dead
and your purring
wracks some embryo to
life, gave it a foreign ring –
hand-tested gold or
diamond surfaced from oceans:
or not, no.
No, it is just a mirror
and you are what makes it
look so beautiful, breathing
sea-salt and gasoline –
one perfect drop found a well
and down, down, down
it fell. I caught ants, I smashed
in their hissing heads.
Yes, yes, so red.
God would be proud of the
mystery you and I have kept.
We drag him along like a light,
lantern bleaching flame,
but as soon as the sun hits,
he, too, drops into a haze –
and lands cross-legged, think?
There is a jeweler up there
that makes his ankles shine,
they are bolder than the moon
cousin of his best side,
as you are mine. Mine,
some sort of wordly delight –
bravery, diamond, and be alive.
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 9:35 PM UTC
The metal in this brass knuckle heart
punches my chest from the inside out
The valves, a semiconductor for the static
electricity of your touch
Who ever thought a defibrillator could be so soft?
And in the challenge of this love
I wonder what kind of mettle you're thinking
of now
And I think patience is found
on a molecular level inside the iron
in your blood
And love then, a stone ground down
from your ashes
I mean, pressure and heat are
what diamonds are made from
Tell me again of the struggles you shone through
And through that logic, we are precious stones
but so much softer than that
I want to hold you like the focused light
from a jeweler trying to make a sale
but so much more earnest than that
And what of the contradiction
between hardness
and softness
Because there is you
How can you be so hard
and so full of life?
How can you be so beautiful?
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
You, my old companion,
I’ve junked three trucks and still I keep you.
Buried five dogs. Raised three children
who are now raising children.
And still I wear you.
You jingle when I walk.
Nails clink in pouches.
The drill in its holster slaps my leg.
The hammer in its clip spanks my ****
You bristle with screwdrivers, chisel,
big fat pencil, needlenose plier.
You call attention. Random kids
who have never seen a tool belt before
follow me around asking
“What are you doing?”
Then: “Can I help?”
You smell like me (and I, like you).
Leather, fourth decade.
I’ve washed your pouches with saddle soap,
sewn your seams with dental floss.
Now the web of your belt is fraying,
wrapped (silly, I know) with duct tape.
Your pockets fill over time.
Once in a while I remove every tool,
every last ***** and nail.
I hold you upside down and shake.
Sawdust, a dead spider, little strippings
of insulated wire will fall out.
And once, my missing wedding ring.
It had broken. I had taken it to a jeweler
for repair, but when I got there
I couldn’t find it. A year later,
you coughed it up.
When your webbing finally snaps,
when you drop from my waist,
maybe it’s you, old tool belt, I’ll take
to the jeweler for remounting,
for buff and polish. He’ll understand.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
My reader, looking at the ring, have ever you been caught
On efforts, spent to make it, sudden flashing thought?
About sifting through waste rock to find the rare gem
Where mother-nature hided it from curiousity of men.
About jeweler's stone cutting skillful labor duty
To grind the gem, exposing all it brilliance and beauty?
About ring design, embodying stone in golden artful frame
Creating masterpiece to glorify forever craftsman's name?
Likewise, in poetry, the sense of being attempting to extract,
Bard feelings puts in words to shows time's connection act.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
People wonder, how can Christ, be all things to everyone?
Without the proper perspective, Truth can be missed.
So carefully consider some ideas presented here,
before these spiritual concepts are mistakenly dismissed.
To the BUILDER, Christ is the Sure Foundation.
To the ARCHITECT, He is the Chief Corner Stone.
To the GEOLOGIST, He is the Rock of Ages.
To the SCULPTOR, He is the Living Stone.
To the STUDENT, Christ is the Incarnate Truth.
To the PHILOSOPHER, He is the Wisdom of God.
To the BANKER, He is the Hidden Treasure.
To the PREACHER, He is the Word of God.
To the DOCTOR, Christ is the Great Physician.
To the SERVANT, He is the Good Master.
To the THEOLOGIAN, He is the Author of our Faith.
To the EDUCATOR, He is the Great Teacher.
To the JEWELER, Christ is the Pearl of Great Price.
To the ARTIST, He is the One Altogether Lovely.
To the HORTICULTURIST, He is the True Vine.
To the FLORIST, He is the Lily of the Valley.
To the STATESMAN, Christ is the Desire of all Nations.
To the CARPENTER, He is the Eternal Door.
To the PHILANTHROPIST, He is the Unspeakable Gift.
To the LAWYER, He is the Lawgiver, Advocate and Counselor.
To the BIOLOGIST, Christ is the Life.
To the ENGINEER, He is the New and Living Way.
To the TOILER, He is the Giver of Rest.
To the SINNER, He is the Lamb Who takes all sin away.
Our Christ is a multi-faceted personality,
Who has something for everyone who comes to Him.
Therefore, we should continue to rejoice in Who He is,
by offering heart-felt praise through songs and hymns.
Author notes
Loosely based on:
Col 1:15-18; 2 Tim 2:19; Eph 2:20; Isa 26:4; 1 Pet 2:4-12;
Matt 28:20; Cor 1:24; John 1:1; Heb 12:2; Jer 17:14; Matt 19:16-17;
John 1:3; Matt 16:13-17; John 3:1-2; Matt 13:45; John 15:1;
SoS 2:1; Hag 2:7; John 10:7; Cor 9:15; James 4:12; 1 John 2:1-2;
Isa 9:6-7; John 14:6; Heb 3:1-4:13; John 1:29
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
This poem is not meant to serve as an all encompassing list of professions; for example, here are a few more viewpoints not mentioned:
To the BAKER, He is the Living Bread.
To the JUDGE, He is the Righteous Judge of all Men.
To the NEWSPAPER, He is the Good Tidings of Great Joy.
To the OCULIST, He is the Light of the Eyes.
To the SOLDIER, He is the fortress.
To the CHRISTIAN, He is the Son of the Living God, the Savior, the Redeemer and the Lord.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 8:39 AM UTC
The simplest word is hard to say
once blood has leaked within the brain.
The internal fires of life have died,
though the exterior seems the same.
He struggles saying yes or no,
He suffers visibly with pain.
His family, sadly, watches on
As the patriarch plays his endgame
Its like a cosmic jeweler tried,
To make a brilliant diamond cut;
If successful, it would have shone-
But he missed his mark and
marred the stone
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 10:30 PM UTC
when I die
I'd like my ashes to be made into a diamond.
that way when the jeweler shapes it and sets it in a pretty ring for my beloved's grandchildren/descendants
that will be a better rendition of me,
a properly shaped, smoothed and polished human-that-was.
I like to think all the bad qualities I know I possess would be pared down to a socially acceptable version of me that you would, finally, be proud of.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
IN a jeweler's shop I saw a man beating
out thin sheets of gold. I heard a woman
laugh many years ago.
Under a peach tree I saw petals scattered
.. torn strips of a bride's dress. I heard
a woman laugh many years ago.
1.2k
I notice that the hair is gone
so did the frog.
I can help to hold the tears back
I know its all my fault
the cigarette stains on my fingers are back
I washed you the dishes and put them on the rack.
you wanted a full commitment and I failed.
You cried you eyes dry
I ran and ran and ran.
i didn't know it was this bad
I ran and I ran.
I'm horrible at this poetry
and I read yours just now
you deserve that colata ring that i saw at jeweler
you should know that my heart will never mend
If I had one more Chance I would never let go
I would consider it sacred all the way to the end.
I lay here on the floor
no bed nesscisary
im afraid to get up
it just to scary
you say that I'm so smart
I think im so dumb
maybe just I drink or hit or just one
until it all goes numb.
If you were able to come back
we could build a snowman
And I would be a real man.
Ok......byeeeeee
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:12 AM UTC
Let’s make this our night.
Let’s kick our good habits
and grow our bad ones in neat
rows of dandelions
and ponder what marks
**** from flower.
Let's fill a jar with memories
and dash it against the ground
when it's full so we can play
with them once more.
Let’s empty our brains
like a register full of quarters
chase them along the pavement
and roll them into neat piles
to trade for pennies.
Let’s cut holes in our pockets
and fill them with time
until the last echo of
a tick splits our emptied skulls
and drains out the nothing.
Let's rob a jeweler
and give diamonds to the homeless.
Their babbles are endless
and they've earned something for that.
Let's ink our pens with the clouds
and write odes to the sea
where they meet and watch them turn
orange then red then purple then black
then dissipate with wind.
Let's read tea leaves and palms
like books written by wise
old men with wide smiles
and wider minds.
Let's blow out the city lights,
dance with the stars,
and apologize profusely
for stepping on their toes.
Let's wash our hands with acid
and leave empty fingerprints
on likewise glasses
staining breathless lovers'
heaving antipathy
Let's play to lose
and throw the pieces
about the floor when
our plan goes awry, smiling.
Let's slowdance to anachronisms
while the ether whispers
around and between us and through us,
until it settles in us.
Let's watch the clouds
from atop a sinking city
and marvel at how the water's
lovely this time of year.
Let's fall in love
and drown together
in whichever order
the universe decides.
Let's make this our night
It may be our last.
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 3:17 PM UTC
The hat he wore with ease
Indoors and onstage
The raspy baritone, the sage
The jeweler with words
That sparkled in our minds
The smiling cynic
The optimist at times
Brave, uncompromising
Knowing it would soon end
We wanted it darker
He knew we did
So he gave it to us straight
Our rhyming friend
I've been to Hydra
Stood outside his home
It's a simple place
Where cars do not roam
I breathed the same air
Marveled at the deep blue sea
I was drawn there by his spirit
By his poetry
And now he's gone
We shall carry on today
We have to
He would have wanted it this way
And we will surely miss him
For us, he does pray.
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
Walking, talking, eating,
One lover only baking,
hum waking- up
Is anyone good
at loving?
Always
giving
metals
The modern
love robot
((ATM))
machine
There is
no
place
Oh! Yes
Lend me all
lovers
at my home
The ((OZ)) fame
Artsy Auntie
(EM) so lame
Listening to
(REM)
Headrush
Makeup
blush also
*** in-between
My break up___
My lunch hour
All over again
throwing
cash
way off the street
look out I almost
crashed____
That Casanova
racer
slim
reducer
My
((ATM))
Sexter machine
Pixstar diet
Laughing to
the bank
You are
better
But in the
least seeing
Her for what
she is
The beauty
she is making
up the beast
He is the
Eight personalities
Burnt money
Miss French fries
Baby blue eyes cry
My cash went dry
Henry the eighth
The love affair in
September Goth
Just recently shot
Lord of the rings
Be sure you don't get
the blues
She-devil jeweler
Saphire I
got rushed
She fires out!!
She Forgets **
The finest
champagne
candles
On the tenth
Cash reminder rush
I cannot recall
how I
got here?
I will be back
for the cash!!
That gave her
Total recall
Over there
someone
left more
cash
Someone
overloaded trash
What cash potential
her best clothes
He looked like
moon dancer
Jacksons five
black glove
Casanova the
best climate
For Cash
Australian mate
Jumping
Jack Flash
You cant always
get what
you want
But if you try
sometimes
You might get
what you need
Don't rush
your life away
With that
Casanova
Don't rush your
stars of
the Nova Scotia
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 2:30 PM UTC
I am abrasively myself forever and always
I come off as an awkward, perverted, introverted lady
I tend to overthink everything anyone ever says to me
I am heavily affected by things other people aren’t
I put deep meanings on things I shouldn’t
I believe every word of my horoscope to give myself a little hope for the day
I cling to my remaining friends with all of my strength because I am already lonely enough
I am a hopeless romantic but pretend I’m not cause I gotta keep up my reputation
I have a reputation for being hard to talk to but easy to get into
I want someone to love me so sometimes I believe if they get into me they’ll love me then
I know that is a stupid idea but I just can’t help thinking it because its called making love right
I get angry very quickly if people don’t reciprocate my friendship at the same level I give it
I tend to ride a tidal wave called depression that has its ups and downs
I plead with my head every day that I don’t go under and drown
I hate hurting someone’s feelings even if by accident I will never forgive myself
I don’t care if you hurt my feelings at all I have my walls built up so don’t worry
I have compassion flying out of my chest for even the most spoiled rotten people
I will take a bullet for a stranger if given the chance because they deserve to live
I don’t know if I deserve to live though sometimes I truly wonder
I still miss the people whose friendships I have lost even if it was years ago
I believe every human being is good despite their obliviousness and their selfishness
I do my best to help my single mother even when she doesn’t see it
I love my little sister like my own child and I take care of her like it
I have passion for everything I do from my job to just being in school
I grew up way too fast and I get angry because no one can understand how I think
I guess its because I have no father and try to take care of my mother and myself
I think I may be one of the only kids who do that
I was not born into a wealthy family my mother is a grocer and my father was a jeweler
I have more pride for my parents than kids whose parents are CEO’s and business people
I believe I have learned more about being a good person than people who are handed it all
I would rather die than do nothing with my life
I could never live with myself if I didn’t put others before me
And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
WAKING UP, OPENING AND RUBBING THE SLEEP FROM MY EYES,
AND LOOK OVER TO MAKE SURE SHE’S STILL THERE AND YES YOU ARE TO MY SURPRISE.
THE MEMORIES START TO COME UP LIKE PREVIEWS OF A MOVIE,
YOU MOVE A LIL AND I COULD TELL THAT, MY LOVE IS STILL SLEEPY.
I REMEMBER THE FIRST DAY WE MET, SHE LOOK AT ME AND SMILED;
NOT KNOWING IT WAS THE BEGINNING OF MY DEMISE.
I TRIED TO PLAY IT COOL AND NOT LET HER KNOW THERE WAS SINGING IN MY HEART,
I GOT TO TALK TO HER, I GOT TO HEAR HER VOICE, I CAN’T LET THIS FEELING GO, I GOT DO THIS SMART.
SO I WALKED UP TO HER TRYING NOT TO MAKE MYSELF LOOK A FOOL.
PLAYED IT MY MIND, BUT I JUST ASK AND PLAYED IT COOL.
AND EVER SINCE, A SMILE HAS BEEN IMPLANTED,
MY WORLD HAS SLOWED DOWN, NOT SO FRANTIC.
THAT’S RIGHT, LOL, WE’RE CRUISING AT THE RIGHT PACE,
AND THE BETTER WE HAVE GOT TO KNOW EACH OTHER, IT FELT YOU WERE IN THE RIGHT PLACE.
I CAN’T BELIEVE GOD LET AN ANGEL DOWN FROM HEAVEN TO BE BY MY SIDE,
AND BECAUSE OF YOU I HAVE BECOME EVEN MORE HUMBLED AND FULL OF PRIDE.
NO EYELINER, LIPSTICK, OR BLUSH.
I KNOW I LOVE HER; THIS IS MORE THN SOME JR. HIGH CRUSH.
SO, TO COMPLETE THEMY FAMILY PUZZLE,
I STOP BY JEWELER AND A FLORIST FOR WHITE ROSES; “TWO DOZEN!”
SO I CALL YOU AND SAY, “HEY LOVE, HOW WAS YOUR DAY? I MUST SEE YOU.”
SHE SAYS, “HEY BABE, HEARING YOUR VOICE JUST MADE IT GREAT. SURE!” SHE HAS NO CLUE.
I APPROACH HER WITH CONFIDENCE IN MY HEART AND MY STOMACH HAD BUTTERFLIES,
BUT I KNEW THIS IS THE MOMENT, SO I CROSS ALL THE T’S AND DOT ALL THE I’S
SO I KISSED HER AND GAVE HER THE ROSES;
SHE STILL DON’T KNOW I’M ABOUT TO PROPOSE.
EVERYTHING BECAME TOTALLY STILL AND STARS WERE SO BRIGHT,
IT WAS THE PERFECT SUMMER NIGHT.
AS I GET DOWN ON MY KNEE WITH TEARS FORMING IN MY EYES, “AS I LOOK UP TO YOU AND GOD, PLEASE SHARE MY LIFE?”
“PLEASE BE MY BETTER HALF, MY SIGNIFICANT OTHER………………………………………….MY WIFE.”
Jul 14, 2011
Jul 14, 2011 at 6:48 AM UTC
There exists a monster
Called The Jeweler.
Everything she sees has
A price tag attached
With a superficial value
Stamped on.
The lenses placed over her
Since the day she was born
Have corrupted all purity.
Forever complimented on
Appearances and mocked for thought,
She believes herself to be
Perfectly normal
Judging every living creature
For beauty and value.
Stars in the sky are meaningless
Like the grades from school,
She only wants materials
For improving her station.
From the boy down the street
To the Prada bag in hand,
Nothing worthwhile is free.
The only pleasure she knows
Is derived from an illusion
Of being a princess.
She is cold and calculating,
Countless crushed hearts
Have been left behind her
And she smiles fondly
At every tear she extracted.
Tragedy is her destiny
Do we blame the product
Or the ****** up society
Producing more daily?
The disheartening truth is
She The Jeweler exists
Inside of everyone of us
From you to me and beyond.
So who the **** do we lay
The blame on?
The society or the product?
The society or the product?
******* answer me!
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC
An uncut diamond is like a person,
The have more flaws than things that
Draw them to other people but
Much a diamond all of us need a jeweler to
Cut away these flaws so we can be seen
For the priceless gems that we are
Here to add beauty to a dark and depressing
World in flames where almost nothing stays the same
But true love and friendships and even thoughs
Are questionable at best
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
Watching kinectic motion ball strikes.
Hearing the cleaning lady enter.
Trying to work but I keep thinking of you.
What are you doing right now?
I pick up my cell phone and wish I could call.
I sent her away I want to be alone to think.
My time with you on net has been great.
Your personality is as gorgeous as your face.
You get me and give me reasons to smile.
I wake up happy knowing I can chat with you.
What am I doing on Valentine's day?
Reading dozens of cards I bought for you.
I wanted to FTD several dozens roses.
Where to have them delivered?
What I wont hear on or get on Valentine's day,
"LOVE THE FLOWERS" and no hugs.
I walk past the same jeweler's every day.
I want to go in and buy you gifts.
Confession time - I special ordered off line.
On my desk is a diamond choker, earrings
and matching tennis bracelet.
The best money can buy.
My heart still skips a beat
I still get butterflies in my stomach.
I have hopes that next year
wont be another lonely Valentine's day.
Keeping your gifts safe.
I'm disappointed but not upset.
I'm the understanding type.
By now all who read my poems including you knows this is about you Betty Ponder.
I want to give you a big bear hug.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 6:18 AM UTC
So funny how you love someone
&
In an effort to let them go
You latch onto someone else
My Muffin...
Crazy how people effect your life
It has only been a month &
He is a distant yet present memory
I was in love with a man that I could not be with
So I found myself wrapped up in
My Muffin...
Such a big prize wrapped in a small package
How would you feel if you held it in your hands &
Then were told you couldn't have it?
Its Tragic!
I refused to cry over men long ago
But this one?
It hurt... I still didn't cry
Now it is hard to remember what it was like
The good times
Like my mind completely blocked the memory
I can tell you everything i know about him
But phone calls are faint...
Imagine it from my eyes for a moment
My Muffin....
He is this gem.
I researched it once or twice but never thought of collecting it
You learn more through a familiar source
Then it is in your possession
You hold it delicately at arms length
So precious yet so dangerous, you think
How will you ever handle such a thing?
You eventually build up the courage to
bring it closer to your chest
Then the Jeweler comes & says
"Sorry, they didn't tell you, you were only here to babysit?"
Even after i had polished it
grown attached to it
willing to call it mine
It wasn't even an option the entire time
That is when you learn that not all things that glitter, shine
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 1:03 AM UTC
These decorative shackles I wear
Make me feel superior I know if my ancestors were to see me, they’d look in despair
I wear my diamond choker
And my gold rope chain slangs
I can’t wait for chaining day as I pride fully walk to the jeweler whistling and sing
These decorative shackles I wear
Ease the generational pains of the slave and tribal warfare
I know if our ancestors were to see us now, they’d see kings, queens and heirs
I sail the Atlantic ocean in large ships in awe at the view and the majestic blue
Ironically my ancestors sailed before me, but in slave sloops
Forgetting that this water tells my story, his-story and has my blood too
Only the strongest melaninated few surpass this ocean leaving a few behind
The only time they were freed from their shackles was when death took over
Deposing them over board
Never to see beyond that blinding hopeful horizon line
These decorative shackles I wear
These expensive whips I own- merely make up for what my ancestors never owned
If our ancestors could see us now
I wonder if they’d be proud
Perhaps they would frown and say
“You’re the modern day slaves now.”
From chains to chains you see how the cycle of black lives go
We’re the new era slaves this story is yet untold
These decorative shackles we flaunt and wear
Help to make the
European man billionaires.
These decorative shackles and chains make me feel free
It’s like I’m buying my form of freedom concealed as luxury.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC
Sometimes I like to think
That you just moved real far away
And that you got a job being a jeweler
At a different far away jewelry store
Because you hated working
For your father who never
Believed in you the right way
And that you just couldn’t drive
That silly old van hours to see us
And then I remember
I drive that van now
I have your guitars on your rack
In my room near the window
Eggay the cat is here
Not at your Fishtown Philadelphia house
I wear your ratty denim coat
To school to feel your embrace
When I cannot keep a smile on
I keep your bifocals locked up
In a display case with your
Memorial pamphlet
That says you were buried
On January twenty first
Of two thousand ten.
I do wonder on days like this
What you’ll say to me
When we see each other again
I wonder if your tears will be so real
Like they were when we had to leave
The vacation early because I ****** it up
I wish I could inhale your scent
Of cigarettes and beer and
Father
I wish I could remember what you sounded like
So crisp in my head
Yet the fear you caused absent in my nerves
I still remember every tattoo you had
Encompassing your whole body
In a beautiful mural
Like the ones we’d see
When you drove us from mother’s home
To yours
You had Julia in purple on your left shoulder
Overseeing the chinese dragon
That flew through the mountains and sunshine on your arm
Rayna’s name was inked underneath that same arm
And my name inked underneath the right
Mine sitting underneath another dragon
Sweeping through a thunderstorm
On your one leg was a blue diamond
A homage to your passion and your life
On the other was a daddy sea horse
With its two babies in tow
On your back was a few odd ones
Aliens smoking a joint in their ship
A heart made out of machinery
And knuckles punching someone’s teeth out
I remember being so proud
To have a daddy who was so
Unapologetically himself
Despite him being unapologetic
When he hurt people
And I am still proud to say
I am your daughter
Who is just as uniquely unapologetic
For who I am
As you were
Love you daddy
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
Sulim said, ‘’the moon rises on the sky like a child.’’
''The jeweler is going to come tomorrow to
Bring me jewels for those wanting their life to be styled.
Although I can't sell them, I want all her dreams come true, ''
Frederick said. She replied, ''I can't wait to choose them.''
''They are expensive, and it's hard to find customers.''
Sam said, ’’ increase the price when two eyes light on a gem.''
''I have to deal with the coast-men, who are expert smugglers.''
'' 'Twas another world, when jewelry meant a business.
I had to wear a lapel clip to be fully dressed.''
Sam said, ''to the jewelry theft, I'm an eye witness.''
''To protect this ship from pirates, I'll do my best.''
He kissed her, '' you're the most important jewel for me.''
She touched her womb, ''this fetus is the most important.''
''And I hope he will become what I want him to be.
I know he feels, even his feeling is quite dormant.’’
(After a few seconds of thinking, Frederick continued to talk with her.)
''Are you sure it's a boy? '' ''I am absolutely sure.
Moreover, he will be like his dad.'' The man held her
Into his arms, '' I'm strong enough this fate to endure.
Is he as beautiful as me? '' He played with her hair.
Dreamy and meditative, Geraldine told him,
''He's already a sailor in my womb.'' He laughed.
''Son, I want you to hit her a little in a gym.''
She exclaimed, ''he moved.'' ''He’s maestro at this craft.''
(Early in the morning, Frederick and Geraldine woke up. They used to sleep in the same bed, although she was pregnant.
She had to prepare the breakfast for the sailors, and he had to go to the nautical bridge to take back the control of the ship.)
''You'll stay at Lisbon for a few years because the child
Must grow up enough to be taken with us on the ship.''
''I do not let you roaming through the freedom and the wild.''
''I don't go, I stay with you, '' he whispered lip to lip.
''Are you afraid of losing me? He asked tenderly.
''I'm afraid that something bad is going to happen.''
''With five belly dancers around fashion'd slenderly? ''
''Imagine this! You're going to be a real captain! ''
He laughed. She gave him a pat on the back with her cushion.
''Do you see those five lateen sails? They dance in the storm.''
He wanted to make love with her, but she kept on pushing.
He immobilized her screaming ''Love me to keep me warm! ''
Ismail knocked on the door and told Frederick that the jeweler was on the ship.
(to be continued...)
Poem by Marieta Maglas
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
She.
The girl who catches the eye, like fireflies in the fog,
She.
A majestic mountain, towering over my every thought with clouds of tomorrow,
She.
Fingers like feathers, tickling my heart with a few short strokes,
She.
A smile so free, teeth like ivory keys shining in song, a tongue giving directions,
She.
Unbelievably shadowed by immense rays of fascination, I can't look around her,
She.
So innocent and strong, a face solid with concrete dimples, weighing the world down with her happiness,
She.
Loves me and I her, eyes like sparkling diamonds, hoping that I can be her jeweler, selling my love at half price,
She.
Looks at me with this fierce growl and I stare back with prey-like tendencies,
She.
Is more amazing than a soft winter blizzard, quietly falling over and over again, for me,
She.
Is.
Beautiful.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
god, you've excited me ever since sense of this fashion was foreign to me
the plagiarist ways that dictate my emotion will keep a safe distance at bay
i'm vying for the rose of her rejection
the dream was gold, reflecting her perfection
sweet, nasty girl, i'm inside of you under your fur, not unlike her
we'll take away smiles with the cold sweats and terrors incurred, evermore
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
You call me
A poet and a thief,
So let me indulge thee
I'll make this short and brief,
We're all alike you and I
A tooth for a tooth
And eye for an eye,
Makes us thick
As thieves in a booth
No lock to pick,
If the door is open
Why still do we break in
To steal a heart
Is this a sin?
If done with poetry
The rules are faulty,
Meant to be broken
Golden token
Means; there's not a ruler
That can't crack
A diamond jeweler,
So we find ourselves back to back
Meeting on a level plain
Stealing syllables from the insane
We interpret and manipulate
All vowels and consonants in prose
Burglars thorns and words a rose...
©okpoet
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 4:17 PM UTC
Mind of steel
Heart of glass
Achilles tendon, again you bust your ***
Sheets of petals
Bed of nails
The compassionate's downfall never fails.
Jeweler's eyes
Plastic blade
Aspiring to sculpt diamonds, rubies, and the sort.
Shaky nerves
Hands of clay
Always left broken, under the same damage report...
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC