"peridot" poems
**VALENTINE'S DAY
Bright Eyes**
A touch of brilliance in the eye
Like aged whiskey in a glass
Like peridot and emerald
Crystophase, oh lass!
O lad! How we do gaze
At the pupils, aye!
Shining, black as onyx
The apple of the eye!
How we do gaze at the pool
Who could know the depth
Of pleasure it illicits
The mystical lure of ***
Perhaps the lovely iris
Is a dark ceurilian blue
But the open pupil invites in
and says
I love you!
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/14/2014
Rewritten 2/14/2015
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
Scorpio ♏️
~~~~~
Scorpio needs the healing of Aquamarine
Charolite, Turquoise, Malachite or Emerald
Obsidian Black , Golden Topaz and Boji Stone
Ruby, Lapis Lazuli,Green Tourmaline,Kunzite
Peridot , Rainbow Moonstone, Rhodochrosite.
I know of Variscite Hiddenite n Apache tears.
Or Herkimer Diamond ,Hiddenite , or Variscite
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Written by Philip
December 22nd 2018.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 2:34 AM UTC
Capricorn ♑️
~~~~~~~~
Capricornian don’t mind me. I can’t live as you.
As you have the highest of standards always.
Peridot,Garnets, Agate or Turquoise to wear
Ruby’s grace a beautiful young maidens hair.
I can see the jewels in your eyes as you smile.
Carnelian stones or Malachite for soul healing
Or Jet ,Smokey Quartz or shiny Black Onyx.
Red Garnets,Blue Aragonite,Green Tourmaline
Nonsuch is the birth symbol ,graceful as thee
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Written by Philip.
December 19th 2018.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC
Virgo ♍️
~~~~
Virgo needs be a person advocating virginity
I know because I have fusion and experience.
Realistically fusing together two personalities
God knows n loves my approach and approves
Of Peridot,Carnelian, Blue Sapphire,Tourmaline
Of Green ........
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Written by Philip.
17th December 2018.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
Your eyes devour me...
Her sheets of scented sin
Tasted lips
Quickening the
Whispering heat;
His breath upon her neck...
Peridot eyes, cast silent wishes
Suckling whispered thoughts;
A stream of tangled hunger
Shivered quiet...
Fire tongue skimmed
Autumn's flame,
Rapture
Breathless,
Shades of gold, caressed
Succulent *******
Amber whispered;
Intoxication sweet, a shiver-pour
Thrusting
The drown of midnight silk
Exotic dancing her sensual need...
Tongue jets softly
Hard,
Upon hips gyrate,
Flesh weakened
By the strain of ravage
Welcoming
Libation's drench...
Night's kiss sears
Heated flesh
Bathed in effervescence,
Creamy nectar delight,
A cascade
Between lips of adoration...
And HE...
Wrote his name
Frenzied
Inside her;
Snake hips, pulsing
To repletion,
Raising the satin sheen
Fire crimson with hardened-need........
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 8:35 PM UTC
Buzzing emerald jungle swoons—
hip kitty soul eyes embrace the red wanderer.
It’s a tactical chess game,
both aware of the other’s presence.
Nebulous black perched in shadows,
desert red fool skips like a rock.
when eyes eclipse each other
an electric hummmmmmm buzzes
as their hearts start glowing like a peridot ember
the wind whizzes and twists
through their perfect curly hirsute
rushing luscious aurora energy pulsing
to and fro like giddy hearts exchanging notes in class…
Their blurry bodies bound forward
fox scorching ground while panther burns branches
lightning leg movements paws calls thunder
sun red hot fuzz lunges up
midnight cool moon goddess panther slams down
colors collide and crash and cling and clap
spines ignited in tye-dye holographic rainbows
their claws singe each other’s skin
their eyes swirl black holes
holy howls and breath coalesce
as one love
as one sight,
all encompassing
mythical tail told to all
through campfire gypsies and artists canvas
panting the dancing fox and panther
the bhavacakka.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 7:49 PM UTC
Libra ♎️
~~~~
Libra uses healing properties of Lapis Lazuli
In Peridot,& Sapphires, Aquamarine stones
Bloodstones,Emerald stones, Sunstones,
Rainbow Moonstones, Morganite, Lepidolite
Aventurine,GreenTourmaline,HerkimerDiamond
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Written by Philip.
December 22nd 2018.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC
Lily pad clarinet
Prune flute Carrot orange pull
Appaloosa pattern fur coat cross a
Hot pink cello zip
Peridot cymbals
Neon tumbleweed drums
All cause I wanna know
What tacky sounds like.
Jan 15th, 2015
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
When I met you,
my heartbeat fret--
something was incongruous.
And once frantic words
careened out of your mouth--
I saw rapid fire machine gun
rubber bullets bouncing everywhere.
Neighborhood dogs desperately yipped
and barked and howled
as your attempts to weave a conspiracy laden
tragic web of a storybook life into a net
to trap those who will listen unravel
before me.
Storm clouds darken around you.
The cacophonous pandemonium of your voice
and slithering slender body
are fascinating to watch as headlights dance
by while you whirl in the middle of the road,
***** drink in one hand
a plucky smile--
your green eyes glow like melting peridot.
With a train wreck personality,
your frolfing at a busy intersection
influence over some is astonishing!
The next morning,
through a haze of listlessness,
I understand what you are;
Succubus.
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 8:44 AM UTC
Leo ♌️
~~~
Leo has birthstones of Onyx, Peridot,Ruby,
Even Turquoise,Amber,Citrine,Larimar,Petalite
Or Fire Agate,Red Garnet,Sunstones,Sardonyx
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Written by Philip.
December 22nd 2018.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
I have a Crown that waits
In glory up above
A diadem of diamonds
And other stones of love
My blood it is as rubies
My sweat deep blue sapphires
My tears are as a topaz
Peridot, turquoise.
There are Opals in my charity
Pearls in my patience
Beryls in my honesty
Fire agate in my faith
Emeralds in empathy
I run from greed & vice
Moonstone in great mercy
Chrystophase in Christ
All these stones, and many more
Will never fade, grow old
They will be set in Floral Designs
Bezels of purest gold.
I design my diadem
With care, tender and great
To gain these stones I must allow
For vagaries of fate
There is mention of a mansion
That will be an estate
But I look forward to that crown
**TO CAST AT JESUS' FEET!**
SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/21/2016
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 11:30 PM UTC
He knows what lies below.
This is where it all began: here
Beneath the bubbling sludge and ******* mud.
This is the home brew, the cocooning grounds.
His sturdy boots trudge through,
Hefting questions and glasses askew.
Somewhere to the side a fat swamp prince
Composes bog rhymes in ribbit meter.
Each squelching step sets a buzzing bunch
Of crystal dragons zipping away to
Slick peridot pontoons. A loon swoons
The expeditioner with a sobbing cry. He
Has said goodbye to reservations, to the
Long-dead preservation rights. He slogs through
The buzzing night. Yellow daggers clench
Between scaly steeltrap snappers and stones
With eyes blink in languid surprise, unnoticed.
He is lost, dying, unsure of his quest. He needs a
Cure. He knows it lies here, in the beginning place.
Their faces haunt his deathly guts and crush
His straining heart with need - need for the solution.
Need to survive, to prolong his life - alone!
So alone: the last. If only he could rest.
His nostrils quiver with the homesick stench
Of tails becoming legs and nipping lips sprouting
Sticky tongues. The answer, he is here for the
Only answer. Something below, below, down
In the dredges of history - in the slime of
Centuries, rotless and preserved. He will find it:
Some link, some closer thing he can revive
And test and rest as bedrock for his life.
A foot sticks in the overfriendly tar. No,
He will not pause. He has come too far.
In the birthing grime, some hungry memory wakes.
It knows what lies above, it thirsts to cease it.
It reaches, roils, pulls, rips with smelly squish-fingers -
Thirsting and thirsting to slake. It longs to reveal
To show, to make known to the traveler.
(All he has searched for is found here, it knows,
Organized and close. Held and safe below)
It reaches, grabs - thirsty - presses him into
A false step. A slip. A skritching clipboard
Of statistics curses in rustling indignance
As it flutters to the mud above a splattered head.
Science-frozen lungs fill with dread -
With life-giving peat. (It will show him) He ***** in
And burbles out a scream. (what he wants, show him)
This is where it begins, (this is his dream!) where it ends.
Now he knows what lies below. He lies - curled -
Quenched from growth. The eyes of unnoticed
Stones blink in surprise. Soaring swamp lyrics
Rise, a loon swoons with a sobbing cry.
He curls in peace and drifts alone
Now he knows what lies below.
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 7:10 PM UTC
Precious gems
started January 14th, 2021
Sometimes I think of
poems and people
misplaced lost missing gone
they live on
as gems in
my heart
tumbled smooth
by the turbulence
of my frantic love
each a precious
polished stone
ruby labradorite jade peridot
nightly before I sleep
I kiss them each one
so they will have sweet dreams.
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 7:32 PM UTC
From my rotting body, flowers will grow, and I will finally be beautiful.
The marigolds that will bloom will not flee and vanish from the glow of the sun
They will aspire and capture its power, ever basking in its majesty unlike all that I have done
For they are enduring and evergreen, quite a contradiction to someone always on the run
Helianthus will burgeon from my corpse in the Autumn, cordial, acquiescent and jolly
Luminous hues of gold, superiority in the form of a blooming seedling, free of worldly folly
Irresistible to butterflies and feathered creatures, who shall evermore adore the perennial dolly
Snowdrops with delicate pedicels will pepper the frost polishing over my long corroded flesh,
An impeccable ability to synthesize with the world effortlessly, so that I may at last mesh
Nevermore will I acquiesce to let the world negligently toss me about, instead the world will thresh
Irises in the spring will be next to transcend, ripe with nonconformity rooting from their eccentric peridot petals
For the world encompassing them may be wrapped in blissful ignorance, but they will forever hesitate to settle
They realize that life is for naught, putrescence is inevitable, so why even make a vain attempt to mettle
As sure as the sun will ascend, the summer will materialize, and the sun's glimmer will rage from dusk until dawn
For the world will strive on, long after I am gone, and my effulgence on the Earth is perpetually withdrawn
I am not fearful of death because in death there is ignorance and blissful uncertainty
From my rotting body, flowers will grow, and I am in them and that is eternity.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
Kinesiology is the new brain surgery
Preferential treatment
A Martyr for your sugar gene
Cat fights
Bud lights
Hookups and straightened hair
This is the new Jesus
Wouldn't you know
It's the jocks and the nerds again
Over and over until
you've lost all your friends
To a horrible incident
where you decided to be free
This is why you will always
Be better than me
Projectile *****
Thesis on emesis
I am so green
I am peridot and coriander
Caring about what they think
Watching all the popular shows
Does and stags
Waving flags
Pre-packaged beliefs
Artificial older sister
Looking down your nose
You are so humble
You are so polite
It's the other person's fault
When you get in a fight
But most of all
You aren't racist
You aren't racist
There's no way you're a racist
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 4:34 PM UTC
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*//////
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feathers///
are as/////
cloud canyons
they are as///
angel hair///
or they are///
as black as//
doom // the///
color of despair
they are bright
as parrots//////
emerald rainbow
hues // rubies //
topaz // peridot //
deepest sapphire
blue // but the ///
best thing about
feathers // or /////
plumes if you poets
will /// if they are
slipped // if they are
clipped /// they /////
make a clever //////
**Q
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SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/14/2016
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon,
From drops of peridot scattered at sea,
Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.
His father not caring where or with whom,
Or from what rare ocean his being might be-
He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon.
He learnt his letters from a dark winged loon
Who flew where the mountains caress the trees,
Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.
His speech was a garble of false and truth,
Whistling like a hollow piped reed,
He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon.
His eyes a contagion of waters blue
And brackish trunks of underwater trees
Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.
His normal voice wove a threadless tune,
Brought close the mermaids, hungry to feed;
He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon,
Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.
Mar 27, 2010
Mar 27, 2010 at 4:38 PM UTC
Great dreams
Crystal whispers
I never believed in
I played a thousand fantasies
my pet dragons' names weren't
original
neither were my aliases
Coriander
Evelyn
Beauty
Rose
but Peridot
came the closest to breathing
her and brother wizard
Jasper
died from an inability to care
I couldn't write emotion
yet
still the art eludes me
and I struggle creating the minds of
characters
so boring to interact with my own fabricated
males and females
maybe horses would be easier
to create
anthropomorphic equestrian creatures
proper ****** distortions
and voice affectations
unneeded
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
*Draw hither golden blade , brother to sassafras and veronica
Purveyor of delicate , sanguine architects in pastoral visage
Of ebony cloth cooling evergreen shadows within -
Rosin incense , spearmint infused morning dew seasoning
o'er felled timber escarpments , Summer rain infusions of
petit , lavender violet corsage and August whimsy
Petrichor , Persimmon Clover bouquets , juvenile , song filled
brook-sides , poetic diamond studded sandbars , Chattahoochee
Crayfish , Shellcracker , Blue Heron land of Creek and Cherokee
fathers
Of Towaliga , Bear , Moccasin , Indian streams
Emerald swept low country isles , songbird arbors , peridot waterways
beside whitewashed shoreline* ...
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 3:29 PM UTC
==={♡}===
this morn I saw a feather white
fall to concrete. solid. grey
almost as an aftersight
the westward wind
took it away
today i saw two butterflies
bright wing'd jewels
upon the breeze
how could a creature
such as i
be company
to such as these?
a tiny bird eclipsed my sight
a peridot with eyes of black
no branch had she
on which to light
but was not mindful
of the lack
my soul doth fly
with pain'd wing
for suffering my heart doth cry
my voice has naught to sing
my inmost self
is doomed to die
upon love's branch
i would delight
upon love's breast
I'd fully lean
but 'tis a divine oversight
i walk this world alone
unseen
majestic mountains will arise
and move to places
God has planned
before my heart
unknown. despised
will find
a proper
place
to
land
for landing's cause i set my course
for hills will part into a wraith
i have a will to take by force
i will fimd haven
in my faith
soulsurvivor
(C) 2/14/2015
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
~~~<♢>~~~
trip the light fantastic!
draw blood from a stone
make a rainbow palette
within your flute of bone
trip the light fantastic!
there's more to life than hate
you can be, and you can see
whatever your soul's state
trip the light fantastic!
pastel pink or day glo green
color's more than eyesight
there's more that can be seen!
trip the light fantastic!
fall within its swoon!
Pink Floyd discovered prisms
on the dark side of the moon!
trip the light fantastic!
lavender and puce
you have to play your poetry
c'mon! let's call a truce!
chrystophase and peridot
emerald and ruby
topaz and tourmaline
gems of healing truly!
black onyx and opal
amethyst and amber
make yourself some jewelry!
make your ever-afters!
trip the light fantastic!
hold life within a flask
wine in purest crystal
make yourself
STAINED GLASS!
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/19/2016
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
When my eyes befall the splendour of the land,
the softest touch of grey amongst the peridot grass,
timber browns stretch from left to right,
the amber touch of daylights beam,
the reflective wonder of the flowing stream.
Natures chorus and elegant noises,
harmonious beauty fill my ears,
beauteous avian warble,
the sensitive rivers trickle,
the beguiling Autumn leafs rustle,
the winds subtle whisper,
the orchestra is ready,
now it begins to play.
A beautifully fair day presents itself,
and I given just the chance
to gaze, hear, and feel the beauty,
might just indeed take it,
for this is natures Ode to life.
Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 10:05 AM UTC
Her body was youthful
And her mind was wild,
But she was not free
The world did not share her
Vision
For there was
An air of mistrust
Too stagnant for her eyes
She could only dream
She would always dress in red
Sleeping next to a cherry tree
With its wavering
Cherries
Just enough
But barely for survival
And she knew
Scrapping cherries until her last breath
Won't satisfy
From the cherry's vantage point
She took a glimpse of all her universe
She realized her world was no breath of satisfaction
Her eyelids, her only saving grace
In a fantastic land
A magical gem appeared upon her behind peridot clouds
"Fly to me and be my guide
I will show you passion
I will dress you in diamonds of red"
All these years,
Her heart was jaded with despair and confusion
But now post her dream,
A radiance of hope had followed
Amazed by the beauty of her dreams
Infused with glitters, rainbows and iridescent pearls
Her world became clear
She did not desire anything else
But a liberation
Of her heart and her soul
A desire of a cleansing, a pure resurrection
The magical gem in her dreams became
Her hope for air
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
We strode on one, both together
Beneath clouds soaring white
Me and my fair Meriwether
Till waned the morn to night
And then we would look up at the sky
And count the stars, all bright
Up in the canvas, painted high
The canvas of the night
And sweet the breeze would touch her hair
As they would like waves whip
And I would whisper in her ear
And I would kiss her lip
And we would count each evening star
And look at bright the ship
Of maiden moon sailing afar
Once I’d kiss soft her lip
And then we’d rest beneath the bough
Of old a hickory
And rest upon the hill’s green brow
We’ll rest together we
And frolic mid the blossoms, soft
And white as ivory
And run like clouds that glide aloft
In rest, together we
And then we’d leave to our home, warm
Once we strode mid heather
And o’er our heads, came gray a storm
A storm of chill weather
And blew over the peridot land
We walked home, together
Stride by stride and hand in hand
In love, in heart I
And my sweet Meriwether…
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC