“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label diamonds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label diamonds. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
A Diamond A Dozen
Tapping the vein
mulching the marrow
thru sift and by strain
each and every grain
digging for the dime in the dozen
greed glistens with grime
coveting the currency
of counterfeit cubic zirconium
shimmering sparkles dazzle sublime
carbon copy karats
set ingenuine gems
minerals morphed with merits
abstracted stony emblems
outlast our mortal cast
buried, bought and bartered
poised in eternal eminence
crowning ignoble and temporal titles
from birth to berth
East to rise
the West is set
synchronized in circles
rings and tokens
cut, divided, positioned in prisms
reflecting and projecting
facets galore
mining the matter
for a valuable score
but tied in the end
to the ethereal and material
unable to transcend
the philanderous flocks
collectors and inspectors
of crystallized rocks
grains gathered in glass
all the same carbon en masse
fragile fibers affixed with flare
We are all just diamonds from the rough
that you cannot wear
but made of the toughest stuff
on the planet
and diamonds, as we appraise
are better than granite
chalking it up to a chimerical craze
rocks and rings
fire and ice
rule this land of Kings
where stones are symbols
of Divine Beings
touting treasures of troves
by positioning in juxtapose
foresee the clarity, color, cut by the carat
a womans worth weighted by this stat
We must give treasured credit to DeBeers
for the oceans replenishment in salty carbon tears.
Image of Cullinan diamond (uncut)"the largest gem quality diamond ever found, in its rough form. It is 3,106.75 carats (621.35 g, 1.37 lb), about 10 cm (3.9 inches) tall in its longest dimension. It was found January 26, 1905 in the Premier mine, near Pretoria, South Africa" [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Beautiful Things and Those In Between
Melodious birdsong all morning long.
Lovely stargazing lily, stained by rusty stamen filthy.
Diamonds in the rough-though just a rock of carbon,
all facets aside.
Bars of precious gold people still hide.
Supplest of metal, soft shiny pride,
purposeless and paradoxical.
Emaciated elegance,
Easy on the Eye,
a standard of beauty is dictated.
Monumental stupidity in all the standards of frivolity.
Semiprecious or flawed, not making the cut,
inadequacies fill the black Hole-
that is the empty soul,
which pines and yearns but never learns…
The most beautiful thing should not be judged
by human packaging,
maybe what we are told to see
that is beautiful to you-
may not be to me.
Reaching for the status-quo
determines just how far you will grow.
Things of value we are sold,
advertising aggrandizement is how we are told.
What is a handsome treasure?
Who is asking and why?
Is it a worm or a butterfly?
Photo By Cheryl Schultz for the U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
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