THE CROWN JEWELS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Queen Xena, a squirrel, was a female hoarder beyond measure,
for her crown jewels she surely did treasure.
she hid them in the kingdom’s storage locker
along with the fact that she was a punk rocker
The keys and her reputation were safe, safeguarded by her personal dresser.
Then it came to pass, surely you’ll gasp!
Xena’s jewels were lost, away from her claw-like grasp.
“Oh what’s become of my jewels, I’m coming undone.
I’ll find the perpetrator and shoot him with my pea gun.”
“Who’s the perp?” You just had to ask.
Eyewitnesses said, “The thief wore a black mask, was ‘big clawed.
We seen him scampering about the forest and the royal quad.”
At police headquarters, they wrote their statements
Xena filed an insurance claim, believing in suspect’s escapement.
Later texted her friend, the masked racoon. “No one suspects us of insurance fraud.”
darkness i once walked
demons of the past followed
now...the path i walk
lights up my way, as i pick
up the jewels 1.2.3
"The days are jewels, keep them with care". Jackie Kennedy
Aquamarine were summers with siblings
beneath skies of blue riding bikes or swimming.
Days of emerald too were times we spent outside -
barefoot on our lawn, badminton rackets in hand.
We’d stroll past Grandpa’s cornfield down the country lane
searching for raspberries to pluck.
Such awesome times of jade were games we played outside.
Rose quartz I collected as romantic daydreams.
Stories I read in books (depending on their plot)
glittered like gems of amethyst or citrine.
Pearls were winter weekends spent sledding or skating
but diamonds were holidays with family.
Opal’s shifting colors were my school days.
Slumber parties glistened an iridescent pink.
With my sisters I'd talk into black onyx nights
and chase summer’s fireflies that shimmered peridot.
Most fondly of all do I recall first love.
Red ruby’s passion set my heart aglow.
No other memories have shone more brightly than
the precious jewels of my youth.
How she loved diamonds, her birthstone.
Literally diamonds were her best friends.
She worked very hard and each piece
of jewelry she bought made her happy.
Cluster of diamonds or solitaires, emeralds
and sapphires with diamonds set in precious
metals of gold or platinum, earrings, bracelets,
necklaces in gold and Rolex gem-set watches.
The most precious ones were the four carat diamond
solitaire ring, the twelve carat graduated
Riviere necklace bought at auctions and the Rolex
watch with diamond-set bezel and dial.
She collected her precious jewels for decades.
Those precious jewels were her pride and joy.
Her eyes sparked when she showed them, and
her excitement filled the room with joy.
She died ten years ago, and her eldest daughter
kept them without sharing any with her sister.
Where are the precious jewels now?
Sold, pawned, or given away?
"J" With Four Options 7-30-25
Family and friends are God given the treasures to our hearts – the precious jewels that adorn our lives. Quote by poet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Precious Jewels
Companions on my journey precious jewels
Each a treasure in my heart
When I grow weary their ruby strength
Leads me rest in lush valleys
Where peridot sparkle
Chases the ebony of night
Into topaz silence
Like faithful dragonflies
With soothing balms in amethyst visions
Like emerald leaves of my youth
They whisper of turquoise skies W
When days had no wrinkles
Dispelling tears of cloudy occlusions
With diamond purity of carved onyx
Remembering each one engraved in the facets
As I gather precious pearls of our memories
From morning moonstones and garnet twilights
Into a diadem
Of good and faithful friends and family
Gifts from a king without a birthday
By Poet "Great memories are the best kind to have but some memories bring a waterfall of tears."
all little girls like to play dress up
mom had great hats, bags and pearls
her pretty white pearl necklace was long
around my neck
hitting my knees
her floppy hats were very colorful
the big red one almost covered my face
bringing out my pink rose blush tiny cheeks
I loved her big colorful bags
some with straps some with metal chains
playing for hours made me all grown up
at the time I did not know value
of this costume pretty white pearl necklace
a few dollars when new
years later I found them
new she only paid a few dollars
now all these years later I found them
where she left them sitting in an old box
the precious jewels I played with for hours
now with meaning more than if they were real pearls
For Sir Brian Strand's 1399 Poetry Contest
29 July 2025
\\ l //
--- O --- ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
tiny gems appear,
sunlight catches crystal tears,
¿ ° ° ? ? ° °° ?°?¿
______ YYYY¥¥¥________
grass blades gently gleam.
Wind
whistles
tempting tune,
on air-swept wings
beguiled birds soar high
to seamless sapphire sky
with the fleet of cotton clouds,
design changing silk shapes adrift.
Art shifts on curved canvas of cobalt,
flows as a freedom form with rhythmic joy.
I’m swept by rapture wave surge of nature,
swaying me on swells of solitude,
resounds the music of silence
in pristine precinct of peace
that suffuses my soul.
Lured, I look at sky,
my mind adorns
jewels of
divine
bliss.
daisy chain delights
exquisitely hand crafted,
delicate trinkets
“Kiss Me”
Purple is the color of
My true love’s hair
She tied it in a knot
And bound it with a yellow bow.
Said kiss me if you want.
Orange is the color of
My true love’s nails
She put a diamond on each one,
Said kiss me if you want.
Green is the color of
My true love’s eyes
She grew her lashes long
Penciled in her brows
Much to my surprise,
Said kiss me if you want.
Gold is the color
Of that jewel on her tongue
She put it there forever
Never to come out,
Said kiss me if you want.
Black is the color
Of an eagle on her back
She bought it in Saint Louie
From a man named Tim Dewey,
Said kiss it if you want.
So naïve am I
I kissed her everywhere
And still dream of eagle feathers
Way down there.
I look out of the window
and I am captured
by the gleaming grass
during the night
there was a heavy dew
now the world sparkles
precious jewels dot
bringing new life
to the land
I take a handful
but it jut melts
somethings
are better
to being
admired
from afar like
jewels of dew
Sea Jewels
There is treasure in the ocean
There is treasure on the beach
If you look then you will find it
It lies within your reach
Bits of glass along the shoreline
Bits of glass mixed in with sand
Be careful when you touch it
So it doesn't cut your hand
Clear and brown are easy
Pink and blue are hard
Colors of the rainbow
Found in our backyard
Jewels from the ocean
Jewels left by the shore
Jewels are for the finding
Jewels not from the store
Look hard and you will find some
Next time you're at the beach
Sea Jewels are there waiting
Right within your reach
I like writing poetry,
I like making jewellery to.
I try to make my designs quite bold,
I try to use silver or gold.
I cut and I file,
And all of the while,
I make sure the gold dust is collected in one big pile.
When I have collected a lot,
I heat it, so it is extremely hot.
Then when it's ready to pour,
I am able to make more,
Of the most beautiful jewellery,
Better than anything that you ever saw.
Your eyes
are sapphire seas
ablaze
with a blue-milk moon.
They are uncharted waters
and my soul is a ship
ready to sail upon their waves.
I seek secrets of the deep
searching for undiscovered treasures
hidden in the oceans of your eyes
Carry me upon the winds
of your memory
Allow the song of your heart
to be heard from every gale,
as the story of you
is revealed
with each
pearl.
The other side
of knowing
A padlocked world
of dreams
Whose key is tattooed
on my hope
Till opened
unredeemed
A treasure chest
of wisdom
Whose prescience
zero sum
Instinct crowned
in jewels of fire
Burning
—to become
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
Related Poems