Autobiographic poem....very silly!
Postby Gecko109 » Mon Sep 17, 2012 12:08 am
There once was a man from Chicago
For years, many gemstones did he follow
He had assorted topaz, amethyst and citrine
Some garnet, tanzanite and even aquamarine
All the colors of the rainbow represented in the collection
But even so, he really had no defined direction
It was a fun, cheap hobby for quite awhile
Until he discovered something that made him smile
This new discovery cut his savings like a scalpel
Of course, we are talking about precious, gem black opal
The fella knew about the normal milky white stones
But had no idea of the variety of magnificent blue, orange and red tones
He jumped headfirst into this new love
So some nice opals did he buy a couple of
The first was a beautiful dark crystal from Allen's rise
And after that one arrived, there would need to be a compromise
For bills had to be paid, and savings plans to be met
But the attraction to opals was like a supersonic jet
So he bought again and again with no end in sight
And each time he promised the wife "this is the last one, alright?"
But of course we know there is no cure
For this man's love of opals was just so pure
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Re: Poems
"The Black Opal" by Fred Emerson Brooks
Postby gingerkid » Wed Mar 02, 2011 12:18 pm
"The Black Opal"
dedicated to Percy Marks
The Orchid Gem, a fairy crown;
Like bits of stars that tumbled down
In dusky settings blue or brown
Long ages yore.
The virtues of all gems we know,
Whate'er their lustre, hue or glow,
Australia's own black opals show,
And something more.
The morning's blush; the golden ray
The clouds on fire at close of day;
The purpled hills where wild flowers play
That nature bore.
The rose confessing to the dew;
The fickle ocean's changing hue;
The Southern Cross in midnight blue;
And these and more.
The palette where Jehovah laid
His ever colour, every shade,
To paint the universe he made
Both sea and shore.
A shattered rainbow in a shell,
Its glories hidden where it fell;
The gem without a parallel--
All this and more.
Mother of fire that never burns;
Whichever way the jewel turns
Some new aurora one discerns
Unseen before.
When mother earth laid bare her breast
To show what jewels she possessed,
Black opal far outshone the rest
And something more.
A cupid's heart on fire 'twould seem;
Or speckled trout in mountain stream;
The love glow in a maiden's dream
When hearts adore;
As sunbeams through rose windows fall
In haloes on cathedral wall--
God's benediction on us all--
One blessing more.
Spirit of night, the soul of day;
Just how it glows no one can say,
Save that it be some heavenly ray
Sent on before.
Whose jewelled splendour typifies
The glory of the world that lies
Beyond the Gates of Paradise
Forever more.
by Fred Emerson Brooks
Postby gingerkid » Wed Mar 02, 2011 12:18 pm
"The Black Opal"
dedicated to Percy Marks
The Orchid Gem, a fairy crown;
Like bits of stars that tumbled down
In dusky settings blue or brown
Long ages yore.
The virtues of all gems we know,
Whate'er their lustre, hue or glow,
Australia's own black opals show,
And something more.
The morning's blush; the golden ray
The clouds on fire at close of day;
The purpled hills where wild flowers play
That nature bore.
The rose confessing to the dew;
The fickle ocean's changing hue;
The Southern Cross in midnight blue;
And these and more.
The palette where Jehovah laid
His ever colour, every shade,
To paint the universe he made
Both sea and shore.
A shattered rainbow in a shell,
Its glories hidden where it fell;
The gem without a parallel--
All this and more.
Mother of fire that never burns;
Whichever way the jewel turns
Some new aurora one discerns
Unseen before.
When mother earth laid bare her breast
To show what jewels she possessed,
Black opal far outshone the rest
And something more.
A cupid's heart on fire 'twould seem;
Or speckled trout in mountain stream;
The love glow in a maiden's dream
When hearts adore;
As sunbeams through rose windows fall
In haloes on cathedral wall--
God's benediction on us all--
One blessing more.
Spirit of night, the soul of day;
Just how it glows no one can say,
Save that it be some heavenly ray
Sent on before.
Whose jewelled splendour typifies
The glory of the world that lies
Beyond the Gates of Paradise
Forever more.
by Fred Emerson Brooks