The deepest mine gives purest stones,
of sapphire eyes and diamond tears.
The darkest nook hides murder bones,
that yearn to scream their story dear.
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Scrape the skin of earthen mounds,
revealing gems so fair, so fine.
Midnight walks, deserted towns,
embrace foul shadows dressed to dine.
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On rubies dipped in molten gold,
lay draped and searing milk-white throats.
While foolish flailing miners bold,
thrust sterile hips to Pan’s wry notes.
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Her jaded jade mind, green with envy,
his turquoise marbles, blue with lust,
bear no substance, shatter freely,
return to Mother, return as dust.
You had me at murder bones! I didn’t know you wrote brilliant poetry too😊
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That line was for you…
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And I appreciate the gift😊
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It’s those who put in the labor to mine who find the most precious and durable gems.
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Why do we even value such things? I certainly don’t. I keeping humming Sleeping Beauty’s dwarves’ song, “We don’t know what we dig them for we just dig, dig diggadig, dig.”
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That’s a good point. They’re just rocks really. I guess they have a good metaphorical value if you’re not into money and bragging.
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Well, you’re equally good at writing poetry.
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Yea, this is different for you. “Not seen this side of you” sounds like something a shrink would say to a patient.
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Well, that’s kinda true when it comes to Duke.
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Waiting for the end to come, with flashing bright lights and a warm embrace, be at peace for you are here and you are welcomed with open arms and hearts that soar. As my mom would say Your a poet and don’t know it.
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I’ve not seen this side of you. Please continue. Nice poem. Duke
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There, lurking, since I was twelve. Thanks. Will do.
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How very melodic.
The final stanza was so well crafted.
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