This week's prompt is from Linda, with apologies for being late:
All that is valuable is not gold or money, not even diamonds or rubies, Some of the most treasured things on earth have no monetary value other than life itself. What is that treasure for you? What is your ultimate treasure in the universe that has no trade value but you would give everything rather than do without it.
THE WOMAN WHO LOVES CHOCOLATE
ReplyDelete" it has no hinges. it has no lid. but inside golden treasure is hid " - riddle from " the hobbit "
her golden braids
and pearly gaze
reminds me of ruby cheeked maids
leads me through a diamond maze
the rich silk of her skin
makes me want to forget
and begin
catch me in your emerald eyed net
yep. it's silver, not tin
answer to the riddle..an egg.
I like this, and especially the images which ar so tangibly presented. Nice work.
DeleteI agree with Tasha. you gave us some lovely images with this on.
Deletethanks tash. should have worked platinum in there somewhere, but was pushed for time - love - paul.
Deletethanks bonita. just read it to the lady that it is about.....she blushed....i blushed too - love - paul.
DeleteVery nice imagery and no misogyny. Nicely done.
Deletethanks vic. all my friends are women, apart from a few guys from back in the old days. the lady this poem is about is special......but she doesn't know she is......smells nice too - love - paul.
DeleteMy Greatest Treasure
ReplyDeleteHow do I count them, my golden hoard,
what I believe I could not live without?
What do I value the most of all
How can I begin to choose?
I could live without sight though I truly would miss
Sunsets and rainbows, the smiles, of my friends,
I could live without sweetness or taste of good food,
I've memories enough.
If my children should vanish I'd miss them, I know,
Yet I'd go on living as best as I could.
If I lost the use of my legs or my hands,
I believe I'd manage somehow.
Yet there is one thing I could not live without,
The love that I feel so deep in my heart,
the love my beloved returns with such joy,
without which I'd just fade away
yes love is a real treasure no one could live without.
Delete" love is all you need " - the beatles. yeah, i could live without the rest of it - love - paul.
DeleteLovely poem, although I cannot imagine living without my children. That line sort of threw me for a loop. LOL.
DeleteNor can I,yet they must follow heir own paths, and sometimes that is not harmonious with ours One must be prepared for such, eh? Detachment is a life lesson.
DeleteThe sun on my face
ReplyDeletea soft summer breeze
gently ruffles my hair
arms that protect from pain
wrap around me in a warm embrace
snow flakes dancing on a cold winter day
white mountains majestic against the sky
ice cycles like crystals hang From trees
create a magical wonderland
The seasons change with color and grace
I fear we will lose these simple pleasures
if we don't change our ways and see
The earth for the treasure it is to be nourished
and loved. we need to take care
we don't destroy what we have
Lose it all to our selfish arrogance
that we can take and take and never
consider the impact we make as we us up
Valuable resources, pollute the world with ignorance
this is what I cherish most...
the earth that feeds us needs us
To reverse our ways and nourish her as she nourishes us
this is the treasure I would miss the most
the joy of living on this beautiful planet
So very true, you say it very beautifully.
Deletemany treasures there bonita. the snow wasn't a treasure today though. most of it seemed to end up down the back of my neck ha ha - love - paul.
DeleteDon't know how I missed this the first time around . Beautiful sentiment and nicely written poem.
Deletegonna have to be straight up on the screen. i got distracted by a ladies braids.
ReplyDeleteFOOLS GOLD
you promised our love would never grow old
but it was fools gold i was sold
all the lies shattered like diamond shards
time to throw away those valentine cards
and the words of ancient bards
looked in her treasured chest
and found an empty nest
my jewelled phoenix bird had flown
off to parts unknown.
phew!!! made it, with minutes to spare - paul.
this is beautiful...…
DeleteI love the take on the poem, and ok, sometimes heartbreak DOES make for a good poem.
Deletethanks bonita. i'm guessing you know who this poem is about - love - paul.
Deleteheartbreak and i are old friends vic. that billy shakespeare guy and those ancient greek dudes knew about this stuff ha ha - love - paul.
DeleteNicely put,and genuine.
Deletethanks tash. i'm sometimes better with a deadline - love - paul.
DeleteSorry I'm not commenting lately -- right now it's one more thing than i can do. But here's an older poem about treasures of a sort.
ReplyDeleteTwo poems, actually, that are sort of companion pieces.
THE MASKED MAN IN LOVE: I
THE MASKED MAN IN LOVE: i
I come from
the corners of the earth trailing glory
the wind roars
rams dance
and ships cut through giant waves
at my command
I make dogs bark
and when I pass through your town
you'll know it
because when the wind blows east to west
I make the grass bend west to east
these things I'll do for anyone
But I'd give you
old things
like certain parts of my body
unseen and untouched by mortal woman
in over a thousand years
like trails through woods
that lead to homes unbuilt
and things that grow slowly
as babies
and things that fit in your pocket
so you can carry them anywhere
and large ungainly things
you'd have to come home to
THE MASKED MAN IN LOVE: II
I had salmon color for you
and the length of an arc
but they were already yours
Then I wanted to give you
your own body
in its original wrapper
I would have gestured over it
and made rosebuds appear
but they were there already
What else was there?
nothing that seemed more precious
Only, at home in my closet
several large performing bears
that come tumbling out
with hair that bristles
and paws that juggle
and soft, broad noses
that bump and snuffle
and blow warm breath
wow! that's all I have to say... wow!
DeleteStill love these poems. If I remember right these were among the first poems you sent me back when we met on Prodigy.
Deletesometimes our treasures turn out to be unexpected - paul.
DeleteWow, also! Such a poem and such a poet.
DeleteI don't have yet another treasure poem, and didn't have time to write one because I was working on a revision of my last treasure poem, well pirate poem. But it is much changed so I thought I'd post it again. And it's still 99% true. My only variations from fact were that her partner used a slingshot not a board and it was the Charlton Street Gang.
ReplyDeleteThe Ballad of Sadie Farrell
Sadie the Goat, on the Hudson River,
was a pirate of great renown,
but first earned her name by being a giver
of head butts to take her prey down.
With her partner to whack the men with a board,
in back alleys she stalked and plundered,
a vicious street mugger in the "Bloody" Fourth Ward
in New York in the late 1800s.
Sadie's long time feud with a six-foot tough
woman bouncer was very well-known.
Gallus Mag would bite when she fought, tumbled rough.
The tales were not over-blown.
Sadie the Goat fought with Gallus Mag
who bit off Sadie's ear.
So she hit the waterfront after that snag,
and saw the Charlton gang hanging near.
She watched them bumble and not steal a ship
So she took over the Charlton gang.
They stole a sloop and went off on their trip,
became pirates with full sturm and drang.
They raided farmhouses, mansions too,
along the Hudson and Harlem.
Making a fortune for herself and her crew
till the land-folk began to shoot them.
So, Sadie the Goat returned to the mainland,
and made peace with Gallus Mag,
who returned her ear which had been canned,
pickled to flaunt and to brag.
Now "Queen of the Waterfront" was her name,
back on the land she would stay.
She kept her ear in a locket, they claim,
around her neck for the rest of her days.
I do love this one! so much fun to read!
Deletenice bit of buccaneering there vic. reminded me of some pirates i knew called " the teenage lesbian knife gang " that lived in a metal ship container on the docks at sunderland. they had it done out nice with blankets and duvets and a camping cooker. with little electric push lights. nice pirate girls.....violent and psychotic, but they had every reason to be so after what they had been through. there was this time....eerrr no i can't tell you that story. everything in it is illegal - love - paul.
DeleteMmmhmm,good, and better even so.Never read about them when I was a kid. When did they live?
DeleteGreat story. Poem is getting there. Still needs work on scansion. And sturm and drang is anachronistic.
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