They arrived by cab, made a getaway in a BMW, jumped into a Mercedes, then passed the jewels to a man on a motorbike.

Henry was loving, funny, intelligent and sweet. He was a high quality jeweler. We will miss him dearly for he will remain a permanent gem in our heart.

An apostrophe poem addressing nature.

Its about the rarity of our parents and of being soulmates and lovers and husband and wife. Its about real pure gems. Its moonlight chasing sunlight.

A gift to cherish.

Lo! it often falls off my hands,
crashes into crumbs of dried mud
but I worry not like the King Jamshed
sipping regal wine from his Bowl Of Gems,
precarious, lest it fell from his hand
and shattered into broken splints.

[her tears bring me down]. on my knees I gathered her tears and with em wrote this poem.

Poetry.

A Nonet using gems and semi-precious stones as decriptions for the colors of nature.

This morning at Mother Brown’s I began to sing not to show off. Singing helps me deal with the unfair-ness of life. I had the most joy working as an extra on a TV drama series. Still, my thoughts are with Hasani Campbell. I know his foster dad failed the polygraph test. Most people at Mother Brown’s believe he has something to do with Hasani Campbell’s disappearance. For me, the test means nothing, I am 92% sure on what I know. Yeah! I know society wants me to keep my mouth shut.