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Another bad hair day, another stone,
One look at me and you may turn to stone.
If you don't want a cherry tree growing
Out of your head, don't swallow a cherry stone.
No, I would not believe it — Kate and Mick?
No Moss is gathered by a Rolling Stone.
Igneous, sedimentary, metamorphic,
A pebble, a boulder, a rock, a stone.
Yes, sticks and stones may break my bones, but words
Will never hurt or break a heart of stone.
If you pass through the graveyard, stop a while,
Ponder the inscription on each headstone.
Alas, a poet without a muse — alas,
A ruby without sunlight — just a stone.
From some fell project lifted, this triage-shorn stone
has voyaged to a new ghIgh as the cornerstone.
His blind ferocity defied all battle-jabs
until the day he met a falling cornice stone.
A wall, the pride of lunar architecture where
a billion years of sunshine-kiss has worn the stone . . .
No further augmentation may her light acquire:
you give her diamonds, her rich flame adorns the stone.
Graywyvern in the winter glare of empire's furl
flickers, his disparity forlorn as stone.
ghIgh: Klingon, 'necklace' = slang for "assignment, task, duty"
Ghaza becomes a tomb of stone
encased within a wall of stone.
Tongues of flame lick the earth
cast by soldiers with hearts of stone
Cries of grief fill the air,
homes dissolve in the collapse of stone
Children flee from ruined schools
registering defiance with flights of stone.
We watch our leaders promise peace,
as if they think with heads of stone
What to do Abu Mahmoud? I say
strike back hard with hands of stone.
Next to my wife in my wedding photograph, it seems, stands a stone —
How on earth did that brave woman have the heart to romance a stone?
I puzzle and struggle, trying to understand my fellow human beings
Imagine the fakir who understands a plant, an animal; understands a stone . . .
I raise my arms to the Heavens, praying for a lump of Gold to fall
But God chuckles, and as always, drops in my hands a stone!
The infant leaps into existence, and lands a man with the burden of Being
The innocent feather leaps into air, trying to fly, and lands a stone
They scream and dance, after stone-heartedly killing humans in the name of God
What do they call me who silently watches, refuses to dance? "A stone!"
Are these geometric, concentric ripples in the pond the handiwork of God?
Or was it just me, lost in thought, throwing — just by chance — a stone?
The atheists have a point when they say "Wake up, idol-worshippers!"
"On whom are you wasting your faith and your prayers and your mantras and chants — a Stone?!"
They keep praising God for his complex, intricate creation of all Mankind
But under the illusion of emotion and infinite beauty, Man's a stone
Where to begin and then end this saga of stone?
On Mt. Sinai with the Ten Commandments of stone?
With the mighty megaliths of Britain's Stonehenge?
Start we will from the beginning when there was stone?
Centuries ago some built fires in caves of stone,
Drew wild animals and hunters on walls of stone.
On dark nights some read moving stars — measured the moon —
And for each month some chose a special precious stone.
Behold the pyramids and amphitheaters
Enduring the centuries — monuments of stone.
Nothing is more lasting than a flat slab of rock,
Why streams flow along many pebbled beds of stone.
As people reborn some live the life of the Son,
His stone from the tomb found rolled back on Easter morn.
Relieving us all of weariness in our bones;
Fateful death lays us low at the foot of a stone.
Content will I be with B. J. G. chiseled there
While forever reposing in that outer zone.