I love gemstone roughs! They are so fascinating.
I have been collecting gemstones for a few years now, and I tell you what, it is so fascinating that God has made all these things, so precious that sometimes I am simply tempted to get every piece of fine rare little piece of rough gemstone at slightest opportunities.
Sometimes also, I am simply amazed at the array of pleasant colors and very unique properties that characterize these little fascinating treasures.
Dealing in gemstones can be quite rewarding too. Purchasing or buying some very rare roughs that appreciates with time and season could be a wonderful way of collecting very tangible treasures and passing them on to generations. The ceaseless radiant beauty that is associated with jewelries made of gemstone materials; make them the very likeably adorned by many especially at unique and special occasions like weddings and also by celebrities. All these, make excellent rough gemstones collecting a profitable and worthwhile venture.
I have been quite passionate about excellent gemstones collecting, I read a lot about gemstones, their various features and colors, new discoveries, popular gemstones and I have not failed to continue to invest reasonably in this great venture because gemstones will only appreciate thereby, adding value to me.
I also love gemstones because of their significance. A lot of them have very unique and reasonable traditional significance such as birth and anniversary representation. A stone like Alexandrite (the rarest of all birth stone) for instance is the birthstone for those born in June and one of the popular choices for a fifty-fifth wedding anniversary.
These gemstones incidentally, have been widely distributed by God himself in various regions and various countries of the world ranging from Nigeria, USA, Australia, Brazil, Russia, Parkistan, India, Afghanistan, Kenya, Tanzania and a whole lot of other places around the globe.
I have simply been able to put some of my little available collections of these excellent roughs together in my website at http://cryativegems.com. Here, you would have the opportunity of seeing rare gemstones especially from Africa.
I also collect beautiful and unique local arts and crafts especially those made with sand - I mean just the “ordinary sand you step on”. You can view my crafts shop here: http://cryativetreasures.cryativegems.com
Happy viewing.
Best Regards
Ikem
I am a webdesigner, gemstone collector and supplier; I also collect unique crafts and arts and currently the owner of cryativegem Inc.
1) Tone of Minnesota
There are the woods, where time has treaded
This is Minnesota, here where the winds talk and
Rise on the ancient rivers; where the virgin woods
Nurtures the autumn leaves and winter roots…
The land of many lakes where the skies shout,
Yell the greatness of the passing years:
Reflect the green of the wood’s wild paradise.
The pioneers, the seeds that brought life here…;
…here, is where the deer and elk have fed,
Where huge log cabins, were build by men.
Where there were many tribes of ruling Indians.
Here came the annals of an unborn state…
Whose peoples fought for destinies and dreams?
Who made their fate; the Minnesotans,
Their character now reckoned, great!…
#935 12/1/05
2) The Old Heath
(Minnesota Winter)
Winter seems to me more nostalgic
Now that I’m aging with gray;
But I always liked the fire
Of a heath (a warm fireplace).
Flames that flicker, doors that groan
Windows that rattle,
And warm: warm old bones,
Of a Heath (a warm fireplace).
I like the gleam of the heath
The spell, upon the room,
I always seem to drift a little
By the fireplace of the room.
Winter seems to me more nostalgic
Flames that flicker, doors that groan
I like the gleam of the heath
Now that I’m growing old!…
#938 12/2/05
3) Comin’ O’ Winter
(In Minnesota)
Lord! It’s good to feel the comin ‘ o’ winter
Not Spring!
To vision the furrows of snow drifting
Around my cold, cold feet!
See the winter’s harsh banks start to
Grow, grow, grow…
Hear the flicker of the birds heading
Down south!…
Boy! It’s great to feel the comin’ of
Winter… not Spring!
(Because I won’t be here! I’ll be
Down south, where it’s warm!!)
#936 12/1/05
4) Th’ Ol Mississippi
(A Minnesota Poem)
That’s th’ ol Mississippi River
Ripplin’, dimplin’ down Minnesota.
Down south she’s kind of muddy,
But up here she’s like a Queen!
Wanting to play a moody scene!
Peaceful now she looks; boilin’
She can be…
And that’s why I live in St. Paul
Where she’s thin and her wit
Is a bit lean…!
But she’s wise and she fool’ us
Now and then…up around the
ol’ Minnesota bends.
#837 12/1/2005
In Spanish
Translated by Nancy Penaloza
Poemas De invierno
- de Minnesota
1) Colorido de Minnesota
Hay bosques, donde el tiempo tiene pisadas-
Esto es Minnesota, aqu donde los vientos hablan y
Nacen sobre los ros antiguos; donde los bosques vrgenes
Nutren las hojas de otoo y races de invierno…
La tierra de muchos lagos donde el grito de los cielos,
Gritan la grandeza de los aos que pasan:
Reflejando el verdor del paraso salvaje de madera.
Los pioneros, las semillas que trajeron la vida aqu…;
…Aqu, es donde el ciervo y el alce tienen alimento,
Donde enormes cabaas de tronco, fueron construidos por hombres.
Donde haba muchas tribus de indios dirigentes.
De aqu vinieron las memorias de un estado no nacido…
Que pueblos lucharon por destinos y sueos?
Quien hizo el destino; del Minnesotano,
Su carcter ahora bien considerado!…,
*935 12/1/05
… 2) El Viejo Brezal
(Invierno de Minnesota)
El invierno me parece ms nostlgico
Ahora que envejezco con el color gris;
Pero siempre me gustaba el fuego
De un brezal (una chimenea caliente).
Las llamas que parpadean, puertas que gimen
Ventanas que repiquetean,
Y calientes: calientes huesos viejos,
De un Brezal (una chimenea caliente).
Me gusta el destello del brezal
El pronunciamiento, sobre el cuarto,
Siempre parezco ir un poco a la deriva
Por la chimenea del cuarto.
El invierno me parece ms nostlgico
Llamas que parpadean, puertas que gimen
Me gusta el destello del brezal
Ahora que envejezco!…
*938 12/2/05
3) La llegada del invierno
(En Minnesota)
Seor! Est bien sentir la llegada del invierno
No la Primavera!
La visin de los surcos de nieve amontonados
Por mis fros, fros pies!
Mirar las orillas speras del invierno comenzar a
Crecer, crecer, crecer…
Or el aleteo de los pjaros dirigiéndose
Abajo al sur!…
Muchacho! Es agradable sentir la llegada del
Invierno… no la Primavera!
(Por que no estaré aqu! Estaré
Abajo en el sur, dnde es caliente!)
*936 12/1/05
4) El viejo Mississippi
(Un Poema de Minnesota)
Este es el viejo Ro Mississippi -
“Ondulando, turbio” bajo Minnesota.
Sur abajo ella es algo fangosa,
Pero aqu arriba ella parece una Reina!
Deseando jugar una escena caprichosa!
Ahora pacficamente bella; “hirviendo”
Ella puede estar…
Y es por eso que vivo en Saint Paul
Dnde ella es clara y su ingenio
Es poco difcil…!
Pero ella es sabia y ella nos engaa
Ahora y entonces…arriba alrededor del
-viejo Minnesota encurvado.
*837 12/1/2005
See Dennis’ web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
