Armenian Pearl Poem by Scott Stanley Davis

Armenian Pearl



An Armenian Pearl, A man I am going to critique, he is not a greek and not from Mozambique, he is a man soft spoken and kind and surreal, is he for real? I can tell you this for sure, so lets give this a grand tour. I will not tell you about all his struggles or even his troubles, because this is all so common even among all his cousins. Now pearls as gemstones and objects of beauty for many centuries, and because of this, the word pearl has become a metaphor for something very rare, fine, admirable, and valuable. They have a soft tissue (heart) surrounded by a hard outer shell (struggles of life) and that is no lie. His people were the first to follow christ, as they bear his cross and follow his life, endless waves of struggles have not caused their faith to juggle, but there it remains as strong as brass knuckles. Jack is his name an Armenian in all its ways, proud of his people as he proclaims, and sings their songs, some even from Colorado springs: Loves flowers and plants and will grow them in towers if he can, A green thumb is in his hands, something you can't read about only if you can. Lamps and lights are in his room, as he tends to his garden as they all bloom. I never heard an unkind word, I never saw anger even slurred; If the meek shall inherit the earth, then I just met one an Armenian at birth.

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Scott Stanley Davis

Scott Stanley Davis

Indianapolis, Indiana
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