....what are stars?
together as one they are
lights upon a darken sky.
a reminder lucid and clear
we are not one and alone.
....what are stars?
radiant upon the dark sky
twinkling, shinning bright.
bright like a lovers eyes.
in silent awe we sit and stare.
....what are stars?
are they inspiration for poets?
are they inspiration for musicians?
a muse for every one alike.
a muse for a romantic interlude
....what are stars?
are they a astrologists mystery,
an never ending debate
of who is wrong, who is right.
the answer the greatest mystery of all
....what are stars?
are they signs of many
other alien galaxies.
or just nature`s
twisted joke on us.
....what are stars?
are they exploding vortexes in a distant sky.
creating a new raw energy,
creating a new entity of life
are they eyes watching it all come to life?
....what are stars?
are they doorways to other dimensions of time?
where the parallel existence resides.
along another path we may walk,
the opposite to the one we are on, here.
Chinese calendar, cycle twelve fine years
An animal assigned to each one without any fears
Ox, tiger, dragon, monkey, rooster and pig….
Each with their own personalities and traits so big.
I am a hare, he is a horse, and she is a snake.
Rat, sheep, and dog have arrived, make no mistake.
Astrologists study the traits and relay them back of course.
I am glad I am a dragon, and not a rat or a horse.
Astrologists look at the stars
Whilst Gypsies read palms in the bars
But Fortune lies
With alibis
So mind the lights, but watch the cars!
TWINKLES IN THE SKY
How long does a star live, millenniums,
Or perhaps multiple, unbelievable billions
Seductive, sensuous twinkles in the sky,
Brilliant, bold not shy, that meet the eye,
Maybe even several eras of zillions!
Realms of magic, explosions of light way up high,
Brilliant twinkling mischievous stars that sadly die,
Over billions of years this will occur,
Which makes my heart strings stir,
Astrologists watch and record, on them we rely.
With our latest telescopes-
We could show our little hopes.
If we have a look at night,
We could see lots of stars in which are bright.
As far as our eyes sight can go,
The stars were born billions of years ago,
Our Universe has got seven layers,
Each of them are different from others.
How big our Universe is?
Lots of astrologists completed their thesis,
Still they couldn't get reliable answer,
More works to be done in near future.
fire is this the energy of life
Irradescent heat which cures all strife
resolving the passion behind creation
easily recognised by the warm elation
fire is the ultimate friend
warms our heart with passionate trends,
feeds us with energy our batteries charged
helps nature to cleanse the earth, though charred
astrologists say that fire is an element sign
means being an Aquarian heat is just fine,
fire will feeds us with hot food keeping us strong,
full of vitamins to keep us healthy all life long
strength of fire equals it with the other elements
the four together make life worthwhile.....that's evident
penned 28/04/2016
A subtle carol echoes of the evening
Upon bended knee I am arrested
Betwixt strange refrains
Shaking the floorboards of Teicu
The evocative moans amplify
The foolish peacemaker of astrologists
The English dream of poetry
Those I coaxed by death
Were the witnesses of the tragedy
And were familiar with its ballad
Crafted the design ‘tis conceptual ***********
Eradicated their honor for vanilla threads
As they shimmy and shimmy
They defile elongated hankering
And retreated in the greenhouse of Woodstock
Its language made iconic by efficacious character
Having often been labeled an experiment
Broadening its brilliance along death’s boulevard
‘tis she who was the stunning one
Her language made sacred by her iconic fame
A long time controversial reference
An automaton, an origin of extraterrestrial etiology
The evocative moans ensnares the tourist
Astrologists were wrong when they said I never show my emotions.
I've always been the outcast and the crybaby of the family but poetry is my devotion.
I don't care who knows or finds out about my secret love.
My emotions can't set me free from this cage like the whitest dove.
Should I keep going or stop my writing motion?
God was wrong when he sent me to be born on September Eleventh.
I'm nothing like a Virgo, please just call me an Amaranth.
War, love, and hate describe me on any given day.
When I look at her, the war ends and I'm tempted to stay.
In my mind I'm another ordinary kid that arrived the umpteenth.
They say the light shining from the far distant star
Has been streaming for eons. It's coming so far,
The star that has sent it may no longer be there.
My mind can't comprehend that light comes from nowhere.
The astrologists tell us, so it must be so
There's much more to the universe than we now know.
I just know what my senses tell me and they say
The star still shines from there, though it's far, far away,
As my heart still refutes what they've told me is true,
You've been taken away and the love that we knew
Is over and I must go on with a life
That is empty of meaning, if I'm not your wife.
As the lovely light tells me the star is still there
So my love burning brightly assures me you're near.
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