Best Astrological Poems
Astrology can be so surprising
But get your moon outta my house I don’t care if your planet is rising.
Ball, orb, globe, bubble,
I hope that by using sphere words it won’t get me into trouble.
I was born without a fuss
Between Capricorn and Aquarius that’s how I learned how to cusp.
A temple. A swastika. And a bean bag. Roll roll roll. A fist. A baton. A baked lemon pie. Give to a very large troll. With or without a beard is not a face without a calm serenity. And a grinning pea plays hula hoop and hop scotch with an olive. For big points. 5 + 1 = 73152.00 and therefore a percentage is quite immense. Oh an economic growth rate praying in paper. Satisfaction does not derive from ingestion nor talking. Talking talented twisting taking trapping teasing tapering topiaries'. And a dew ball. Great. Good isn't it. At an alarming rate a first class fare sleeps. And thus arrival is neither planned nor penned. But notice boards are if great use in a swimming baths aren't they? Going to the drawers now are we? Great. Signals a freshness. A renewal. A swept house. Xxxx ecliptic eccentric economic exploitation. No *** to that. Z says "astrologically" z
ASTROLOGICAL AMOURS--
Candid starlight
Shines over oceans view;
Breathe taking beautiful moonlit chooses to invite
The shadows of darkness kisses
Lunar and solar wishes
Emancipated galaxies explosion
Eroded fallacies of common insurgences
Lunar and solar wishes
Breathe taking beautiful moonlit chooses to invite
Bliss afforest bliss
The shadows of darkness kisses
amours astrological
1/26/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Another day in the neighborhood
Quizzically reaching out to
Understand the world about,
Alert to mysteries,
Remembering to smile
In the midst of the inquiry
Until, sated in energy,
Solitary silence heals again.
I'm crazy sign of the aquarium
I am Just one person not various
you're crazy, sign of virgin
you are the one i'm searching
to be soul mate, a pair of geniuses
I heard a voice in the wind - it whispered softly to me,
words of wisdom quietly spoken,
Only the moon and stars bore witness- for these were the words of hope,
these were the words of liberation- listen with your heart- for you may hear them too.
I walked quickly to my home- to my whitewashed house by the sea,
the place of my solitude- where my mirror still hangs precariously on the wall,
the moon and stars lit my way- though I knew it well- who would not worship the night skies help,
And, there the fireplace awaited me.
she pranced amongst the fiery stars,
elated to flee the everlasting night.
the sun cries on my sensitive canvas;
a stark wind grabs the brush to continue.
can’t help but fall into a slumber abyss,
singing sprites that light the day will ensue.
I lie back into by beaming star's lust,
dreading to come back to a life I distrust.
thy calm enamors doth rain on me,
conjuring this swaying spirit, I flee.