Best Zodiacs Poems
Paradoxes perceived....
Alas, afore perditions peremptory paroxysms passing
Recompense, aneath this incantations au revoirs pier?!
Intensity wrought forth amid the speculums mist
Surging slicing waves rolling in; brevitations acme ~
This cresendos apsis, imploding both place and time; time
Sending forth a zephyrs horizontal vortex greeting unto, these assimilations....
Subsistences sumbliminal portals now weighing forlorns images; moribunds
Sanguinary lineage, ill-poised at the gates of reapings; centuries they have sown!?
Turpitudes brazen vizard standing tall and holding fast unto these
Still, sacrilegious hexagons misconceiving beliefs; charmless fruits upon their vines
Kwashiorkors bitter continuums in this state of morass', mummering morbid ways....
Alas, afore perditions peremptory paroxsyms passing
Recompense, aneath this incantations au revoirs pier?!
Cresendos apsis horizontal zephyrs vortex; assimilations twilight
Greeting, augars ziggurat surging slicing waves, now rolling in ~
Brevitations ominous acme soon to forever pass this; Zodiacs....
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....Day of The Dead!?
Form:
The initiate was in a highly decorate room and on the walls were past presidents of the society. Above him the ceiling was roofed with the heavens and the sun was surrounded by the 12 zodiacs.
The initiate stood below and by the altar in the center of the hall in front of him were three light lamps for the Sun, the Moon and Mercury.
The initiate was at 40 degree parallel to the land and right angle of the Sun and was in front of the arc which ran from South to North. Next to him was a deity name Langford who was Lord of the Land or the Earth.
The initiate watched as Langford exercised a ritual to active the lay-lines on the Earth via the 40 degree parallel that connected to other lay-lines that connected to other lay-lines and so on.
The initiate and the people in the hall who watched his initiation their energy were added to that of the ritual performed by Langford.
The initiated felt light-headed and confused but he did agree to the ceremony and was ushered into the myster of the bar of the mysteries.
The initiated was never to be heard from or seen again.
Grace Harbour
First into Grace Harbour
Me in classic sailboat
At anchor alone
In Desolation Sound
Where silence reveals the place
And the world is bigger
Because I can hear its’ vastness
It’s Bioacoustic diversity
Seals surface, gulls dive, water ripples.
A breeze in a cedar whispers
The buzz of a bumblebee.
The distant whistle of an eagle trembles in air
And falling droplets of rain taste of spruce.
The very place sparkles in silent sound and my soul is still
No need to block out
The combat zone of flashing messages.
From CNN and Fox.
But stillness of silence
Is reflected in blue water
and framed by oyster encrusted rocks,
While green and orange algae talk
Tidal pools and purple sea stars walk
And I can hear the world as music.
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War, bombs and shrapnel.
Roaring yachts arrive like Hummers or tanks from Kandahar
Stacked high with gadgets, guns hanged,
Travelling as a pack of waking house-mobiles
To conquer wilderness with bars, showers, propane barbecues
Gas generators, deep freezers, and boom-boxes
All sorts of folks; models in bikinis with pedigree dogs.
Fashion ladies in silk that launch revving zodiacs
To carry standard poodles for an urgent pee.
Then ‘A Tea Cup Yorkshire terrier’ yelps
At a Jack Russell that barks at a Chihuahua
As a Dachshund and Afghan Hound take offense
In frenzied jealousy.
Big hipped humans scream ashore in tenders.
Acoustic awareness numbed
The get-away-from-it-allers that bring it all always, partied.
As night fell they turned the generators off
“I haven’t seen any wildlife”, said one,
“There was more to feed at the zoo”
Said the other boomer
“Yea, where’s the loon.”
Fixed ideas of progress consume.
Then our mother moon
In full dress exposed an array of limpets
Of many sizes and shapes all clinging to obvious rocks
Exchanging freedom for the security
Of a defensive shell of fixed ideas
And automated reflexes.
It is useless to talk kindly to a limpet
One must detach it by main force.
After breakfast, colorful dawn, everyflying gull happy in journey.
Knowledge luminates migration, Neptune's ocean pervails.
Quavering, raging, sparkling, thunderous, unquiet,
Visualizing waves.
XII younder zodiacs above.
you've heard me speak of zodiacs
your face is giving weird looks
with me staring right on back
so i started to read in one of my books
it's one of the books with signs in chinese
"so surprising" not what you'd expect
so i'm breaking you in with a tender ease
but with total honesty and respect
now i'll proberbly be causing myself alot of strife
but it says your a typical pig
no honest on my mundane life
not only that but it's written quite big
well i thought that sounded quite bad
my sign said i'm worse than that
when i turnt over the page and how sad
i ended up being a bloody rat!!!!
Form:
...Taurus sat across from Sagittarius as she opened her gift. We watched in awe of this... With a smile & a laugh she had slain our hearts, but Taurus was a goner. The other Zodiacs knew that we would never see Taurus again... T'was now his destiny to remain with Sagittarius... for all eternity. It could be said that none of us ever truly left. A tiny bit of us ?? would always be with them.
Comets taking a self guided tour
So many to drink in without a slur
Mystical and genuine, both are a plenty
Antares is a fundamental of my entity
The only commonality is their drawings among the stars
As Tellurians, we claim many of them are among ours
Signs are clearly visible in the clear night sky airs
Are six and two totally opposite sets of pairs?
Perhaps all are well read bibliomaniacs
That pledge allegience to the zodiacs
A boy turned into a man by night
I was raised by the sun,
From childhood to adolescence
Growing and reforming like the universe,
I've descended to ascend once more,
Opening star gates and portals,
Destroying obstacles as i escalate to the next level,
breaking ceilings and annihilating my enemies,
Dark visions for these colossal dreams,
Supernova thoughts as new stars are born,
No zodiacs: no constellations
Just a telescope to envision,
Those far inner desires but watching
out for false portions in my discoveries,
Multiplying my will power-
By tapping into my roots,
Tracing my footsteps as they lead me back to the cave,
Life is a journey and I went hunting,
A hunter gatherer: I'm feeding my children,
Those ego's: to stop them from crying!
A mortal man with monstrous wants,
From barbarous shouts to tamed thoughts,
Concave pyramids as I build my temple resonating hymns,
A ceiling of fears so I smash the top to see the outcome;
And an altar to under take my work,
And im "giving" it a name:
The great work, for this planned plan
I gotta thank the greats:
The masons, magicians, alchemists, magi's and seers:
My parents, those builders,
My foes those challengers,
And those strangers in the background doing magic.
A life learned
From a mortal man to a spiritual being
O' "I" thank you.
The twelve zodiacs
In the Chinese calendar
Signifies twelve potentialities
Twelve characters
Twelve charms
All will contribute to
The varieties and success of the world
One may believe that
The pig - simple and easily satisfied are non-crime committing
The dog - alert for dangers give warning in times
The rooster-give morning calls for a fresh day work, so abiding and loyal
The monkey-inquisitive though, add laughters to cheer up the world
The sheep-a coat of protection from freezing and so hardships
The horse-galloping like a swift wind, symbolizing energetic will bring success
The snake-a winding movement to escape from blockades and hardships in a wise way
The dragon-signifies prosperity, and dreams will come true with hardworks
The rabbit-soft and humble in nature
The tiger-energetic and powerful
The ox-hardworking and enduring
The rat-active even in the darkness of misfortunes
These twelve distinguishing characters of mankind
Will decide the future of the world tomorrow
Constellations condensed! Milky-Way manifested!
Wizardry, like Aladdin lamp, timely tested!
A mini animal kingdom: Great! Mild and wild!
Zodiac zone is puzzle of senile-smile piled!
Centered on greatest light-giver, the sun's movements,
Creaming the birth-death layers with sun-moon complements;
Adding stars to them like salt to delicacy,
Or sugar or honey to fresh juice fallacy...
Pleasing pure personality pearls of persons,
Like fine film fares, full of fancy fragile fashions;
Pulsating movements, like the heart-beat, so rhythmic,
Convincing humans to move toward the cosmic...
Ego, though glittering gold, dares determine,
Goals gearing and motivating dire discipline;
Emotions, habits and cultures grandly blending,
Like wheels of cart harmoniously suspending...
Mother earth; life-giving water; infinite sky;
Cleansing fire; and air the preserving breathe nigh;
It's incorporation of all five elements,
Yet there are, like bones in flesh, split psychic movements…
Zodiacs, like weather-cocks, once did indicate,
Season's surges and formidable farmer's fate;
Zodiac zone is a world great with all fullness,
Each creature has its birth chart in its sea-vastness...!
04 December 2021
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The Zodiacs delivered a gift to Virgo... A puppy. She fed him every day and forged a close bond. One day when Virgo returned from a journey she found that Amos had not touched his food. Having fed him everyday; Amos would consume nothing if Virgo wasn't there... Affably the Zodiacs told her "You must never leave him again for surely he would starve to death!" The feelings were mutual... "My dearest Amos, your love to me is like the sun! You must never go away for surely I would wither and perish!"
Public buildings are burning under a horoscope of learning, the zodiacs are aligning into a confinement of coercing. A people begging for some peace maybe a chance to pause repeat, hypothetical formalities are what we continue to feed.
Maybe in another time not much different from our own, we could walk the streets without these hoods, and not expect to get stoned.
In reality we are burdened with another's cross to bear, while children sleep in our streets and no one seems to care.
Santa isn't coming this year thanks to our parents and their addiction, a white Christmas habit is becoming a child's affliction.
Similar in color our elders transfuse an ignorance, singing blues of the damn'd with every school lesson we've ever missed.
One day we'll live our lives just like you lived your own, passing down to our children all the seeds that you have sewn. Bloodlines to keep conflicting all the amenities we are committing to the selfish and the helpless mouths as we continue in this force feeding.
Helen, Troyless
by Michael R. Burch
"The face that launched a thousand ships..."
Helen, bright accompaniment,
accouterment of war as sure as all
the polished swords of princes groomed to lie
in mausoleums all eternity...
The price of love is not so high
as never to have loved once in the dark
beyond foreseeing. Now, as dawn gleams pale
upon small wind-fanned waves, amid white sails, ...
now all that war entails becomes as small,
as though receding. Paris in your arms
was never yours, nor were you his at all.
And should gods call
in numberless strange voices, should you hear,
still what would be the difference? Men must die
to be remembered. Fame, the shrillest cry,
leaves all the world dismembered.
Hold him, lie,
tell many pleasant tales of lips and thighs;
enthrall him with your sweetness, till the pall
and ash lie cold upon him.
Is this all? You saw fear in his eyes, and now they dim
with fear's remembrance. Love, the fiercest cry,
becomes gasped sighs in his once-gallant hymn
of dreamed "salvation." Still, you do not care
because you have this moment, and no man
can touch you as he can... and when he's gone
there will be other men to look upon
your beauty, and have done.
Smile?woebegone, pale, haggard. Will the tales
paint this?your final portrait? Can the stars
find any strange alignments, Zodiacs,
to spell, or unspell, what held beauty lacks?
Published by The Raintown Review, Triplopia, The Electic Muse, The Chained Muse, The Pennsylvania Review, and in a YouTube recital by David B. Gosselin
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Oh, if you peep thru the window
Of my soul you will see the real me
Not the one you’ve read from the book
Of ever daunting shadows
Not the image portrayed by the world
Of silent scraggy whisperers
I regret not, if you chose not to
Open your heart for me
I pity not, myself, if you believed more
On the magical power of zodiacs
Of eternal love, where Sagittarius prince meet
The peasant Gemini in parallel realm of wonders
You locked your mind without even trying
Or, at least you gave time the benefit of doubts
Of knowing the true me, the Pisces
Sad, indeed, that your reckless ego betrayed you
By the glitzy offers and folly of materialism
Still, you’re in me, just peep thru the window
Of my soul you’ll see yourself, but…a memory
For it’s too late, I now have Aquarius twins
Stars in the sky are maps of the world.
They have led many to lands never seen.
In the beginning were the Gods and,
The constellations showed us the way.
These stars or Zodiacs as many call them,
Are memorialize as the Gods and beasts,
From the heavens above.
Poseidon ruled the oceans as Aphrodite,
Gave luck and love to sailor's on their,
Fateful journey.
So oceans and stars aligned with each,
Other so that ships had maps of the world.
Praying and idolizing the Gods gave,
Them passage to the new world.