Since Chiron has left them
many Aries have sought out
refuge as Venus' champions
The women choose self-love
and their fun hobbies instead
of toxic meaningless romances
They'll hold up their swords
and block with their shields
forever blessed by Bellatrix
Note: This is part of my zodiac poetry collection. I wrote it this way because the Chiron in Aries transit challenged their self-worth directly. A lot of them compensate for this, but with time, they'll heal.
Earth’s soil births an amazing range of plants
whose blooms enhance environments and lives
with colors, shapes, and fragrance. Just a glance
at flowers makes us smile on Sunday drives.
Two special beauties I have long enjoyed,
tulips and honeysuckle, bloom in spring.
The climbing honeysuckle fills a void
and lightly scents the air each place it clings.
The tulips compensate for being free
of scent. Their unique shape and hardy blooms
of varied colors, a delight to see,
embellish many gardens, yards, and rooms.
Time is not lineal – in fact,
often stops and starts with
the pendulum of the heart
races ahead when joy
suffering can latch on and
drag with all the sympathy
of a rabid pit-bull – or divorce
lawyer
don’t know that I want to imagine
eternity – thinking it best I leave
that burden to God....
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All Refrains Are Not Poetry
We refrain from thinking of Time
as a limited commodity; but for
mortals, it may very well be. We tan
away on beaches, the Crap Tables
of Vegas – arguing with our loved
ones – tick, tick, tick. Overworking
can be negative. “Take time to be Holy” --
We imagine a blessed eternity to
compensate for questionable predilections.
Wasting of Time. Wasting of Time.
Tall steeples and stained glass pictorials
are spiritually transcending. Let’s hope,
if there is a heaven, that heaven is
yet indulgent of vintage intoxications.
Find your galoshes and brolly.
Rain doesn't ever have to be drab.
Stand out in flamboyant colours !
AP: Honorable Mention
I’ve always felt different.
Always feeling as if I need to act to fit in or compensate.
Always trying not to be seen.
When in doubt, a wallflower, quiet and easy to not see.
Never talking with the group, just listening.
Never dancing in public, worried too many eyes would be watching, thinking the worst.
Always missing the opportunities and experiences just to stay in her safe space.
Forever apart I still watch over you
Sometimes the pain still burns
How I try to make sense of my world now
50 times over this age ain't so lucky
Harder now to search and rescue this love I have
I build my foundations on questions with no answers
Sure I try to build a connection with others
But still that fear takes over
Over think is what I do
Over compensate for my flaws
It's an enternal war of emotion
So many scars so many tears
Long into the night is when I scream alone
In a battle with my demons
Weapon of choice hide it away
Seeking out validation for an outstanding warrant
On my peace lock it away maybe till I die
Harder it is to say to those I need
I like you I love all your about
Sometimes it seems to fall on deaf ears
Sometimes the reflection is preaching so many self absorb lies
Can't recognize the truth
In my eyes I will never be good enough
Until I find that smile from the one that can break through all my walls of insecurities.
IDEAL HARMONY
allusive
signs
manifest
exhort
&compensate
uniting
a
synthesis
of
tangible
egalitarian
phenomena
communing
alongside
subsidiary
pursuit
in
decorative
aesthetic
spectrums
No golf today
But I want to play
I think I’ll go start a war.
The weather’s too bad
Ooh it’s making me mad
I think I’ll go start a war.
Big war plans
Compensate for tiny hands
I think I’ll go start a war.
Best to attack now “Roger, Roger”
Says the old draft-dodger
I think I’ll go start a war.
He wants a peace prize
With every burger and fries
I fear he’ll go start a war.
But the commander in chief
Acts more like a thief
I think he just started a war.
I come to you not as a suitor
(Who could sue for heaven’s grace?)
nor as a lover, for lovers steal
from each other, and how can
the ocean be stolen by the stream?
You hold my hope for forgiveness
In your open hand, with a gift more sacred
Than a child’s kiss. Innocence flows
From everywhere you stand
And love from every place
You visit.
Too pure for unkind thoughts,
You insist on absolute rightness
In all things and since all things
Are in your open hand
You deserve
Pure love.
You are the gift the universe
Bestowed on me
To compensate for
My lost loves and
Lost innocence
Now found
In your
Name.
So I, for whom passion has reached an end,
sue to be, not your lover, but your friend,
once a witness to the light in your face,
now happily see that light in every place.
Christopher M. Swan 2008
I want peace
They make of me a throng tease
While I refused to be angrily steer
I made them fleer
Want to appease
But was afraid to approach
Can't hold grudge a pinch
Rather help make ease
Good but is it not to poach?
Better choose to instill
For poking at will
May cause us to encroach
Peace is apiece
Whence each felice
To compensate simplicity
Which promotes docility
Stoop for repose; stand not for subterfuge
That everyone could enjoy
The would-be harmony trying to employ
And be certain Naija is our refuge
73.
My Mother
My Mother, maybe like the others
Is conscious in family matters
I know her rags-to-money story
And money-to-rags-tragedy
When I began to be world conscious
Her presence – I was sometimes anxious
For she used to be irritable
Making my simple flaws terrible
Occasionally, she shouts at me
Eventhough I am not far from thee
Yet, my mother's ever generous
She's the one who used to buy me toys
Like Tatay, she'll not make me hungry
That's my parents' greatest legacy
Besides that, to her I attribute
My college institute
She worked for almost twenty-four hours
Burned too much her delicate eyebrows
I regret I still can't compensate
Everything she had done for me great
If given chance to reincarnate
I want for myself to be a straight
So that I'll not be again her guilt!
-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
Adopt me, take me home.
I'm not the prettiest in the litter.
I'll compensate in other ways.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Eyes compete to compensate beauty,
Beyond pleasure of reasonable duty.
Money competes to compensate value,
Before time sets another price anew...
Pen competes to compensate book...
Above muse running minds unhook.
Eraser competes to compensate error,
Against stake of consequence's terror.
Mind competes to compensate brain,
Holding unto wisdom for huge gain.
Thinking competes to compensate judgement,
Having checked through for proper assessment.
Voice competes to compensate ears,
To be calm of sweet words foaming cheers!
Tongue competes to compensate understanding,
Towards convincing points so outstanding.
Seat competes to compensate buttocks,
Cum comfort not necessarily quite deluxe.
Bed competes to compensate spinal cord,
Care sets free unlike one in the hospital's ward.
Women compete to compensate survival,
Vigilant enough of approaching rival.
Men compete to compensate growth,
Virtually for both also marriage's oath.
Competition drives value-
To compensate focus guide
And fight forces turning tide,
Against what desires pursue...
You had to be there. Literally, there.
Just hearing it removes the third dimension.
Necessity's the mother of invention?
Idea-whose-time-has-come must be the père.
But how can you replace the footlights' glare,
the acrobats' contrived, but visceral, tension?
You can't. So much is lost in a mere mention,
that wings its way to us through colourless air.
They once were princes. Now reduced to strugglers.
What use is wireless to ventriloquists?
Where did their future go? There are no answers.
The dole can never compensate the jugglers,
or anyone whose acumen consists
in sleight of hand - snake charmers or tap dancers.
There is still human kindness in the world
Offering help with wings of hope, unfurled
No glowing golden halo encircles their head
But they give courage to those facing dread
Some have a graceful gift that lights a spark
when others struggle, trying to escape the dark
Our better angels have no trace of greed
when despondent ones are filled with great need
Often, our better angels are strangers who smile
Or come to us in the innocence of a young child
A compassionate soul puts a hand on yours or mine
Someone with a tender heart, who is not Devine.
From sympathetic eyes they see teardrops fall
Sadly, some without empathy will be no help at all
There's hope that we may be such an angel one day
when someone's world has been colored in gray
Our better angels put aside bigotry and hate
Offering help when it's needed to compensate
those in need of a friend or in a time of fear
To be a helping angel, take time to lend an ear
It takes a generous person with a kind heart
who will never hesitate, their assistance to impart
their shining light gleaming in the darkest mist
Then, we know by a better angel we've been kissed
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