Three coins tossed at once; each coin is given a value of 2 or 3, depending upon whether it is tails or heads, respectively. Six such tosses make the hexagram. Some fortune-tellers use an empty tortoise shell to shake the coins in before throwing them on a dish or plate.
A Sonnet Lipo-gram No Letter A
Flyby moments of springtime, sweet impress
deeply rooted in the feel of the skin
Discern the hour of its serville prowess
then bloom with kindrid spirit, be its twin
Flowering florets with midget whole buds
sendings shivers down your comfy dorsum
Sleep inside this hothouse with silent thud
then rouse gently, like the weightless vellum
Time for betterment is here, find your pound
weigh it in, turn the compost of your plot
Let bygones be bygones, cover the grounds
with redress, then grow your own blessed lot
Hold the tortoise shell, put three coins in it,
then consult I Ching, the way you see fit.
Categories:
flyby, analogy,
Form: Sonnet
As quasar mixes the starry dust,
a newly formed planet en route’s a must;
new universes revealed beyond black holes
captivating stories are yet to be told.
Tiny newborn sails saturnian seas,
a Venus flyby in Saggittarius is a breeze;
absolute magnitude in glimmer sails on by,
soon new space he will occupy.
Whoops! Now dodging meteor shower,
a bruise or two won’t slow his power;
he’s on his very own spiritual quest
for new horizons where he will rest.
He’ll take his place amid the fold,
his travel stories yet to be told;
to tinier planets that he will meet,
he’ll even brighten eclipsing binary.
He’ll take his place in man’s Ephemerides,
oh the astrologers he’ll guide with ease;
to alter man’s future by their birth stars,
providing them with fascinating memoirs.
No planet in any galaxy,
will mess with this star’s alchemy.
He’s on a mission, this tiny young one,
his planetary cycle for millennia will run.
When you spy him there in your glass eye,
be sure to shout, “Hello, Goodbye”,
as he races across your galaxy,
you’ll marvel at his pageantry.
Categories:
flyby, appreciation, poems, poetry, space,
Form: Rhyme
within dense forest
nature in a respite rest
bird's flyby skyline
1/31/2022
Categories:
flyby, bird, nature,
Form: Haiku
Clouds spread like finger rays of sunshine.
A moment of peaceful repose, a silent sigh,
as I hear whispers at my grasp.
My ceaseless soul clasp to seek golden sun rays,
watching birds flyby with outstretched wings
into the cotton spun woven vast horizon
and dreams of soothing comfort,
nature's windblown garden doorstep.
9/20/2021
Categories:
flyby, imagery,
Form: Free verse
I'm free in the cage
of this empty world...
I'm a missing bird
wanting to fly...!
I need it urgently
a flyby
to find my love
which is so far away,
to get arrested
for this love there !
Categories:
flyby, allegory, allusion, bird, metaphor,
Form: Light Verse
zing of waxwing
zipping silence
~air tight flyby
Categories:
flyby, bird, sound,
Form: Haiku
Please can I go past
Said the salmon to the bear
Sure swim right on by
Just licking down my hair
I’ve already caught my fill
Had more than I prefer
That’s mighty nice of you
Thought I was a goner there
So how many you eat today
Lost count don’t really care
Me neither, only extended family
Ah well life isn’t always fair
Tell me about it fish
I too have cubs to rear
Now get on up that river
Or I’ll kill you I swear
Salmon swims on by
Boldly leaps into the air
Bears paw crashes down
Catching him full square
Said you weren’t hungry
As his teeth began to tear
This is for showing off
With that flyby fanfare.
Can I have a final word
Said the salmon to the bear
Go on but make it quick
Did I ever stand a prayer
Ask a predator for favor
Only makes us more aware
Of underlying weakness
In your case laissez-faire.
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
flyby, allegory, animal, fish, life,
Form: Rhyme
Hobgoblin in the gutter under canopy of midnight,
magic brew of muti without rein.
Shadow figure torchon, darting half-light dare.
Spine chilling droplets wobble slowly down drains,
rusty copper mouthwash at the edge of jagged chutes.
Eerie urban soundscapes frame,
a sneeze or smothered cough.
Drone of vagrant motors probe, the flyby ink-black abyss.
Youthful laughter echoes over back streets,
as nearby lamp posts cast their bloodshot rays.
Night owls chinwag over Onion Bhaji,
raucous babble buried in a saffron whiff.
Strains of ragtime jazz and sleek arpeggios,
shrine or vinyl monument ahoy.
Hobo’s lonely whistle on an empty pier.
Urban jungle cast-off ghostly lurch,/
Burakumin patsy in high dudgeon.
Spooky timelines relish every moment of suspense,
swallowing the hush with ghoulish glee.
Quasimodo bell ring vaults a broomstick,
setter of alarm and wanton panic.
City wall clock twiddles on its hourly thumb,
scene plotter’s endless play denouement,
wee small hour dialogue without a script,
waiting for the dawn to take it’s baton.
Categories:
flyby, courage, creation, dark, dedication,
Form: Prose Poetry
Backdoor sound byte diarrhea hurls
Sticky tongue bowel overflow
Little green froggies say the Apollo man from Mars
ain’t gonna fighter plane land
in a nuclear day or so
Sphincter hole toilet bowl saliva swirls
got an oven baked brownie glow
Little kyrptonite toadies say the Venus-born superwoman
wanna lead Pilate the flyby band,
be a peace hawk sis bro’
Such lyrical lying done on a mythical scale ...
it reeks of,
you don’t wanna know
Lying kings and queens —
Roaring eagles of the blue sky
are on a soaring, white cloud predator prowl
Flying below the radar;
dropping constipated truth bombs,
which nay palm skin burn
with strategic flush, royal greed accuracy
Lying low bow silo, with uranium stealth arrows,
in the waste land dead zone
Noxious fear vapors on a vulture mushroom blow
Fiery serpent wing plume shadows
give more territory to own
Much lying done on a global kill scale ...
it reeks of death,
and you don’t wanna know that smell
Extinction level pyre inhale
W2 Three trust me,
you don’t ever wanna nostril feel
that rotting, bone ash exhale
Categories:
flyby, dark, death, imagery, visionary,
Form: Elegy
Pumpkin Patch Shenanigans
Puff white cotton candy, royal blue sky
Autumns breathe over a breadth of meadow lie
Tillage field vines pumpkins that catch a bird’s-eye
Grandpa and black bird grand-kids are back in a flyby
Causing havoc with their big pumpkin patch shenanigans
Fearless Scarecrow having an epic heyday and merry-go-round in the congregation
Stands terrifying and saying goodbye to all that flyby in jubilations
10/14/2015
Contest : The Doesn't Fit Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Eastman
Categories:
flyby, bird, fun, scary,
Form: Rhyme
“Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope.”
? Dr. Seuss
Looking At Life Through Rose Colored Glass and Daydreams
I gaze up towards the sky watching all the birds’ flyby
Whoosh, with outstretched wings they fly so high
Soaring into the horizon
Amongst the crayoned clouds and autumn sun
~
Wishing I could fly, escaping into the sky
Saying goodbye losing myself in the serenity of the bluish sky
Fading away unseen into blissful fantasy dreams
Another way of looking at life through rose colored glass it seems
~
To relish the sparkling beauty of the sky
And circle round and round over tree tops up high
Soaring into the horizon
Amongst the crayoned clouds and autumn sun
~
Oh... in anguish knowing I couldn't fly
I cried and cried until the tears ran dry
Shhh...I ran away into blissful fantasy dreams
Looking at life through rose colored glasses and daydreams
© Eve Roper 8/12/2015
Contest Name: Dr. Seuss Quote Prompt
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
Categories:
flyby, day, dream, flying,
Form: Rhyme
Light of the Guardian Saving Souls
Light of the Guardian spirit, protecting,
Navigational beacon, guiding
out glowing, revolving light
direct Ships, at night
paral storms
Light
does transforms
Beautiful clear sky
White Seagulls perch or flyby
to distant lands, ships are traveling
Lighthouse beacon directing into channel
By:Eve Roper
2/1/2015
Categories:
flyby, house, light,
Form: Rhyme
Philae
oh rocky outcrop met
a place to rest my weary gear
a slow flyby, a spot to try
and allay the lonely fears
older now and some weight shed
a bit of mass for wizened
a bounce, summersault, a slight tumult
now lying on my side and
post out now a Polaroid
pointing toward dark space
anthropomorphized
a place in history,
regarding likelihood
to ever leave this place
photons! give a bit more life but
no matter now, that place assured
to tell the sunny tail and
rest content to orbit old Sol
let earthlings watch me sail
on solar winds to round around
and back to dark reaches fly
obscurity has its place away in
anonymity from future's generations
on blue-green globe of peopled race
but for now - I'm the guy
and this is A Grand Day Out*
© goodguysoul 2014-11-13
* http://www.wallaceandgromit.com/films/granddayout/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philae_(spacecraft)
Categories:
flyby, adventure, earth, education, flying,
Form: I do not know?