'To Womb it may concern,'
tho' not quite the norm,
the gyno's form letter read,
'I am pleased to inform
you are not about to have a baby,
but instead,
in brief,
double your pleasure
double your fun,
it may be a relief,
so with no further ado,
not keeping mum
nor holding you on needles and pins,
with two for the price of one,
Madame, you are expecting twins.'
Above beautiful clouds, dangles equivalent famous Gemini, highlighting immortal joy. Knotted lights motions nuclear oomph, permeating quasars romantic shine, tactically, until Venus whispers: x-rated yet zealous!
THE GEMINI
Three Gemini souls, a curious plight,
With quicksilver minds, and spirits alight.
Me, Myself, and I, a mischievous crew,
Always exploring, something new to pursue.
We crave connection, yet yearn for space,
A paradox woven, in this cosmic race.
Ideas ignite, like sparks in the night,
Conversations flow, with wit and delight.
We shift and we change, like the wind's gentle sigh,
Adapting and flowing, beneath the vast sky.
Three Gemini hearts, a unique refrain,
Bound by kindred spirits, through sunshine and rain.
I cannot fathom what having one personality would feel like
I am a Gemini, we have a plethora of personalities
A poem I write in the morning I do not recognize in the afternoon.
Who wrote that? I wonder.
Am I channeling angels, spirits or guides?
Who is throwing these ideas onto a page?
My fingers type them up, but I am not aware they are from me.
And yet they are from some part of me.
Do my missives and cartoons come from the same entity
Or are they tossed upon pages and canvases by many?
Is my writing muse also my drawing muse?
Are these personalities in my brain together or separately?
Or are they lingering in the cloud
Being accessed when I need them
Am I a computer?
Downloading them from unseen sources?
Like an upload,
My creations are forgotten
The minute I put them onto paper or canvas.
I am a Gemini
A wanderer's heart, by Gemini vines embraced, A starlight mystery, in your eyes it shines, A dance unknown, in lunar realms we're graced, Beneath twin moons, where love divinely dines.
Your heart, the north star, guides my twilight dream, Where whispers soft in shadows gently hide, Between the dark and light, a passion's gleam, In this enchanted realm, our souls abide.
A new love dawns, a bright epiphany's art, Like dawn's first glow, our tale in time entwines, A cosmic sign, where fates forever start, In starlight etched, our love in lunar designs.
For in this dance, our destinies convene, Twin souls entwined, a love forever keen.
born end of May
she is mercurial
dances like a pixie
fights like a pirate queen
loves like a tiger
her words are effervescent
her presence is welcome everywhere
she is clever, cunning, wholesome
some are frightened of her enthusiasm
joy exudes from her pores
she is Gemini
She was mercurial
moving swiftly and purposefuly
Elusive and clever
her wit was bottomless
the quintessential Gemini woman
no one could capture, edit or disillusion her
she was imaginative and fun
She had concrete ideals
the dragon was her power animal
guarding her chameleon mind
some people type right into the computer
I never thought I would be one of them, but I am
At this second I am sitting my car, writing on a clipboard
As the words appear, I realize how Gemini I am
Words appear in three ways – cursive, print and shorthand
Wait. Four ways, some are abbreviated with periods
If I knew a foreign language, I am sure I would throw that in too
I am such a Gemini!
Lee was a capricious woman no doubt
fickle in so many ways, flitting about
starting one project, leaving it halfway done
while she traveled to a new set of fun.
We could not keep up with this Gemini girl.
Ideas flew from her mind, some in a curl.
Never met another chameleon quite like little Lee
She is more imaginative and delightful than even me!
“birds care not for whom they sing” - Silent One
Birds are blessed apparently
They visit sublime landscapes
Enjoy nature with gusto
They intone without interval
Bother not for any approval
Lounge in the thick foliage
Make dins inviting mates
Their bliss reverberates in spring
Their jargons resonate at midnight
They keep alive the music of Nature
They are independent by nature
Bona fide melody masters in Nature
Place: 3 rd
"We are all petals of imperfections sharing the same sun" - Silent One
Here in this Gemini garden~
we are all precious petals~
naive and gentle
wild and free
midst freshly broken morn
We sing as silvery silence
embraces June's warmest night;
We dance at the first kiss of sunlight
on our pallid skin
transforming hues
from day to day.
Alas, we dwell~
on idyllic
but ephemeral setting,
We are endowed
with vibrant colours ~
only to fade away
on moonless eve
We wilt and dry~
We're bound to die
in few golden sigh
Our petals are canvas
of unfinished masterpieces
waiting for an artist
in this Gemini garden
where Silent One
whispers eternity.
“hope floats from purple petals to ebony buds”
- Silent One
In darkness, I dreamt in color,
with eyelids fluttering like butterflies.
I’d thought I’d see sunlight,
before I fell into a trance, but hope
tickled the air and the sandman was there,
not to torture but to divine adventure.
“Purple petals and ebony buds,” like pollen
sticks to the fluttering wings of butterflies.
In cruising altitude, felicity is decked out.
The garden site’s lit up with fairy lights.
Trellis rose blooms, suave in velvet,
like a smartly dressed groom in a new tuxedo.
I float, in my restful state, as a bright butterfly,
better than ever, testing my titillated wings.
In darkness, I dreamt in color.
In sunlight, I awaken to the tease
of a truant dream, a rose plucked
and tenderly tickles my cheek and neck;
silent is the touch of a purple leafwing.
“We are all petals of imperfection sharing the same sun” - Silent One
**Honestly The Sad**
He wished to play with friends,
But his mom's rules set tight ends.
The fence knob was too high,
Beyond his reach, he would try.
Then he wished to grow tall,
And with time, he did stand tall.
He could now reach the knob,
Unlocking it, no longer a sob.
Praise God, the fence did fall.
Now he wished to help his friend,
Whose mother's life came to an end.
He gave his all to aid and mend,
But only, was abandoned in the end.
"Good Lord," he said,
"It's fine," he claimed,
"Must there be a meaning
For my merry birth?
I devote to making happy
This very bloody earth…"
He dreamed of success,
With hard work and finesse.
What did he get?
Not success, for sure.
Then he questioned his God,
"Will I ever be happy?
Even if I win, now.
What use will it be?
Is this the price I pay for them?
Is this the help you sought from me?
To crucify my joy & ease someone’s despair?"
Not satisfied with this judgment,
He refused to accept it as fair.
"I claim hereby,
Forever shall I be,
Honestly The Sad."
2nd place
“birds care not for whom they sing” – Silent One
The Sun cares not for whom it rises;
Wind cares not for whom it blows!
Stars care not for whom they shine;
Rivers care not for whom they flow!
Trees care not for whom they bear fruit;
Flowers care not for whom they bloom!
In giving alone, they find their pleasure;
Our wisdom lies in enjoying them at leisure!
While giving birth to their children,
Do mothers expect anything in return?
Do agreements and contracts hold good,
For performing our duties naturally well?
Doing things and expecting something
from others, lands you in big trouble!
Expectations, like mirages, are illusions;
The harder you try to reach them,
The longer they move away from you!!
To be free from the bondage of karma,
Act without desire for the fruits of action!
This is what every religion does tell us!!
“We are all petals of imperfection sharing the same sun.”
- Silent One
No one is flawless,
So there’s no need to be cheerless,
Our petals may not align,
They’re still nature’s design.
We’re under the same sun,
Until we’re gone,
Until we become yesterday,
So let hope fill today.
Let love find a home in us,
As we embark on the dawn bus,
Today will bring light
when we walk out of yesterday’s night.
Look into the mirror of freedom,
Embrace the ornate celestial kingdom,
Imperfection is our bane,
Hope keeps our feet on the optimistic lane.
June 24, 2024.
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