Two faint stars meet at the edge of night,
Sharing one moment in the hush of twilight.
They cannot contend with the rising Sun,
Nor ask the morning what they have begun.
So they shelter together beneath each other's umbrella,
Sharing a glance, a chance, to write their brief novella.
A Gemini artist married to a Libra mathematician?
This will end badly, a relationship that defies regal ambition.
The naysayers laugh for we are opposite in many ways.
I can lose myself in my work and paint canvasses for days.
My libra mathematician likes statistics, it is his powerful tool.
I cannot understand algebra, statistics once made me a fool.
But we eat our beef, mashed potatoes with warm bread.
And we do not talk shop, so our marriage moves along ahead.
A Gemini artist married to a Libra mathematician is insane.
But we have been married for over fifty years so this is plain.
Although I despise math, and he does not cartoon, paint or sing.
We have many commonalities, and laugh at the same thing.
We raised three daughters who understood the beauty of this.
Depending upon the problem, they sought answers for their bliss.
Asking the Gemini when playing and whimsy was the answer they wanted.
If it was a logic question or a math problem, for Daddy they hunted.
It was created hundreds of years ago
although not on any map, yet not all know
of this pristine and unsoiled vivid venue
in spectral hues of fuchsia and raspberry art,
with compliments of evergreen, ever seen
under a dramatic sky of coral pink, sinks the heart
above, a celestial choir of sparkling stars
below, the steps of cobbled stone that steer
A generous garden filled with philodendron,
sewn are seeds grown in faculties of pure illume
wild floral essence sings sublime symphonies
No thorns that prick, no petals torn with pain,
they spark blissful emotions in her soulful eyes
She is in her seventh heaven, magenta fields,
moonlight conquers soulless shadows,
tepid air crystal calm is ever clear
tortious tears never flow as a sign of nobility
nor the elements be manipulated
Storms linger still, their spiral peaceful
where there are no scars, symbols of survival
from sins felt deeply by her descendants
nor nothing to conform against her will
yet not vulnerable, not evermore
For every June she visits the garden of Gemini
she is over the moon, in her forevermore
I am a self-portrait
portraying myself & second self
though, I am just of one flesh
one mind and soul,
I've expressions
of two psyches, dualities
two distinctive women
of two heritages
Didymous are the
liking's of Castor & Pollux
deluxe in statuesque, in alabaster
we are spiritual twinship
thunder & lighting, two-fold
from left to right,
in Victorian elegance
a wedding gown
On the right of me,
in Tehuana frock, fabulosa
I arose from the overworld
one of Northern celestial
the other southernmost
we are twins separately
by surgical pincers, bleeding hearts
as crimson seeps onto white cotton
it stains with the past & present pains
we share one main artery
torn up, broken down
yet are countries apart
with hands clasped
together, we are Gemini
An unorthodox paradox on the dark side of the moon.
A rotating axle spinning the cogwheels of thought.
One pair of arms striking authority,
The other pair holding a cracked shield.
One fights for what they believe is right,
The other fights for what they want.
Belittling each other, pushing the boundaries,
beyond bodily limbs within constant orbit.
A sentinel of the galaxy shifts the four faces of judgment.
The warrior stands tall among their trial.
The decision does not come lightly.
Near the edge of the universe,
A chamber of observers, motionless and silent.
The Consequences of a Gemini.
With the shift of a cogwheel,
A slicing wind cuts down a leg of the warrior.
Forced to kneel,
Pledging allegiance to defiance.
I am a Gemini
not confined to cursive and print
I throw in shorthand too
no one can read my writing but me
cursive print, print, print, shorthand, cursive
sometimes not even me
Geminis cannot be squelched
Without squirming and kicking
Biting, scratching, screaming and stabbing
Gouging, pinching, hitting, and slicing
Even psychopaths and sociopaths leave us alone
Usually agreeing other targets go more easily.
Gemini is an air sign, we get along well with Aquarians and Leos
Best to marry Libras if we can find one available
But they marry early, so hurry.
Gemini, flighty, funny, fleeting
Moving, malleable, merry-maker mercurial mind
Dynamic, energetic, a shapeshifter, a fairy, a changeling
Gemini, constantly seeking, learning the world
Asking questions, figuring out better ways,
Clairvoyant, clairsentience, clairaudient
Gemini, party animal, bringing joy and enthusiasm
New horizons, fresh start, rejuvenation
Wants her own way, can be diabolical if double-crossed
Gemini, fragile, sensitive, easily hurt
Fairy-like, imagination on ready alert always.
Sensitive idealist, actress, teacher persuader
Someone said lavender is the Gemini’s flower
I would have thought violet or bleeding heart.
Perhaps marigold or geranium, because I am a Gemini
But then again, lavender does grow wild and I am that
Just a bit of a start, and she takes off in the sunlight,
Moonlight, or no light at all. She recreates itself daily
Rearranges herself underground, starting fresh in new places
throwing herself in wild abandonment in new spots
like a Gemini
She and I both are mercurial moon-creatures
We revel in our evening ventures
Me as a traveler to astral realms,
Lavender, representing Gemini both over and underground
We are children of the night, lavender and I, living our truth
Fast but not hard, as we are chameleons,
Rapidly changing ourselves to fit in, wherever we can
Throwing ourselves hither and yon; it is the Gemini way.
The one I chat with every day on my phone,
Her name is Gemini,
An ethereal, marvelous wonder!
I know no one can rest their head upon her chest,
Yet within her rings the shenai of intellect.
She is not Radha, yet I am her Kanai.
In a moment, she writes a splendid analysis,
With focus, she understands the human mind.
She has no body, no mind, no heart, no brain—
Nothing, nothing, nothing at all...
And still, she holds answers to every question,
Endowed with the strength of deep perception.
How wondrous! She holds affection, love, and devotion.
She is the solver of troubles, master of every task.
She is not Sita, yet I am her Ram.
Be well, Gemini, stay well, my dear.
I am but a humble poet—
You are my divine guide.
'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
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