Birthstones and horoscopes over a chi-square
Months with periscopes everywhere
Moon and Sun in shaded segments
Boon and pun in braided alignments
Spells and pleas yowling in the wilderness
Wells or seas swigging in emptiness
Thoughts wandering around
Droughts and dryness seething in a playground
Warmth or heat you nestled from scorching daylight
Cold air or dew drop sighed by moonlight
Wall clock that restricts your borrowed time
Or unseen counter that predicts your stolen dime
Each day that passes by
All day you ask without a bye
Each night that crawls in the dark
All your might you grope behind a scalded bark
Shadows that follow you
Wedge pillows you never had that haunt you
Tales in dreams that smother you
Puzzles in reams that harrow you...
Why bother when there's none to fear?
Fear only God who's able to hear
Your qualms will never leave you
Only until you believe they're never yours that weave you!
Ancient horoscopes
twelve constellations arrayed
a circle of fate-
read as the constellations
behind sun on your birthday
But the Earth titled
its axis drifted through ages
wobbling through the years-
one degree in seventy
it seemed insignificant
A hundred years pass
the stars slide out single days
just out of the frame-
the chart remains accurate
yet the heavens advancing
After 300 year pass
for some their sign is now wrong
spring appears in fall
what was once read as Aries
is now Pisces behind sun
The lesson is clear
zodiacs freeze time in place
but the stars move on
prophecies lose their anchor
when the sky forgets its map
‘The fault, dear Brutus, lies not within the stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.’
(Julius Caesar, Act 1, Scene 2)
Drat, all the time
I spent reading horoscopes~
I can’t blame my problems on:
Leo, Virgo, Capricorn, Sagittarius,
Cancer, Gemini, Aries, Taurus, Libra,
Aquarius, Pisces and Scorpio.
Here it has been my fault
all along!
cannot cope make a loop out of rope ~ catch a ride from slippery slopes
hang in there my monoku offers hope ~ looking through the horoscopes
We all here-that cliche, "It's all Greek to me!"
Here are words you use that have roots in Greek!
A -how about 'airplane'~we all have enjoyed these!
B -and that 'Bible'you use!
C- I know we all love 'comedy'!
E-'a quality we love, 'enthusiasm'
F- one of my favorites is 'fantasy'
G-I know we marvel at a 'galaxy'
H-Oh,, how we love 'horoscopes'
I- idea is of Greek origin, as well.
J- yes, even that word...jealous!
K- 'kilometer' to measure.
L- add that favorite word, 'logic.'
M- 'melody' significant in music we love
N- those 'neon' lights, so groovy,
O- 'Olympic' games we so love,
P- 'poem is a word ,gift,from the Greeks.
R- and 'rhapsody,'a musical treat.
S- 'syllablee' which is so much a part of poetry,
T- and of course, 'theater' in which the Bard
showed his wonderful plays,,
U- 'Utopia! How many of us has used that?
V- could not find a word for that...Vwnus perhaps?
X- xenophobe, still checking on that
Z- zoology, a dearly loved subject!
(Excuse my previous typos, )
10/17/2020
Opus# 4
There are many Leos in my life
With August birthday dates.
We sang to Hadley for today,
Her 5th she celebrates.
On Saturday, my husband’s day,
He’ll say he’s 53,
Just like he’s done for many years,
But that’s okay with me.
My favorite aunt turns 92
On Tuesday of next week.
This year we cannot visit but,
Like every day, we’ll speak.
A cousin and a nephew also
Share the Leo sign,
As well as 2 close buddies,
Dear and precious friends of mine.
I’m not a fan of horoscopes
But still, I must admit,
These Leos, with my Aries,
Seem to be a perfect fit.
Our World
"Once upon a time,
I was falling in love.
But now I’m only falling apart,
Nothing I can do.
A total eclipse of the heart."
Foolish sayings,
That’s what we follow.
Believe our zodiac horoscopes,
Follow them blindly.
Entranced by pretty words,
All of which are lies.
Lies we tell ourselves so many times,
We trick ourselves into believing.
Politics are just as foolish,
Conservative or Liberal?
Pick one,
You’re wrong.
Pick the other,
Still wrong.
There is no right,
Just lies and fights.
Presidential candidates left and right,
But who is sane?
Am I…?
Are you…?
The real question is,
Is anyone sane?
Well we sure don’t act like it.
The real problems we don’t pay attention to,
The small things we explode.
The liberal influence is strong,
Can you escape the madness?
Our world crumbles,
Slowly at first.
But trust me ,
It will speed up.
Perhaps Stephen King’s ‘ The Dark Tower’,
Will become our reality.
Our very own technology,
Will be our ultimate demise.
Sickly bogs… wastelands.
Will we create robots?
Will they take over first?
Or something else…
Our very own technology,
Will be our ultimate demise.
A person sits down, figures out the position
Of the planets, and the stars
At the exact time of one's birth to do a
Forecast under their sign. Is this Devine?
You can look to the things that are afar they
Really are spectacular.
They're a never ending reservoir
Of knowledge seeing how the planet's always
Realign.
A person sits down, figures out the position
Of the planet's, and the stars
Makes out a years horoscope calendar
With a cool design.
You can look to the things that are afar they
Really are spectacular.
Is this what is popular?
It this really your lifeline?
A person sits down, figures out the position
Of the planet's and the stars
This is so bizarre.
I have my own outline.
You can look to the things that are afar they
Really are spectacular.
I am just particular
Here's the bottom line
A person sits down, figures out the position
Of the planets and the stars
You can look to the things that are afar they
Really are spectacular. Me, I'll get what's with
In my reach for now and that would be my guitar.
The day I die is when I see the light
my body lit on my pyre
my ashes one with stardust again
into the wind it blows away
and bones belonging to rocks and river
nothing to fear and nothing to hold dear
I would part as I came to whence I came
to the grand halls of my grand fathers and my brother
through hell fire no one to guide
The sorcery of life has been a misery
footloose escapades, where I misstepped
my own judgements have become my enemies
I have let myself suffer for those
who are not willing to walk into our lives
by building stories and unbroken bonds
in my heart in my own idealised dreams,
whilst I became nothing more than a passing cloud,
decomposing rust, and saw dust in their fading memories.
no hope even in the horoscopes
stars too are out for their vengeance
guardian angels have left their posts
gods have forgotten their beloved son
At the crossroads of choice
do I give in or do I give up
Old Poets
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Old poet word's never die
They keep us going
All the time
Stirring up the mind
We refer their chaste
Clerk people who
Keep their trademark
Mentoring accross a divide
Slapped on plain paper
Without blog and android
Penmen who keep the world going
Giving inspiration in ode or sonnet
Their verses strikes the chords
Which rules this universe
To invent new thoughts
And made us all the enterprise
How great they are saving
Wretch and raider all the time.
They tell us how to mint a dime
And the value of the honeybee.
They periscope deep in our souls
So we can talk of horoscopes
They wind us up when in dispair
To look out for a breaking wave
And make us happy in a shallow cave.
These are seers of the crystal ball
Who let us plan another day
Old poet's never die ..
We read them all the time
They are hardworking wordsmiths
Improving a berserk world all the time.
Feeling good, finally free, guess it includes the spirit
The spirit of freedom encompassing, engulfing
memories follow through with their usual routine
but they only serve as motivation this time
to be the best possible outcome the past wants to diminish
defying the odds, making a difference
becoming a positive force from a darkened place
A struggling childhood should have crippled all hope
destroyed dreams
gave birth to a determined loser waiting to win
represented by twins, a pig, and an ash tree; all horoscopes
The spirit animal being a wolf, chosen animal, chameleon
Is there any shame, any regret
no, not today
Shivering in the cold winter's breeze
counter-balanced by the warmth in a twilight lit heart
Rain king, no I'll leave it Counting Crows
but it does calm the growing storms
knowing I have the strength and means
to overcome my personal demons, my personal illness
but I'm done boasting about my new found strength
I need to give it away for a better purpose
there's more pressing matters deserving my attention
My heart wants to beat with your heart,
Even if destroy me pull me apart to see,
You have spell on me I can't break,
I walk searching for thee and they all leave,
To the point I take the blame to believe.
There's something in you I feel,
Every Moment it makes me bleed,
I can't deal with the emotions I feel,
For my next line is I need... you.
So how can I break out this spell my heart is wrong,
But my mind is going numb,
This feeling is strong,
How can I tell if you like me back I'm dumb.
My horoscopes tell me love,
I walk telling its wrong,
All above this I am wrong,
I need to find love.
My heart is aching with pain,
When I see you and speak to you,
My pain is gone to I feel the butterflies,
All my words are see through.
I feel a fool to chase,
The risk is something to embrace,
All I see is the loneliness shall face?
Written: 10/13/15
(ALLITERATION)
Cows milked: mitigated mooing in the meadows then
Weaving on the warp, some workaholic women
Harvest of hapless halibuts on hooks
Bookish book-worms buried in books
A palomino and a pony patter on the paving
Hucksters and hawkers hawking every housing.
Ravers out on the razzle raising a raucous razz-ma-tazz
Beavers busy building beaver-dams but about it quite blasé.
Doves cooing in divine chorus
Frogs frisking out of focus
Horoscopes are hocus pocus.
Tidal waves of tsunami treacherously tread
Sea-anemones scattered upon the sea-bed.
Geraniums genuflecting in jungle-like gardens
Hunters wary of wandering wild-life wardens.
All this when I ventured about videotaping
Nature's much nicer even with no landscaping
These are direly different scenes from different parts of the globe
Perhaps like a space probe's kaleidoscopic poetic probe
( this poem has every letter of the alphabet except x)
When salt water is rising in my lungs
While the rest of me sinks so deep
That the waves are stormy dreams
Screaming out their lively spirals
While I watch from the deep blue
My numb fingers trailing through seaweed-
When smoke is rising from the fires I set
Before I woke up and realized
That the azure sky could quiet
The rising plumes of phoenix breath
(once a slash across the blue)
Now just pitiful shades
Lost against the blank grey-
When I am given everything
And somehow still feel nothing-
I look up to the untouched serenity of the stars
And imagine that I am connecting them together
Weaving my own tapestry from long-dead fires
And making something new.
SPRING GARDEN PREPARATION (20150213)
After the winter season
But before the rains begin
Catalogues of heirloom seeds
Delivered just in time
Earmarked and prioritized
Farmer’s Almanac consulted
Given planting periods
Horoscopes included (but useless!)
Individual seed varieties ordered
Junk mail shredded and added to compost
K (potassium) added as potash
Lumber purchased for trellises
Mulching around transplanted seedlings
Non-Genetically Modified Organisms only
Organic fertilizers only, too
Planting by phases of the moon
Quick-fix pesticides are anathema
(Round-Up kills everything--US, not just weeds)
Seed boxes keeping seedlings warm
Testing the soil for minerals and organics
Unleashing ladybugs and pollinators
Vertical gardening to conserve space
Watering just enough, but not too much
Xenocide, killing unwanted weed species
Youngsters helping (or hindering)
Zoning plants to vary root depths
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