(our mutual horoscope)
We’re in Mercury retrograde
it’s a chance to reexamine your heart
expect some miscommunication
cause we’re outside of comfort zones
expect a flood of new emotions
situations can get out of control
you might lose some inhibition
so check your intuition
Mercury’s moving very slowly,
I advise you to do the same
see, mercury focuses on details
while pisces takes a more creative view
when you put the two together
the juxtaposing energy’s confusing
you can feel extreme nostalgia
which could swamp your boundaries
So seek the least amount of damage
let water be your sanctuary
question other people’s stressful projections
take a beat from irritations
and be careful around your exes
connect with people who have your back
protect the things you want to foster
cause this going to be exhausting
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A song for this:
Bloom Baby Bloom by Wolf Alice [E]
The Whole of the Moon by The Waterboys
JUXTAPOSING LOVE AND HATE
It is so easy to hate not being loved;
And so difficult to love, being hated:-
What a strange relationship it is,
When love and hate are parallel:-
Love—unlike hate—is eternal,
And can never be transformed;
For love, can only be itself:-
Hate, on the other hand, can boast
Many manifestations of itself;
Demanding and expressing evil,
In various deceptive ways—lovingly—
Seeking to destroy all that is good:-
Manifested—the goodness of love—is God;
And is impervious to the will of the evil of hate;
Love essence surpasses all not of its making:-
Thus, in due seasons, the injustice of hate,
Will fade into the supreme love of justice;
And the inequality of old hate shall melt
And painfully flow into love’s solid equity:-
Indeed, as prophesied, it’s impossible
To love God, whom you have never seen,
And yet, hate any one of His created beings:-
Hey, don’t just hate how today’s humankind
Has failed to master living in the oneness of love?
You seem immune to worry or concern,
you haven’t a care in the world.
Perhaps you think you’ll somehow live forever
defying laws that have ruled time itself.
Disturbs me to see time wasted away.
Are we possibly stuck at an impasse ~
tangible reality juxtaposing mundane absurdity?
You close your eyes the world stops,
how are you so carefree?
Perhaps you cater to the ludicrous delusion
that by ignoring time you’ll outrun it.
Pains me to see time wasted away.
I’m beyond comprehending such nonchalance,
time is irrefutably a most valuable commodity.
Moments elapsed are irreversibly gone ~
their squandering an unforgivable crime.
Kills me to see time wasted away.
Lineku: 3 stanzas of 5-7-5 lines, each line has 5 or 7 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on September 20, 2025 for contest PERHAPS, A POEM submittted by JOHN LAWLESS - Honorable Mention
In search of the truth,
To understand the invisibility of the cosmos,
He journeyed into the deepest parts.
He went beyond the threshold of light,
Experiencing both assimilation and infiltration by dark energy.
He consumed everything he encountered,
Forgetting that there’s a sound in silence to which the mind should be attentive.
There was a deluge of information,
But no painstaking sifting through the truth.
He became enmeshed in the horror of the unveiled.
He found himself in a world of strange theories,
Juxtaposing and infusing art, mysteries, and truth.
He travelled this path,
Colonised by the tendrils of what he had absorbed.
Until one day in a dream,
He met a sage who advised him to search the scriptures,
Going beyond the words to seek the embodiment of its light.
February 9, 2025.
high spirited historians have had hissy high-jinx over alternative facts
interestingly, instilling intentional intellectual events with integrity intact
juxtaposing jurisprudence juggling judgmental journalism best they can
Keeping knowledge kosher
legalizing ledgers in the land
he throws snowballs at buses
but now is able to memorably convey experiences
using iambic dimeter
creating an impersonality
vidya games and spondee
he threw my bicycle in the river
now juxtaposing contrasting stuff side by side
heroic couplets
passive aggressive ballads
caesura; and brexit geezer
he said my inflections and monosyllables
were slick and sick; cowboy poetry
his first poem is called "no one understands me -
how to wear the crown of thorns"
it has a jolly tone that will uplight the reader's spirits
gardyloo hoecake
Riding the train on a summer afternoon
feelings of fallacy hurled upon me,
satori in my brown orbs with a speck of gold dust inside,
I was ready to take on my heels back to you,
these intrusions being new
as I cannot assert with the flow
something pulled at my soul
for I lost all track of the sea,
fortified myself down the rabbit hole
seasons turned hazy,
troubled with blurring horizons
juxtaposing everyone else’s against yours in wild tones,
tangled in circles of alliances
crestfallen over you,
just like a little parrot, the throbbing heart of mine
whispers syllables of your calling
and it brought the storm along,
the stark lightning of which struck the chord
in dissipating the blues of mine
aching to be raptured in untethered pragma of love,
while into the deepest of desolation
stepping into your territory felt far-fetched ?
moon light shepherded through
the momentary solace of the soul sought after,
etched onto my roots
when time demands of imperative forgetfulness
you remain
the footprint of yours remain unparalleled in my infinity
Creature from the black lagoon or God juxtaposing
something wild just in time for me to cross its path
peacock’s crossed the line
tail feathers insouciant
on my side of road
replaced the turkey vultures
that previously unnerved
Autumn in splendor, weaves yellow, gold, red thread,
Into a tapestry of colors, bedspread.
But, how does the Fall compare to Spring's delight,
When blossoms bloom, and green buds renewed, burst bright?
In Spring, nature awakens from winter sleep,
With colors fresh, vibrant, with hope recharged deep.
The splendor of life revived in every bloom,
The promise of rebirth, in fragrant perfume.
Autumn's splendor is never a fall from grace,
It's a celebration, an end of year embrace.
A ticker-tape parade, with confetti thrown
Skyward, the last waltz a splendid epitome.
How does one begin to compare such splendors?
To juxtapose Spring and Fall as contenders
In a stills gallery art show, happenstance!
Alive, parted by time, they're no rivals in dance.
Englishman Paul Nash
with pastoral art made quite a splash
An artist between two world wars
juxtaposing style by the score
Poetry
An escapade in entendre
A vacation to self-connotation
A release
From the vicissitudes
Of Certainty
Equivocating consequences
White juxtaposing …
An amusement
Of words
Actual aptitude and action almost always align aright.
Beautiful bliss, beastly belligerent behaviors: both burn bright.
Caringly convinced, cantankerous curmudgeons collapse, contrite.
Disdaining darkness, devoted disciples dig deep, discover delight.
Erudite, eager efforts encourage, energize, even excite.
For faithful few, fortitude, ferocious fight favors failed, feeble flight.
Gesticulating graders generate ghastly groans grinding graphite.
Happily, Horton has highly honed hearing; howler has humble height.
Invite ideas, ignite ingenuity, illumine insight.
Jaundiced jackboot juxtaposing "justice", jubilation: Jacobite.
Kindly koala kid keeps knitting knotted kaleidoscopic kites.
Levity lifts languishing leanings, leaves listeners luminous, light.
Mellifluously mild merriment mellows mad, malevolent might.
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Lol, this is an abecedarian monorhyme of alliterative monokus.
Not sure I'll get to the second half
we're looking at this huge deposit
where the cubes are millimetrically placed
juxtaposing one by one with no space left
so the columns are rising uniformly
until they almost reached the ceiling
soon a new column is raised in the same way
completing rows and lines and series
advancing the amounts from the back
until gradually occupying all the spaces
finally reaching the top
when all columns are filled
the door closes automatically
then we will look at a huge empty deposit
where the cubes will be millimetrically placed
juxtaposing one by one with no space left
and so it goes on forever and ever
The creative juices are flowing
so, why cant I keep going
I'm starting to lose sleep
this crap is getting deep
The ideas are slowly growing
but, they're not overflowing
These things are not unique
they are losing their mystique
So, what I'm proposing
is to start composing
Now I must critique
words that are oblique
and defiantly code in
things that are imposing
Then, use a technique
that helps me to peak
by just juxtaposing
things that are engrossing
He stood still~
Eyes travel faster than a lightyear;
The many battles fought~
Still fresh in his mind~
The brilliance of his golden helmet
never fades~
Like the tenacity of his conviction
to fight and never surrender.
The man wearing the golden helmet
Must be also wearing a golden heart;
He must be a sweet husband
to his beloved..
and a protective father
to his only daughter..
He must be my father.
01.10.2021
Notes: (Credits to - © 1st-Art-Gallery.com 2003 - 2021 - All Rights Reserved)
The Man in this enduring canvas titled Man in a Golden Helmet by Rembrandt and dated 1650, is a particularly captivating and meditative rendering of a time-worn face beneath a majestic, almost juxtaposing, helmet. The contrast illuminates the painting with a profoundly moving sense of time having passed, at once both sentimental and sentient. Admired by the Impressionists and portrait artists throughout the centuries.
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