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In cusp between the Piscean Age
and Aquarian Age lies misfits
energies that take you across the Rubicon
To oar a Rubicon fire and ice is
vital
vibrations facing
slippery tar burning white
what is geek are not wolves in sheep’s clothing
it is magnetic radiance fearless
wearing takkies
seeing rose petals as a language of
capillaries that coloured Piscean Age
in its slumber as we wet white sheets
Cusp
is a ditch before ascension
silent hollows smiling their grey matter
in high heels
raw silk at a table of gossip
Aquarius rises from dungeon
prepared
aware it has already walked through
orange flames
furnaced
liberated (...)
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Allpoetry Honorable Winner
Prompt: “I walk through shadow into
flame becoming Light, Becoming Sky”
March 26
Did our Age of Aquarius evaporate,
fail to regenerate,
to resonate,
fall too far short of what our parents
knew we should anticipate?
Free love could not sustain
weak non-violent resolutions against
whatever busyness was for.
Yet, if love invites synergy,
mutual gravity,
and creation evokes compassion's transregeneration,
how could love cost more than free?
How could co-redemption not invest everything
in learning how to cooperatively Be,
free of enslaving supremacist becoming,
free to come together
as ecological We?
Those who stop to count these costs of love,
look for ways to divest of co-investment,
ignoring Earth's mentoring economy
of light's photosynthetic comprehension,
of neutral's dark unconsciousness,
a fog bank evaporating
doubly unbinding timeless spaciousnest
patterned mystery
absent of color
flowing free love intention.
If Time's eternal unfolding presence is 0-dimensional,
and AnthroNature's bicameral perception i
s 2-dimensional line
and 4-dimensioned time
recreating bicameral form with function,
ego emerging from eco,
yang incarnating binomial yintegrity
reiterating communicating neuro-processors
borrow RNA's decomposing 3-space with 1-time prime bilateral dimensions,
equivalent seasons;
Shy winterish Uracil of Universal freely decomposing love
greets Cytosine's full summer-formed regeneration,
as objectives greet their past and future subjects;
while Adenine painlessly springs
for Guanine's lavishly com-posted integrative harvest,
as verbs form fractal-recycling nouns,
verbal con-science revolutions,
relearning Earth's organic language,
by echoing universal polypathic syntax.
Universal Anthro-cultural
verbal power of co-governance
becomes a Left-brained dominant and reductive tyrant,
an Emperor reified of clothes
to cool His naked Ego-thirst.
However,
when power remains integral within co-passionate
climatic health,
co-gravitational integrity of wealth,
synergetic uniting cooperatism,
then naked 1-power conjoins dark yin-time 0-rations,
shy bigendering romantic convex/concave camouflage,
re-birthing this post-millennial
gift-it-forward
Age of co-binary Aquarius.
~He Cares A Lot~
(Mixed Aquarian)
So glad
God cares
He forgives all
Thru Salvation live
In His name many will
Night and day close to Him
Trust Lord
All way
He gives
Messages
Of Love Peace Hope
Faith Salvation
Just face each day with Him
Believe and then pray
God will
Help you
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
September.14.2017
-"So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The "Mixed Aquarian" is a poetry form or style that was created by Ann Marie Mazz.
Thank you for reading!
Organic form goes through birth and death
Thus man too did believe in death’s inevitability
Until Jesus practically demonstrated resurrection
Signalling that we too may so transcend, as did He
Upon lighting the three fold flame of Christ in our heart
Scriptures abound with similar miraculous illustrations
Let’s take the epic book, ‘Autobiography of a Yogi’
It affirms the resurrection of Sri Yukteshwar Giri
Likewise bilocation power of Anandamayi Ma
Validating truth that there’s no limitation
The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus goes deeper
Being a channelled text of the Akashic records
Elucidating that at the beginning of each life cycle
Our Father in heaven sends His son to walk among us
Demonstrating the zenith heights of mankind’s potential
Recognising we are soul eternal, for a sojourn upon earth
With love alone as real, all else but a thought construct
We choose to exit the narrow cravings of lower mind
Living joyfully with all beings, in a borderless world
Respecting the soul journey of each life form
Easter then for humanity, a gentle wake up call
To glorify God with each breath inhaled by His will
Returned back to void, infused with pure loving intent
Each cell of mind-body slowly transfigured as living light
That we ascend, merging with God’s blissful luminescence
24-March-2022
Notes:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Resurrection_of_Jesus
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autobiography_of_a_Yogi
http://yogananda.com.au/aoy/beyond_death_1.html
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anandamayi_Ma
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Aquarian_Gospel_of_Jesus_the_Christ
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akashic_records
Christian, it is good to know
I expected a forever Valentine
fifty years ago for your father’s
due date was fourteenth of February.
Obviously he did not want to be delivered
to see the world that day and waited
six more days to come out and be part
of us, our family tree or lineage.
Twenty two years later, there were you,
the Valentine boy, ready to see the world
and be part of us during the micro-generation.
Born in the Rooster year and a Zennial.
The Valentine boy named Christian, a name
of English origin that means Follower of Christ.
The Valentine boy born twenty eight years ago,
on a Sunday, Valentine’s Day, an Aquarian.
The Valentine boy, who is all grown up,
is a loving, caring son, brother and grandson.
Good mannered, responsible, committed,
compassionate, hard-working nurse.
Keep up the good work, Valentine boy.
I am proud of you, my grandson.
Embrace today, Valentine's day as a special gift
and celebrate you and your birthday.
2/14/21 Valentine Poetry Richard Lamoureaux
Is Love Enough?
Like Sand Colonies Parallel the Shores of the Sea
Sweet Flowers's Nectar Attracting the Honey Bee
Everything Seemingly Gravitates to this Love
Is love Bitter Sweet?
Standing In the Way Of Love's Trajectory
Wounded
Pierced By a Spelled Ritual Dagger
Bleeding Distress, Tears Of Rubies
What is the Aquarian New Moon Whispering to Me In Cool Breeze
Serenade Of Change, Acknowledging The Answers to My Petitions
Can Love Save Me?
The Dark Moon Melodic Amor Fati
This Love Remains So Mysterious and Unfolding...Blossoming
From the Furnace into Lake Magma
Purified Igneous Obsidian, Blemish Free
Ignite
Set Ablaze In Desire and Curiosity
Ashes of Stagnation and Charred Fears
Blown Away by The Breathe Of Dark Moon Mistress
Will Love Resuscitate Me?
She Sang....Amor Fati
Blinded
Obscured Visions, My Shadow Abandoned Me In The Shade
Blinded By Love's Blinding Light, Shattered Facades
Will Love Gift Me Sight? What Will I See?
Is Love The Wind The Eagle Intimately Depends
To Find Comfort In the Middle of the Storm
Tossed in the Tumultuous Tempo Of The Winds Of Change
Will Love Shelter Me?
The Dark Luna Mistress Winked Her Slanted Silvery Eye
and Sighed
Cool Notes Carried on Airy Wings of Change
Her Soothing Melody Casting Sincerity
Embrace Love With Gratitude, Fate and Hope Your Persistent Company
Embrace The Dark Night, Love Is All There is And Intended To Be.
Amor Fati.
Celebrating the Adventure of Advent
Universal elegy grieves and yet embraces shifts of paradigm
New beginnings consciousness initiates comprehends and thus proceeds from
Illusion’s delusion collusions misconceptions in the irritating
Vortex whirlpool immanent void of false containment
Enlightenment modern postmodern retro visionary futuristic aspirations
Resound in dialectical rebirth rejuvenation germinate constructive
Sense meaning reflect serenity’s tentative confidence that the
Agony of climate change greed warfare ignorance destructive apathy
Liberates fusion confusion necessitates Aquarian communication of
Antagonism’s polar opposites contradictions complements
Cycles spheres of influence of grave repression gravitate
Revolve resolve with pushing pulling moons in metaphorical
Orbital mental psychological initiation shape incidences
Synchronicities collateral communal reason feeling responsibility
Transformation of the global madness inhumanity conjoins
Idealism and the darker side’s fallacies of fabrication
Conspiracy of muted spirit silence violation fade away transform to novel script
Communication courses discourses concur in co-operation
Obvious obscurity in the blip of human race’s evolution delimits
Limitations iron cages hopes for new time place of reason beyond
Laissez-faire and hippie psychedelic stream of consciousness afar from
Anarchy self-righteous slavery rebellion mindlessness
Big oppressive bangs big brother’s obliterating over-information with
Onslaught of technology fail and falter when simplicity and esoteric
Rationale comprise enhance encompass the necessary world view shifts
Ascent and ever changing climax revitalizes humanness thus gifts
Truth deriving comprehension from ‘objective’ communal subjectivity with
Intuition insight inclination outside from the rigid boxed conformity
Order may be found again in the chaos of our time of misrepresented bedlam
New Age Aquarius delivers acts upon fresh constellation contemplates the Universe
Kai Michael Neumann
07th June 2016
Now is the Aquarian Age and its predictable backlash
while America scares the hell into us.
Where culture wars of identity and recrimination
have become silos of information isolation.
Where critical thought and intellectualism
is targeted for finger pointing and 'woke' blaming.
They besmirch compassion under the rubric 'socialism'.
As though democratic socialism is, or has ever been, a bad thing?
Ask your Grandmother if she appreciates her pension?
Do you drive on roads and highways? Obey stop signs?
The inarticulate MAGA twenty first century pledge of allegiance
is fealty to a neo-fascism of religious and race intolerance.
That empowered imperial colonialism and historic xenophobia.
Superiority manifest by God determined righteousness.
Ancient Abrahamic systems that privileged the elite.
Requiring fealty of the conditioned masses
by willing submission, called faith.
Separation of religion and state is a constitutional bulwark.
That is by credence and convention historically obscured.
The prayer breakfast obligatory for success.
'In God we Trust' is stamped on every bag of donor funds
that lobby the integrity of statespersons and politicians.
This is the history of our humanity; this is what we face,
this is what we are up against, these are the powers manifest.
And now we are in a time of critical potential.
Where idealism confronts ignorance
administered by hate, and unexamined faith.
Where jingoism can be 'replaced' by compassionate humanism.
Liberating us from media forged manacles of corporate, state,
or religious indoctrination that still enforce their control.
We rise defiant throughout the world to the Age of Aquarius.
Articulate, and provocative.
Inspired by ideals of Global Unity,
and the 2.0 of humanity.
Towering barked skeletons
stoically bend, bowing
towards the majestic huge moon
reflecting all of the suns glory
as misty clouds try to shade
her celestial beauty.
As if angered by our lack
of the awareness of her presence
in the winter the season,
the air dipped her temperature,
teasing the skin with
those infamous goose bumps.
Gradually journeying across the cosmos,
chased by ballooning misty clouds,
the titanic moon faded into a distant glow.
Sheltered in the womb of my warm bedroom,
I fell asleep gazing out through one window,
to be awakened by the sun’s rays through another.
How gloriously wonderful are the treats of nature
that are constantly given to creatures like you and me.
How can I sever wolf-waves from the selfish sea?
I ache to cut the rogue from the relentless flow
his crest —swelled in high rise on testosterone tide—
swindles my tease to tame his blue Neptune flame
mocking my sun dried bed with unruly despise
he rides a white steed in petulant power with the moon
I am the passive strand of sand longing for his rhythm
oh timpani thunder roll in roll over me my skin awaits
taunt of aerated fate I await with serrated silence
stranded by him… I await… as inconsequential
as an oyster without a pearl
as a pearl unfulfilled without a knotted strand
I am the beach exposed at the lowest ebb
my eyes not sand-blind when cherry sun colors him red
and fuels his restless quest for honeypot conquests
to consummate sunset with supple skies far from home
and conjugate with sugar-shores not his own
my protests to his stray-sprees lay like loose scree
lure-lyrics litter air but then die a pale chitter in his ear
fruited gripes broken in breakers re-rhymed into pulp
summer-sweet to his palate as beach plum wine—
whine in the grind of my grain soundproofed by his kiss
where is his echo to my thirsty plea of love
when he’s the romeo sea and I’m the sand seduced
who exists in recline to absorb his homecoming
while beach-grass-bending-wind
whips my voice away from my throatless soul?
my resist drowns in liquid grooves of his Aquarian drum beat—
spume churned in our surf zone becomes spindrift in wind
echoes of the silent shore echo in me alone