Long Capricorn Poems
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“The further we travel the more truth we can comprehend”—Hypatia
She is amongst the moon flowers glowing
‘neath the skyline she illumes, lilac fragrance
her essence observing as once b'fore as an ancient
the above constellations, predestined
Once more, in early summer thru fall,
at dusk, and for a single night,
she bares the sepal,
a Moon flower blooms
In the evening as the sun sets
her shy soft petals imploding by dawn
For a single night, she'll look upwards,
her visible movement exploding as
Synesius, stems erect alongside,
an admirer of the astronomer,
an extraordinary tryst
Both overarching, seekers,
stargazers empirical, seers linking life and the cosmos
An Ellipse Empress, Hypatia
explores the zodiac feast, a sterling banquet for her eyes,
pensive process and celebration
effusive cornucopia are her sheer delights,
orbits on the locus of the elliptical,
of the planets around the sun
Apollonius astronomy
her fate written in the stars, I believe now
the cold stones thrown,
that crush an unshrouded bourgeois body
nor her exquisite intellect brain,
pleasures a fundamental mind
takes part in, mobs’ mutilation
these the mundane
Her legacy escaped the brutal denial’s
curves (a plane with a cone) her gifts
unlocking cosmic secrets
travel is truth unfolding from beyond,
fateful is an air of unavoidable destiny designed,
baleful, fate unfurls transparently
ere inevitable onyx eyes,
ere eyes castration
The sea-goat navigates as Capricorn
astrologically inauspicious
part fish depths never forlorn
never portentous
The ram’s dramatic energy, Aries
the golden fleece savior of Phrixus and Helle,
So forth never-ending
charted alignments propels
.......It was written in the stars
I awaken to the sound of your voice, your words, calling to me...
Calling to me...Petitioning me... like an ethereal Siren's Song
Moving towards me just as waves journey toward an empty beach...
Always and forever...moving towards that lonely shore.
The Inevitable.
The speed of their emotional swells depending upon the wind
and the temperaments of the day.
Soft and lapping curiously when all is calm and clear
Furious and violently agitated when darkness hides the sun.
In spite of Saturn's cruelty we were destined to intersect
to hold these ongoing conversations...
Venus had put forth her resolution and now I wait for you
Just as the sands have waited endlessly for the eternal cycles of the tides.
I have been waiting...waiting...waiting...
waiting for you to meet me
waiting for you to come flowing in
waiting to absorb and finally feel the liquid of your caress.
Morning, noon, and night
I wait to hear from you
I wait...the Bullish Immovable Beast...I am the constant shore
Shaped only by your fascinations.
And you come to me, changeable Capricorn
Fluid as the great blue divide that separates the firm continents
Always changing, never stagnant...Always moving toward or away
Timeless ocean, timeless current, evermore.
I hear you singing an Ancient Mariner's Song
Its meaning holds the depths of repeated sailor's lore
Your stories sharing vast oceans of wisdom
that may have been floating on some wizened seaman's mind.
His voice, as yours, always sure to find
A welcoming lonely harbor on an expectant, yearning shore.
The tides mark the times for when we will meet
For when you will continue your engraving
Etching your love on toward me
as a fine lithography for now and forevermore.
Waves serve as your wild embrace
You place your countenance upon my face
I am unable to resist your advances
You have laid claim to the barren coastline of my heart.
Although I long for a permanence
In which Venus would so rejoice
You always leave me wanting more
Saturn still rules your mind.
There is nothing I see as so inescapable
as your leavings and your ongoing returns.
There is nothing so inevitable between us
except the Terra Firma of our minds.
(December 1, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
given a double whammy
they wanted to double down
on double talk
in the
torrid gust
the summer solstice
its sundry insectile eyes
seething with sultry scorn
in this weather channeled
source of telegenic storms
seasonal shifts are
lost in translation
poisoned neural flowers
the root of
rotting neurosis
the Earth becomes
Venusian
profoundly tragic
hypersonic horses
fly out of the digital barn
they sail over the
northern hemisphere
firing blinding arrows
into the dead brains
The Tropic of Cancer
and Capricorn
relax in the tropics
the Sun lords it
over the equator
precession calmly proceeds
(23.44° is the Magic Number)
all is well
in the best of all
possible
flatlands
January
Journey into the New Year named after Janus,
the god of beginnings and transitions.
Another year of New Year’s
celebration and resolutions
of new beginnings,
putting the past behind us,
and going forward into the future.
Under the Wolf Moon,
also known as the Cold,
Snow, or Winter Moon,
coldest month of the year.
Zodiac signs Aquarius and Capricorn,
birthstone garnet,
flower carnations.
Considered the month of deep reflection and celebrating
Coptic Christmas to remember Jesus Christ’s birth
Year with cheer and success.
~
January 25
~
8/9/2015
courtesy of management in general
and particularly Jackie Geiger
assistant property agent.
One benefit living social
at Highland Manor Apartments
until decrepit and bent...
constitutes qualifying for reimbursement
direct deposited into checking
as chump change event,
hence one generic grateful gent
feels self satisfied as Clark Kent.
After broken wing and prayer
granted courtesy The Flying Tigers
at long last located valuable information
issued December of each year
surprisingly enough exactly where
social security (2021) 1099 form
remained untouched, I swear,
yet earlier yesterday April 5th, 2022
at 1500 hours though very near,
and finally located necessary documentation
(think rental rebate) here
with unexpected discovery
birthed following poem aware
many if not all avid readers
will not care, nor give rat's a$$
regarding humdrum minor dilemma
involving one bonafide
*****sapiens merely
bruising himself – common Joe
garden variety generic biomass,
nonetheless, he fetes, lauds, tauts...
rental rebate tantamount
approximating financial reimbursement
without being unduly crass.
Thus reasonable rhyme
yours truly doth aire
without stut... stut...
stuttering, yet no guarantee
wordsworth their weight
in gold will ring clear
more likely receive
frosty reception everywhere
across world wide web,
perhaps with unwelcome glare,
yet profuse apology
if man with wit - me,
(i.e. Whitman) didst unwittingly interfere
with unwanted distraction
courtesy bobbing square
pants donned sponge
soaking up precious time (yours)
foolish longfellow rushing in where
one capricorn long since wed
not nsync, but alone,
cuz angels fear to tread
"quod erat demonstrandum"
forgotten Latin accessed
at least once year
when yours truly crafts poetry
more familiarly recognized as Q.E.D.
(shares close pronunciation
with ska quid word)
ditch costs extra nay saying
horse sense according to Ned,
whoop sorry, I meant mister Ed.
Robert's cause of death will probably be:
Corona Virus, at age 20
~ Character Cause of Death Profile ~
Death
Probable age of death
20
Probably cause of death
COVID 19
Other likely causes
Heart Disease
Diabetes
Liver condition
Noteworthy funeral attendees
Trisha Patsy Vau, aged 19 -girlfriend
Virgil James Cull, aged 81 -friend
Basic Information
Name:
Robert Micheal Best
Nicknames:
Bobbie / Tall Robert
Reason for nicknames:
Derived from Robert / Descriptive
Date of birth:
Thursday, 6th Jan 2020 (Age 20)
Star sign:
Capricorn
Nationality:
British
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Social class:
Middle class
Religion:
Atheist
Sexuality:
Straight
Education:
Some college
Course:
Sports science
Political views:
Far-left
Relationship status:
In a relationship with Trisha Patsy Vaughan
Career path:
Athletic/Profession Poet
a fiction write
6/24/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Rental rebate plus affordable rent...
After wing and prayer
granted courtesy The Flying Tigers
at long last located valuable information
issued December of each year
surprisingly enough exactly where
social security (2019) 1099 form
remained untouched, I swear
yet earlier yesterday at 1200 hours
February 27th, though very near,
and finally located necessary documentation
(think rental rebate) here
with unexpected discovery
birthed following poem aware
many if not all avid readers
will not care, nor give rat's ass
regarding humdrum minor dilemma
involving one bonafide
*****sapiens merely
bruising himself - garden variety biomass,
nonetheless, he fetes, lauds, tauts...
rental rebate tantamount
approximating financial reimbursement
without being unduly crass.
Thus reasonable rhyme
yours truly doth aire
without stut... stut...
stuttering, yet no guarantee
wordsworth their weight
in gold will ring clear
more likely receive
frosty reception everywhere
across world wide web,
perhaps with unwelcome glare,
yet profuse apology
if man with wit - me,
(i.e. whitman) didst unwittingly interfere
with unwanted distraction
courtesy bobbing square
pants donned sponge
soaking up precious time (yours)
foolish longfellow rushing in where
one capricorn long since wed
not nsync, but alone, cuz angels fear to tread
"quod erat demonstrandum"
more familiarly recognized as Q.E.D.
(shares close pronunciation with quid)
ditch costs extra horse sense according to Ned,
whoop sorry, I meant mister Ed.
we remain
at DEFCON 4
no cause for alarm
we continue to monitor
this situation
very fluid
interesting times
buckle your
seat belt
Nosydoomas prophesized:
the Bear goes ballistic
the Eagle tears itself to shreds
Mars, Saturn, and Pluto meet in the Capricorn Cafe
the Sky will melt
Vlad the Impaler
vladified:
"I haven’t said that the troops
will go there right now...
impossible to forecast
a specific pattern of action...”
Warfare not seen
since 1945
A twisted sense of history
Sanctions an act of war
US troops deployed to Baltics
NATO will contemplate
Dr. Nyet's
hypersonic phallic spears
launched from a doped Mt. Olympus
under the Black Sea
Where will he stop?
(A former POTUS told us
he has a good soul)
We will not fight
the Russians
no sign Russia
will press further West
no cause for alarm
no nuclear threat at this time
We continue to monitor
the situation
the threat
of worldwide escalation
is minimal
NATO fighter jets on high alert
DEFCON 3?
Shock Around the World.
NATO vs. CSTO
EU vs. EAEU
SMERSH vs. SPECTRE
From Russia with Hate
(reboot 0000000000000000.7)
Dust off Dr. Strangelove
As Putty the Annexer suggested:
"SPEAK, SPEAK, SPEAK PLAINLY!"
Obituary of DAVID FRED JONES-
Here we gather today to pay homage of a lost brother whom lived and died
We honor him with are presents as we mourn his lost of live in this plane and time.. Today we celebrate the life of he whom we know and loved..
Obituary
Name: David Fred Jones
Nicknames: Dave/Too Tall Tavid
Date of birth: Thursday 11th January 1979 (Age 40)
Star sign: Capricorn
Nationality: British
Ethnicity: Mixed
Social class: Middle class
Religion:Agnostic
Sexuality: Straight
Education: PhD Business and Political science College graduate
Political views: Left
Relationship status: in a relationship with Wade Emma Dean(engaged)
Probable age if death 62
Probably cause of death killed during an extreme ironing competition
Coinciding with chronic lower respiratory disease heart disease from falling off a cliff
Funeral noteworthy attendees...
Wade Emma Dean, aged 70 girlfriend
Weston Herb Norton 62 friend
Elsie Israel Jones (nee Craig) aged 92 mother
Maximus Sonny Jones 67 brother
Kelly Ashton Shannon ex girl friend
Rest
In
Peace
DAVID FRED JONES
~1/11/79-5/12/19~
5/12/19
A love built on trust
Our love flutters on calypso breezes,
cruising on the tropic of Capricorn
All of our anxieties it eases,
as mango sun wakes us this August morn
Passionate dew glistens on sun kissed skin
as we gaze at skies of peaches and cream
your essence incites desires within
We're enamored in this tropical dream
This is no cruise ship infatuation
We confess and reveal history's scars
tethered together in hearts migration
Promising love, under the moon and stars
Shooting stars ricochet through cosmic dust
Heavenly signs that our love's built on trust
John Derek Hamilton
July 13,2017