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We're a Gemini
One body, two different sides
Face remains the same
We try not to lie
We can have two opinions
Two sides of same tale
Gemini's are cool
But they are not mystical
It's just magic tricks
Now, in Ancient Rome
We're Romulus and Remus
Rome's quite famous twins
Raised on Palentine Hill
According to the legend
Romulus founded Rome
Gemini's old soul
Gemini's born in the Spring
As the flowers bloom
Here's the range of dates
Gemini's May 21st
Through June 20th
We're adaptable
Curious and quick-witted
Also, smart and fun
Now, the Libra sign
Gemini gets along with
Aquarius too
All three are Air Signs
Ruled by Air Elementals
All full of hot air!
You feelin' lucky?
We're like a coin, heads and tails
Shall we flip for it?
Now, you must be brave
Dangerous to flip a coin
With a Gemini
Now play the Pea Game
Now you see it, now you don't
Faster than your eye
Which one will you choose
Shuffling cups 'round the board
Geminis never lose
Now let's play some Darts
Geminis hit the bullseye
Always every time
Now let's Roll the Bones
Geminis will roll Sevens
While you roll Snake Eyes
Now let's play Poker
Gemini wins Ace High!
Gemini Joker
Gemini's Dream
We dream of Electric Sheep
As we fall asleep
It seems like it seems
Like others, Gemini's Dream
Dream within a Dream
Ask a Gemini
To give you our opinion
Which one will you choose
Don't tell Fairy Tales
Don't lie to a Gemini
We'll see right through you
Better hide yourself
Geminis have Third Eyes that
See into your mind
Another thing quite cool
Geminis see in your soul
And see what you are
You can't run and hide
Anytime from our Third Eye
It's just not advised
Gemini's Present
Geminis live in the past
The Gemini's Future
If you need someone,
Gemini's are True-Blue Friends
Will be till the end
Which is where we are
At the end of my poem
Gemini Goodbye...
Copyright ©? Jeff W. Watson, August 5, 2026
He never knew which woman she would be when she arrived.
Angel or devil? Sexy siren or sad, morose, angry imp? Little girl lost?
She was a Gemini, so there were other personalities, of course.
She was mercury, sliding and slipping through her personas.
One of the main reasons he loved her was her adventurous sides.
Angel was sweet, tender, delicate, enthusiastic about everything.
She had a laugh that curled his toes and the sides of his mouth.
She was not as eager to play the games he liked, but that was okay.
Devil aka sexy siren was something else. She wore a trench coat.
He never knew if there would be something purple and silky
or nothing at all, under that coat with its ugly eight buttons.
Sexy siren put him through his paces, and he loved that!
Tonight he suspected she was sad, angry imp. She came in frowning.
He took a few steps back. He was a bit afraid of this one.
The last time she’d been here, she had destroyed a mirror and a bookcase.
Angry imp glared at him hard. He gasped. Then she took off her coat……
I married him not to change him, but because I loved him
Never dreaming he was marrying me for another reason
I wants to mold me into another person, a sixties housewife
I did not marry a house; I married him. I kick and scream.
He is shocked at my refusal to not be me.
I run down the streets screaming my truth, hoping to escape.
Wishing for approval, not notoriety, but at least acceptance.
It is not to be. He has been here first, and he is persuasive.
A Gemini, charming, a wolf in sheep’s clothing who has gained trust.
He has me, I am his captive, but I go into it shrieking!
He has chosen my clothes, and lays out my day – in order.
He is totally not the man I thought I was getting; I am shocked.
I begin to shut down, maybe because I have already been isolated.
It is the first thing an abuser does. They isolate you through intimidation.
I do not like to see his pouty face or raised hand. I go into this whimpering.
I used to have a successful business, a computer, a cell phone.
I have none of these things now – just petticoats and aprons, lacy lingerie.
He is training me to be the woman he wanted, not woman I thought he loved.
I am shrieking and screaming and wailing and keening but silently.
Because I am terrified of the monster I have married.
I was born
Under a bad sign
The sign of the scorpion
In late October
In the year of the Goat
I did my chart once
I had five stars
In Scorpio
Sun, Rising Star, Mars,
Jupiter and Pluto
Moon in Aeries
A very Scorpion signs
Filled with passion, fire
And furry
The woman who did my chart
Said that it was a very powerful sign
And that I would accomplish great things
According to western astrologers
A Scorpio-Gemini relationship
Is a very challenging thing
But when it works
It can be one of the most
Profound relationships
According to Chinese Astrology
The goat and pig
Are the best astrological combo
The best that there can be
In the end
Does it matter
What sign I was born under?
All that matters
Is that I met and married
The woman of my dreams
And met my fate
On that date.
My Libra is completely gaga over me; I am a Gemini.
He has been pursuing me since we were five-years-old.
He told our first-grade teacher that he was going to marry me.
He is determined and resolute; I held a grudge about this for years.
When I gave him another chance, we were fifteen-years-old.
We became best friends because he is honest, kind, and can be silly.
He makes me laugh, and he always has my back.
There is no one I trust more than my Libra.
We have been married for fifty-four years; children who met at age four.
A Gemini and a Libra, the best marriage combination of all.
Is the ship
still in its bottle..
Have your lips
become dry,
tired from yearning.
Do you still wear
my sage shirt.
Are you still crying,
are all those tears for me..
Are you still reading the silent one?
Did you write me one last poem
or is your poetic garden full of decay?
Do you ever hear my voice
echo in the silence.
Turn around when
you feel my presence?
Do you call my name,
forgetting I'm no longer there..
Have you lost hope,
wondering where I am,
if I'm watching from up above?
Are you still hiding,
tired from smiling,
still pretending.
Has life lost substance?
Those shattered pieces of glass
do they still reflect regret,
is your heart heavier than a cliché
resembling fragments of stone,
do you look back at the footsteps in the sand?
Do you listen to our songs,
the ones we forgot to sing,
where I was the chorus
to the rhythm of your heartbeats.
Am I still your journal?
Does sunset still have meaning,
do you sit there cursing the Gemini moon,
does June still have a purpose?
In episodes of rage
are you angry that
I could not fulfil my promise,
do you hate me for being gone
blame me for destroying our dreams,
am I the reason you feel trapped?
Did you cry upon my grave,
place a carnation upon
the soil which has buried me
or do you never visit?
.... Do you still love me?
I want to be youthful and free,
Like the Gemini Sun and Moon conjunction person I am.
I was born, destined to be a soul reborn via New Moon phase.
I want to feel the right to be me,
Like a twelve-folding of all my natal astrology star signs.
I was born, destined to be another unique individuality.
I want to respect nature and animals,
Like the Taurus Sun and Moon conjunction soul I am.
I was born, destined to be an epileptic, Bohemian in spirit.
I want to hold steadfast in my faith,
Like a unifier of all religions; spiritualities; sciences.
I was born, destined to know how God lasts eternally.
I want to serve justice and liberation,
Like the Libra Sun and Moon conjunction spirit I am.
I was born, destined to be a true believer.
I want to embrace the world I'm born into,
Like holding a fondness for all countries.
I was born, destined to learn about the world as a whole.
I want to achieve my ideals and dreams,
Like holding a spirit of never giving up.
I was born, destined to realize not all is as seems -to me.
I want to know a lot about myself,
Like holding a candle in the darkness of unknowing everything.
I was born, destined to find out all of who I am in a life of mine.
I want to be myself in my own way,
Like a wise child wandering and silently learning things.
I am a soul reincarnated, born to be myself (who I am for now).
Petals of Imperfection
“We are all petals of imperfection sharing the same sun”
- Silent One
we are all flowers planted in the sun
and we grow each day even in the rain
though some of us are not perfect
each one is beautiful in their own way
a flower unique
with petals not perfect
swaying in the sun
like each person is different and rare
individual and special
with petals designed by God himself
in hues and shapes divine
I love wild flowers growing in the forest
little treasures with waving petals
caressed by the sun
their lives are ending when petals begin fall
yet they still sway in the sun
exactly like some people
when death is near or when illness comes
their petals are no longer strong
they hold on until their petals begin to fall
and wither
one by one, till the end . . .
B Beginning my life's journey
O On a long road of discovery
R Reaching for the stars
N Needing to know...but will I ever?
U Underestimating the universe
N Now finds me under it's power
D Deep within the heart, a longing
E Eclipsing the moon
R Reflected in the eyes of the sky
G Gazing with curiosity through cloudy windows
E Each pane stares back at me, my twin...
M My mirror image , her look of wonder
I I search her face to see if she has the answers
N No secrets revealed,.. we must both continue to seek...and like a moth...
I I flutter, as does she, against the glass, to reach the light
Acrostic Contest
I thought I had maybe clicked to ignore six or seven poets on another site.
Being open minded, and flexible, I was horrified to see
I actually had blocked fourteen people
who had irritated me at one time or another.
I do not even know what they did, but I am a Gemini
This is no excuse, but I do know I react swiftly,
sometimes overreacting, without using the intelligence
Geminis are born with.
It was so liberating, freeing, and it made me happy to unblock them.
I cannot explain how or why, only that now there is nothing
standing between me and my fellow poets, including my temper
So thank you for the terrific idea, my darling new best friend!
It is as if an elephant sitting on my chest just hiccupped
and flew into the air in the form of a monarch.
How wise this was! I am grateful.
Knowing I would have never done it “on my own.”