Long Horoscopes Poems
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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!
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
(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)
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.
There’re so many sad love poems around here.
If you guys need help negotiating love’s slippery slope,
let me offer you, your own, romantic horoscope!:
Don’t court romantic disaster
don’t mistake a lightbulb for the moon
Titanic wasn't a rom com
and a sad update:
Grand romantic gestures don’t happen anymore,
you're lucky to get a vibration in our pocket with a "sorry" text
I know what you're thinking though, “We didn’t know the moon was useless until we landed on it,” but once you’ve ‘landed’ on a guy (or girl), once or twice, it’s too late—you’re likely ‘in it.’
Big picture-wise, I think we all have Shakespeare to thank for unrealistic, romantic storylines. Romeo & Juliet are the perfect example—they meet, fall in love and marry the very next day.
In Shakespeare’s defense though, love in his world-building was always messy and imperfect, and there were few "happily ever after" narratives. (The exception being Beatrice and Benedick, in ‘Much Ado About Nothing’).
In a side note, my weekly horoscope (Libra) for the Thanksgiving holiday reads:
“You’ve become so self-centered, It’s all about you. What about your family? Before you go emo and angry, change your perspective—own it—strive to improve relationships.”
Sarsh (so harsh) in this writer’s opinion.
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(Songs for this):
Love Is In Town by Brenda Boykin
Do You Even Know? by Rae Morris
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
Morning! Sunrise! Fresh happiness arrives!
With dawn and songs of birds existence thrives!
Music and hymns from holy shrines do gong!
Each plant, tree, flower, and fruit adds its song!
Birds, Bees, and flies compete to soar the sky!
Abound In bliss and happiness, I sigh.
Noon! The sun of delight in splendor prime!
Life full bloom like lotus, with fragrance mime;
The universe gleeful, exuberant,
In health and wealth joyous, protuberant;
When rays and horoscopes humanely nigh,
An amalgamation of moods! I sigh.
Silvery golden brightly moonlit night,
And wandering stars, in romance, take flight;
I lie glancing my kinsfolk in each star,
Who lives on some planet so very far;
My thoughts roam around with them very high,
My eyes shed tears in rain torrents! I sigh.
The spring or summer or fall or winter,
Sigh of mine never a season hinder;
Stress, anxiety, sadness, and despair,
Sigh has physic-psychic-somatic flare;
Seasons and months and weeks and days fast fly,
When storms of change shake the roots, I sigh.
Anytime whilst the innocent suffer,
The insolent might empathy utter;
Life of the poor become way of the cross,
The world stands by the flaws of rotten laws;
When the weird and scared in misery cry,
Agony erupts from my heart. I sigh.
13 July 2021
What Makes You Sigh... Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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.
I can only imagine how wonderful tomorrow
will be: being illuminated with the sunrise's blissful light;
I'm breathing a promising new life without strife,
I look above making myself this solemn promise:
to live all day and accept them without feeling low,
with no uncertainties on this mind seeking pure delight!
I'm worrying much less,
letting this prophecy pass;
it's not fate that limits my ability
to plan things and take on challenges:
there's no fear in me, I've overcome anxiety
and be where I should be...thinking wisely!
I can only envision a future built on concrete reality,
not reading horoscopes that reveal many fears,
or a sadness deeply felt through a painful tragedy;
no wish is greater than mine to make final amends
and be at peace with myself despite the high winds
that set ablaze dreams that are as fragile as sand castles!
I'm worrying much less, showing no distress;
I'm planning a strategy, not throwing the dice
and not remembering a hopeless past! gloomy skies
are beginning to smile with brilliant sunshine,
pretty flowers are a joy to smell: beautiful butterflies
swirl around me longing for a tender caress!
I'm worrying much less, showing no distress;
I'm finally getting rid of pain and distress!
My convictions refuse to give any of my poetry’s limelight to horoscopes or the like because these go against my belief in the Son of God, the Word of God and the grace of God. Because I don’t believe in horoscopes, and actually am against them as they are sinful and against God’s instructions, I won’t be using the title chosen by the contest sponsor. I do love Silent One though and will offer my poem as a reflection of that love, even if it is omitted from the contest because of the title. God bless you all.
“We are all petals of imperfection sharing the same sun” - Silent One
Tears fall quietly,
Remembering the heart’s seasons,
Glistening through the skies,
Like the richest purity,
Twilight bleeding into songs,
Meant to bless, the heal, to say…
Heaven is but moments away,
So we wait, on bended knee,
For the joy that we’ll soon see,
Joy beyond what we might dream,
Joy alive, like the sun’s glow,
Like the moon’s slow climb,
Like the moment He was mine….
Tears kiss my cheek,
Dewlike and refreshing, aching,
Expressions of faith, hope, love,
The silence of a clear, cool night,
Abiding in the soul who knows,
His love just grows – it grows and grows,
Serene and satisfying, spiritual sanctions,
Erasing the fears, the tears, the years…
Before I was sure that what I am feeling,
When He is with me, when He reveals Himself,
Through the bird’s morning songs,
Through the firefly’s dance in the dark,
Through the effortless music that invites…
Hearts to hear the trees as they talk,
Souls to feel the grace who speaks soft,
Spirits to taste the love that stirs hope…
Tears glisten on my heart, flowing,
As the winds pick up speed, rushing,
Toward the moment when I first believed,
He is the One who made light so I see…
He is the reason for my heart’s peace,
He is the reason for my soul’s devotion,
He is the reason for my spirit’s praise.
Tears never let go of the way they can say…
Though so imperfect, my love – I will pray…
Beyond my flaws and failures,
Beyond my many imperfections,
There is a story of God’s Son creating a hope,
Beyond what I might have expected,
A faith far greater than I’d ever predicted,
A love that is alive like the fire living inside…
Because He created my best life…
Because He became the sacrifice,
Because He surely is the bread of life!