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This is what I hear written in the stars
Leo's are supposed to be loyal
Well this guy's a Leo and will vouch for that
Also happy and playful and joyful
Never think of cheating on dear wifey-poo
It's never ever crossed my mind
Always an example of a true loyal Leo
Trust is how our marriage is defined
Opportunities have risen to test my resolve
But I still remain loyal to the core
Temptation can become a very strong factor
To weaken would be easy for sure
We must always remember our solemn oath
Standing in front of the preacher
To love one another till death do us part
Absolutely nothing could be sweeter
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
From the mystical world of the Astrology
I'm generous, strong and warmhearted
That's if you believe in symbology
Not making this up, check it out
Masculine, positive and extroverted
If I listen too carefully, my head will swell
Which should definitely be averted
My wife suggested widening the doorways
Or I might severely injure my brain
Methinks my honey's being a bit facetious
But I love her a bunch just the same
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
Just a fun-loving guy who enjoys my life
They also say I'm very broad-minded
Love broads but don't tell my wife!
This is what I hear is written in the stars
Leo's are supposed to be loyal
Well this guy's a Leo and will vouch for that
Also happy and playful and joyful
Would never think of cheating on Cathie
It's never ever crossed my mind
Always an example of a true loyal Leo
Trust is how our marriage is defined
Opportunities have risen to test my resolve
But I still remain loyal to the core
Temptation can become a very strong a factor
To weaken would be easy to be sure
We must always remember our solemn oath
Standing in front of the preacher
To love one another till death do us part
Absolutely nothing could be any sweeter
© Jack Ellison 2015
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
From the mystical world of Astrology
I'm generous, strong and warmhearted
That's if you believe in symbology
Not making this up, check it out
Masculine, positive and extroverted
If I listen too carefully, my head will swell
Which should definitely be averted
My wife suggested widening the doorways
Or I might severely injure my brain
Methinks my honey's being a bit facetious
But I love her a bunch just the same
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
Just a fun loving guy who enjoys life
They also say I'm very broad-minded
Love broads but don't tell my wife
(Leo - our cat's name)
Dear Leo, this verse is about you!
It's being shared not out of the blue
He is the morning person of all
But he doesn't require a rooster's call
He likes going for a morning walk
Of course; only up to kitchen block
He gets delighted to stirring sound
And responds if he's in and around
He takes a stance by arching its back
And displays his prudence to attack
Wise enough to show his intention
Follows on to catch our attention
He does give no scope to any mess
He never takes food less or excess
Our casual talks filled with his bites
We feel proud to share all those highlights
Decodes signs like a flawless scanner
Wins hearts with an elegant manner
He always appears to be composed
With great love, the best of him disclosed
Star of Sirus
Sparkling brightest
Aligns with the sun in Leo
Night darkest night
All year she’ll await
Bright star so bright
On August eight
Dog days of summer
Rising on the horizon
Nile flood
Taking life away
Lyon hungers for blood
Devouring his prey
Gatekeeper’s trust
Opens the portal
Shades of deepest orange
Evoking energy
Open your heart mortal
Flames of fire scorching
The doorway closes in
Mid-August
Energy in abundance
The lion doesn’t hesitate
Leo the Lion
The fire sign
Courage and pride soar
The lions gate
Confirming presence
Intentions roar
Dominance
Eastern sky
Opportunity awaits
August eighth
Leo’s alliance to the star Sirus
Opening Lionsgate
Sun is in Leo
Enter the higher dimensions
Layers of energy peaks
Opportunist the lion does not hesitate
Enter the Lionsgate at own risk
A boy named Leo, with hair of yellow sun,
Stood on a path when autumn had begun.
His jacket, blue as skies on a clear day,
Held a secret pocket, hidden away.
The air was crisp, the world a golden haze,
A perfect backdrop for these wondrous days.
His boots, well-worn and scuffed a dusty brown,
Had walked through fields and every part of town.
He reached a hand inside his coat, so deep,
And pulled a treasure from its magic sleep.
A vivid red ball, a perfect, bouncy sphere,
Then shiny pebbles, crystal-like and clear.
Next came a feather, from a bluebird's wing,
A silver key, a strange and ancient thing.
A tiny soldier, standing straight and tall,
He answered to a silent, unheard call.
A skipping stone, so smooth and grey and flat,
A yellow lollipop, how sweet was that.
A picture of a girl with a brilliant smile,
He gazed at it for quite a long, long while.
A seashell, listening to the ocean's sound,
Though miles of land were all that could be found.
And last of all, a leaf of maple bright,
A perfect star of red and golden light.
His pocket, empty, yet it gave and gave,
A magic trick, a wondrous, happy wave.
And Leo smiled, with pockets full of dreams,
On that beautiful day, or so it seems.
This is what I could not utter—
A rush of light, a whirlwind of strange emotion
A toss, a glimmer, a melodious peak Into the bindings of your soul
I breathed in your pain
And exhaled your smile
You said, “I am with you,
Remember me, and honor my strength
Cross the thresholds into love’s gaping acceptation!” You roared its welcome in my lust for knowledge
And how the world screams against those that love
To those who arise from the waters in flames
Freely and heavily, who wavers but the fear that imprisons us?
I want to unravel the world with you
Finish symphonies of psalms with you
Cross oceans, barriers, trusts and travesties
But I am bound here in this darkness
How then can you see my fire?
Because you are the fire You are with me
You are in me
In your pride, in your integrity,
You have accepted who I must become
These feelings feel alien to me
Like they were lost for so long
And have begged to be found
But once found they wish to crawl back into the night
But it is your light that will reveal its true beauty
This is what I could not utter—
For my throat was constricting reality itself The rest lay dormant in fear and despair
I was unable to comprehend its light
I was unable to apprehend the fright
And it was your fight
That so long ended the night
It was our light
That befitted my delight
You begged, “Please, let me in,
I am cold out here
Open, open open!
Let it all go,
You are one in a million!”
We are the same
In the universe we dwell
Making sense of it all
Yet we are so infinitely different But is there clarity in the shadows?
Is there truth in this fear? Teach me to trust the day Teach me to rise out of love
I rest easy enough in this languishing confession But can I close my eyes again to hear the roars that deafen my threats?
Can I close my eyes to this connection,
Is it hellbent,
Or heaven sent?
Chance is of the essence….
Or is it love?
To that hope,
I open my door to you
April 25, 2018
A Cry to the Vicar of Christ
On the eighth of May—
in the year the world was wounded—
white smoke rose,
and the Spirit whispered:
Leo XIV.
Not a crown,
but a cross.
Not glory—
but Gethsemane.
Go now,
Holy Father,
to Gaza,
where God bleeds quietly
under shattered mosques.
A child cries without sound.
A mother digs without grave.
Hope is ash.
Peace is myth.
And still—
your hands are clean.
Go to the sons of empire—
tell them:
No more prayers dipped in petrol.
No more justice from jets.
No more peace purchased with pain.
And to Israel,
tell Benjamin:
God is not your sword.
He is your witness.
Every Palestinian child
is a gospel we’ve burned.
Every mother,
a Madonna without her Christ.
Go also to Congo. Sudan. Libya. Ukraine.
Do not wave.
Do not preach.
Walk.
Bleed.
Kneel.
Did you not hear Romero,
when the soil sang blood in El Salvador?
The Church was never meant
to hide behind stained glass.
Let the Vatican strip gold from its bones.
Let the cassock gather dust.
Let the Pope
become a man.
For when Pope Francis passed,
he whispered:
“Reality is more than ideas.”
And Gaza is real.
God weeps there still.
Let history write,
not of sermons,
but of a man in white
who saved God
in Gaza.
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
From the mystical world of the Astrology
I'm generous, strong and warmhearted
That's if you believe in symbology
Not making this up, check it out
Masculine, positive and extroverted
If I listen too carefully, my head will swell
Which should definitely be averted
My wife suggested widening the doorways
Or I might severely injure my brain
Methinks my honey's being a bit facetious
But I love her a bunch just the same
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
Just a fun loving guy who enjoys life
They also say I'm very broad-minded
Love broads but don't tell my wife!
© Jack Ellison 2014