Long Pleiades Poems
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"Seeded"
planted in the mind, another way of being
outside spectrum, the act of forgiveness
the lore of love, united with the Seven Sisters
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"The Pleiadean Frequency"
https://youtu.be/5FHMTeyPlbo
“Suddenly they all fell off the edge into the sky, where they all turned into stars."
“One day, as they danced, they found themselves rising little by little into the air, their heads being light through hunger. How this happened they did not know, but one said, “Do not look back, for something strange is taking place”. A woman, too, saw them rise and called them back, but with no effect, for they still rose slowly above the earth. She ran to the camp, and all rushed out with food of every kind, but the children would not return, though their parents called piteously after them. But one would even look back, and he became a falling star. The others reached the sky, and are now what we call the Pleiades, and the Onondagas Oot-kwa-tah. Every falling or shooting star recalls the story, but the seven stars shine on continuously, a pretty band of dancing children.”
Pleiades
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pleiades
What is a Starseed?
https://typicallytopical.com/what-is-a-starseed/
Starseed, Pleiadian
https://typicallytopical.com/pleiadian-starseed/
Starseed, Types
https://typicallytopical.com/starseed-types/
Legends of the Star People
https://montanapioneer.com/legends-of-the-star-people/
Concept of Soul among North American Indians
https://www.se.edu/international-student/wp-content/uploads/sites/85/2019/09/NAS-2011-Proceedings-Danchevskaya.pdf
Onondaga Creation Story
https://www.aaanativearts.com/onondaga-creation-story
Origin of the Pleiades/Onondaga
https://www.firstpeople.us/FP-Html-Legends/OriginofthePleiades-Onondaga.html
North American Indian/Creation Legends
https://www.aaanativearts.com/legends-symbols/creation-legends
https://www.aaanativearts.com/legends-symbols
Madam, your chariot arrives, of camel hair and silk
Sparkling like the pleiades, sweet as heaven's milk
And all around us whistling, willows wet with songs
That you and I adrift on a dream may beyond all go
Back to that sweet palace where better wisdom flow
Solomon basked in oil, there retreat from the throngs.
I am your Solomon now, and you my Sheba, dear
My heart before you vow, O beauty,shines with light
Soft the ivory's tinted hue, the tap where beyond compare
The bridal bath is set, the marble clear water flows
And O the frangrance, as spices their aroma throws
On your sweetness'touch, restraining me with delight
Let us linger no more in fruited gardens, where silk soft
Upon our bodies tremble, we have taken our fill; few oft
Can share, palate and tongue salivating still, push aside
Crystal plates, and glass, and silver-gold cutlery. We can
Dance now, you and I, the music of times blended in one,
Skin to skin our bodies touch, my sweet, eternal bride
This is the palace of the great Solomon, love celebrates
Its crowning moments here. Let me feed plum and dates,
Let me rinse your breath with wine, and it shall not be yet
Sweeter than since Eden brought together our kind, free
Falter and to fail, and then to rise and come again, new glee
Of heart, new resolve of soul, for love is sweeter with regret.
Joy there is no better companion, and none but you to take
For there where Solomon stood we may undo all mistake
And besides you deserve to taste the luxuries of the ride.
None but you, for you alone can bring the magic to all I do
What use are kingdoms, and wealth, and all else if I yet rue
Hours of loneliness, and time apart from you, come O bride.
I love you, darling, woman, child. You fragile bird of bitter storms
Who like Eve far away, fell to the deceit beyong my purest arms,
Behold your chariot, feel its charms, the magic carpet of goodness
Truth, and Joy. Lie is imagination behind closed doors, trust is key
To open hearts and make life's highway clear. Come, enter the acme
Of the moment, for trust is come freedom gives birth to happiness.
David Smalling;Taking Joy Wellington a ride; 8/22/2012
She reunited with her lover
He has been away from home
For millennia
She waited alone
In the isolated cold and space
But she did not want the children
To think about their father
She as both mother and father
The duties and responsibilities
Were left to her
How could she denied them
Angelic faces that recalled
Her lover and husband
She went to her empty bedchamber
Every night with thoughts of him
On darken nights
None to warm her
She had her suitors
Men both great and small
Passerby and casuals
They would hang their members
On the walls of her home
Like Winter Solstice stockings
She would cut them down
One by one
Hurt by their pride
But nonetheless for the wear
More than 26,000 years
Preceded her longing
For her lover
Her patience greater than Job
Her steadfastness out last the face of the Sphinx
But on the fifteen day of December
Her lover returned back home
From a dangerous odyssey
Through comets
Quasars and black holes
And light years of distant
Galaxies
She had listened to more than a 1,000 tales
End of time stories that heralded his coming
But when she saw his divine countenance
She laughed uncontrollably
He was really home this time and
For good
She rushed into his arms
Then gently caressed his face
And kissed his tendered but broken lips
Followed by their children
Who embraced him around his legs
Venus Mars and Mercury
Raised their light quotients
In accordion
As the children lay in bed
Sleeping with crescent moon shaped
Smiles
She entered their bedchamber
With him by her side
She was now with her lover
Her lover was now with her
She was now the moon
Her lover was now the sun
And with this great solar return
She fertilized the sun
The earth and the moon
And with this great celebration story
She brought life forth to
Saturn
Jupiter
Uranus and Pluto
And the nearby Pleiades constellation
And with this galactic marriage
And sacred union
There was love and joy
And with this Hieros Gamos
And the triangulation
Of the Milky Way’s core
There was love and joy
The seeding and initiation
Of a new and great beginning
An event horizon
Let us begin
Stars and our Souls
Twas' a young gal was born in the dust the cradled in the dark
There in the darkness stood a hot fire as I felt a case of an immortal spark
With patience as I stand and learn to read of questioning and searching eyes
An unknown secret so splendidly there lay upon all the unconscious high in the skies.
Two things are abundantly known said a wise man do fill me with awe
High in the starry constellations does throw the moral of glowing law
So they say ye shall add another upon thy will-full roll ----
Upon the emphatic mortal and true marvel of the human soul.
Too many guides that know the hush of the star that guides the sailor's way
There off in the distance there may be lights the love's bower with liquid ray
That of toil and passion per say; stay clear of unknown dangers and bounty distress
True love, brave hope and the soft hush of the stars will utter a fashionable faithfulness.
Our guiding light before God thought, he then spoke an expressive word
Often in the darkness one not understand, the word was heard
For all of mankind looks up to where all the planets do softly swim
All will sing praise as God's thoughts have won glory then after him.
Often in life mere mortals of hearts do suffer through good and ill
After that as humans have been held with virtue and loyal will
As humans hold and adorn the law that rules our personal strife
With an insurmountable hush a star-surpassing all victories of life.
So take all matters of many our thanks, to all the readers of the skies
For people have embedded many devout astronomers, frequently most humble and wise
To upon our beauty of many auroras and lessons seem brighter as the stars can give
Towards an inward light there in the sky which helps us to live.
Timely as it seems, the world has brought a laurel-leaves of crown
A heavenly moment as a star-discoverer's name will be greatly renown,
To the many of colorful flowers of love as we lay with ease
An enchanting caress of an influence sweeter than the Pleiades!
Written: 1/25/15
Theresa Marie C.
The only way I could say that my life is good is because of my love for Eloah.
I want to be full of faith as Deacon Stephen and stare up at heaven and gaze at the holy spirit of Jeshua and Eloah.
Hallelujah.
I would laugh and sing praises to Eloah with other spirit compeers.
We would be in divine solidarity as we jump, shout, and share happy tears.
I would look upon his superlative omnipotence and my every being will be drawn towards his holiness and everlasting light.
Amazed, I would be at the sight of tall beautiful translucent creatures that stood in grandeur beside him, valorous upright.
I want to go to that Great Somewhere, where there will be nothing common to my life.
Where there are no boundaries in being a spirit force, no misery and strife.
Eloah's eternity of mass creations of the universe goes far beyond our imagination.
Far beyond our limited cosmos interpretation.
I would visit Eloah perfect creation of the terrestrial ecosystem of the exoplanets.
I would stand on top of hills and mountains covered with layers and layers of coarse granites.
Yes, since the universe has no edge and no measurement of time, I would travel with the pride of honorable free spirit forces to the Pleiades.
Maybe as a spirit force, we could travel to the Goldilocks zone and swim in the crystal blue rivers and seas.
As a spirit force, I could change into many forms of being.
Free to be of a significant origin with a significant meaning.
Free to be able to obtain great wisdom that would allow me to make incommensurable achievements that would satiate my heart and soul.
Oh, what a magnitude of triumph it would be to transform into a different character whose meaning in life is of a different role.
With every prayer, I believe in the Great Somewhere.
With every fiber of my being, I believe that Eloah and his only begotten son Jeshua create and rule from there.
copyright September 2023.
Psalm 19:1
Acts 6:3-8
I remember the days I was like Dracula
Lonely, and sucking peoples blood!
The life force of my victims,
Now that I've realized my true purpose!
Im kinda like Batman saving society at the darkest times,
No jokers just the riddler!
Solving complex codes
Messages from the unknown,
Mr strange- Mr. weirdo just saved
Gotham from its strange outcomes.
Alien invasion:
The intrusion of friends In my work,
Hard work no pay; just more will
More fire: I go supernova,
Writing for justice
The path of righteousness,
Superman and wonder woman's,
The Flash: the lightning of the heart
The light rod of the right hand,
Knowledge so bright:
It bursts through my eyes,
So I wear sun glasses like Cyclopes,
A freak show,
Welcome to Charles Xavier academy for the special,
A mutant fighting for humanity!
The irony behind the talented and the wicked,
So I never stop practicing even though this comes naturally,
Attracting medals and propelling bullets
I'm Magneto: casting magnetic force fields and blocking all hate speech!
I'm the shine: blasting across the Pleiades
Like Silver Surfer- travelling the cosmos,
Conquering planets like Galactus
Searching for more dreams: those gems!
I'm Thanos I wield the universe,
My imagination: altering reality
From the norm to the impossible
Call me Dr Strange-healing
life through metaphysics and alchemy,
learned sorcery from ancient tablets
Humming runes and invoking shadows,
My many bodies of armor: The Iron Man
A nerd to the folks who don't
understand my study of science;
and a humongous ego
To the people who see my dreams-
I go hulk and I smash the abominations,
Haters and enemies be big in numbers
But I have my friends:
The Avengers cheering me on,
more love and more will power-
kinda like Green Lantern fighting Sinestro
Man the envy! But I'll save the world,
My dreams in this battle of self.
The seven sisters’ supernal sight
was by sailors stellarly prized
in legendary dove-likened flight,
catasterism immortalized.
As mythical frieze empyreal
they appear in stargazers’ view
of the Pleiades ethereal
fleeing in misty byways blue.
They’ve lent the cosmos fabled luster
ever since by the ancients found
being the nearest open cluster
astrally gravitation bound.
The firmament they loftily graced
brightly seen in nocturnal skies
as by Orion the nymphs were chased
in their sidereal disguise.
Tennyson wrote that these stars of night
while ‘rising through the mellow shade’
glitter like a swarm of firefly light
‘entangled in a silver braid’.
Did Yeats mean the sisters as ‘Seven
Lights’ that ‘bowed in their dance and wept’?
Here the Pleiades serve as leaven
to raise our hearts where hopes have slept.
When we are weary of worldly woes,
with pensive gaze turned overhead
perhaps in joy we’ll behold where those
celestial Pleiades still tread
and hear the heavens and nature sing
in these times of holiday cheer,
as yearnings for peace on earth take wing
with our dreams for the coming year…
~ Harley White
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Perhaps the most famous star cluster on the sky, the Pleiades is a young star cluster known for its seven brightest stars, called the Seven Sisters. In both myth and science, the Pleiades are considered to be sibling stars. Modern astronomers say the Pleiades stars were born from the same cloud of gas and dust some 100 million years ago. This gravitationally bound cluster of several hundred stars looms some 430 light-years distant, and these sibling stars drift through space together at about 25 miles per second. Many of these Pleiades stars shine hundreds of times more brightly than our sun.
* There is one person I would bring back in a heartbeat, and that's my favorite human being of all-time, Walt Whitman - he literally changed my life with his poetry, and brought true beauty and joy to my life. Never underestimate the power of words. *
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Oh, My Dear Walter, how your words have slayed,
Humbled me, broken me, molded and remade.
To taste of your world, see above or below it,
Wit of a wordsmith, wry pith of a poet ...
To so construe love without using the phrase,
Scrawl the sinew of war, yet delight in the days.
To yawp of the grass - journeywork of the stars,
Help revivify a nation, attend to its scars.
Find grace among horrors, sift beauty from death,
The soul-pull of tides - briny buss of their breath.
To habit us all ... to the dazzle of light,
Celebrate ourselves, bequeath us the night.
Ask recurring questions of romance and life,
Of presidents, bootsoles, and a moldering strife.
Demons and mockingbirds, Paumanok's dunes ...
The pale, horrid witness of unstinted moons.
'Twas sad-blown, a bugle, convulsed, was a drum,
Yet exquisite, the dirge for a soldier and son.
The sorrow of clouds in a ravening sky,
The weep of a child should the Pleiades die.
Knit airy-fresh words, with uncommon phrases,
Draw Apollo and Neptune in all of their phases.
Be there adoration as hapless as mine?
Yet no soul more ardently leveled, supine ...
No writer has reached deeper into my heart,
Idioms and phrases ... such allurement, impart.
Ah, yes, what I'd give to have just one chat,
With the rare human being who afforded all that.
And maybe I'm biased, if perhaps to a fault,
But the name of MY Captain, O Captain ...
Is WALT.
I walk in the shadow
I shore up my doubt, behind a loosely bound hope
Which in turn is propped up without foundation
Cynical of a life, at the mercy of luck
Collateral damage feeds my reservation
I shore up tomorrow with what I see today
Without conspiracy or investigation
I place trust in all that’s completely unfettered
For fear, I’m left to this present resignation
I shore up my life with whatever came before
Not hindsight or academic education
The oblivion traversed until I was born
Strings along primal echoes of information
I shore up my conscious with bliss and ignorance
Interspersed with indifference on occasion
It’s not I don’t care about suffering and death
Rather, I’m desensitised by their pervasion
I shore up my denial with an open mind
Which is nothing except raw interpretation
This planet spins correctly, even though tilted
Not by wishful thinking, but strange gravitation
I shore up my boredom, trying to fall asleep
When really tired, will attempt hibernation
Anything to forget this human condition
After remembering, I’m long past salvation
I shore up my heaven, by creating a hell
Balance looks more appealing, in an equation
Gaze upon purgatory, and share what I see
Not because I’m kind, it’s more my destination
I shore up my poem by claiming it’s my own
But in truth, it’s an open collaboration
I conspire with the musings of all that’s unclear
They dwell inside me, in flawless aberration
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Horrid little raindrops
Hopping upon the ground
Hosing down my windows
Hoarding inside the clouds
Hanging around my head
Holding my spirit down
Haul your ass off elsewhere
Sweetness what does that mean Singing birds just to me
Sugar in my coffee Sunny days with blue skies Sweet dreams of you tonight
Sunflowers all in bloom Sweet potatoes with meat
Date Written:4/20/2021
4 Place 6 Syllables
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