Long Sagittarius Poems
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Aries
Same old taken for
granted Ari. Someday you’ll
show them all. They’ll see!
Taurus
Love beckons this week,
Tau, but when you get closer
it’s waving bye-bye.
Gemini
Time for a fresh start,
Gem. If you won’t change your mind,
at least change your socks.
Cancer
Remember, Can, that
the way up is the way down.
Life’s a pogo stick.
Leo
Some may be peeved by
your Leonine manner. Well,
it’s for their own good.
Virgo
If not for you, Virg,
nothing would ever get done,
but do they thank you?
Libra
Keep your balance, Lib,
particularly when you’re
walking a tight-rope.
Scorpio
Get ready! This week,
Scorp, a dreamboat sails into
your work place. Dream on.
Sagittarius
Message for you, Sag,
in Aries. And they all thought
you'd never find out!
Capricorn
You’re just a bundle
of lovable quirks, Cap. So
what’s with these weird looks?
Aquarius
Aquari, you’re on
a cosmic roll. Let it all
ride: you’ll be surprised!
Pisces
What is the sound of
one hand clapping, mystical
Pi? That's your reward.
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Why are there stars?
Without stars, how would we know that the darkness holds beauty and light in
limitless value? Where would fireflies find the inspiration to put on their
dance of love and loneliness, searching for a mate?
Without stars, what would the Milky Way wear to spin and twirl, and flaunt its
extraordinary beauty to the Universe? What would wee one's wishes send
shooting across the sky, to find purchase in their dreams?
Without stars, what would there be to shimmer in a lover's eyes at night, and
measure the depth of their gaze? What would we use to count the ways we
love our precious ones, or number the grains of sand on the beach?
Without stars, how would we know where to find water at eventide ... those
sparkling reflections of wonder and magic, that ponds, lakes, rivers, and the
sea, gift us after the sun sets? (Diamonds adorning the depths).
Without stars, what would lonely sailors befriend in darkness - what would
they use to tie their thoughts and hearts to loved ones afar, or navigate their
way home? What would the moon have to outshine in the night?
Without stars, how would we give sum to the winks of an eye, the thoughts of
a brilliant mind, the thrums of a heart, the ticks of a clock, or the giggles of
a child? What would Sagittarius let fly from his bow?
Without stars, what would the Big Dipper dip? What would Orion wear for a
belt? How would Polaris know where North is? How would Canis Major wag
his tail, or Gemini know his twin? How would Pegasus fly, or Pisces swim?
Without stars, what would make Heaven so ... heavenly??
And I am dread to imagine how few poems would have been written, without
the exquisite beauty and shine and inspiration, that the blazing Sea of Suns
overhead, has given to the human race ...
It is a muse without compare, and a glorious, dazzling expanse ...
Without equal.
Who is happy this year?
Aries, a little kindness bring you a big pleasure.
Taurus, your friends help you find a fantastic treasure.
Gemini, knowledge, and wisdom invite you to a new career.
Cancer, come through your action and your dreams come true.
Leo, improvement in your work increases your good fate.
Virgo, with an easygoing way, you get something great.
Libra, a continuance of learning give you profits not few.
Scorpio, your strength provide your neighbor's final conclusion.
Sagittarius, robust intention open up a new interesting field.
Capricorn, make sure by your own, to escape from all danger.
Aquarius, keep what you believe in, and solve old confusion.
Pisces, continue your efforts, they make your talents unsealed.
This is a time to start a new trial. Everyone is now the changer.
What I am going to expose is quite the art:
It is a part
Of my delicious delirious birth chart.
"Who am I?"
I know perfectly what's required:
A shard of astrological insight.
I am a Libra,
Lover of the art of communication,
Seeker of balance and liberation
With a thing for occasional hesitation.
I am a Scorpio,
Sharp and aware,
Will never tell you a fake tale.
Digging deep
Into the core of your being,
Searching for the truth I
Could spot a lie
In the blink of an eye.
I am an Aquarius,
Creative, dreamy and free,
A visionary innovator,
Will never be
My inner world’s traitor.
I am a Taurus,
Building legacy and foundation
For my own inner nation,
Steady on my values,
With an adoration
For pleasure and fashion.
I am a Sagittarius,
The dashing adventurer,
The everlasting traveller
Finding the most gratification
In novelty and exploration.
After ages
Of dormancy and grief,
I escaped countless cages
And unlearned false beliefs:
“You must not”
“Not possible for you”
“Beware, this is factual for only few”.
From the Sun Rising above the Moon
To the Seventh House awakening at noon,
I'll untie my fiery Lilith real soon,
For, now, I know
That beyond the horizon
Of what I’ve already grown
Something bigger is waiting:
The blessing
Of the New and the Unknown.
A Special Dark Run
A Pile of Fetty For Fun
Crystal Natures and a Ton of Bad Jokes
I said it all but thats not all I had to Say poke.
I had To Stay broke Huh.
To see how rich the fix is
I had a simple Plan
Purely Intrinsic Huh
In consequence
Of course the relay of course
The Bang we play
Got me wondering about my biscuits
Ima silly hammer
Hambone Scammers and schemers
Bad mamma jamma spree planners
Sagittarius and wee little
Stars that twinkle in the night sky
A good reason why we keep
Walking why don’t you knock
Stand around awhile and talk
Signal them and chalk it up to the sidewalk
Sitting here checking out the rocks in the concrete
Little River stone
Im sitting here tripping, Not always alone
Who the are we missing
Lets go back and get em
Before we go to the next show
My Buddy was walking down the rd
Though the blacktop and dirty socks
Though the mad talk
And 333 packages of pop rocks
666 broken pipes
I needed some more last night
I needed a reason
To leave I needed
Some time to rethink
To think again
I need to survive
I need someone to
Rely on to relay with
To replay the day for forget about the
Weight we carry the way we barely
Notice
Im sure im a sex fiend and there
No way to come clean
There no way billy jean
Is not my lover
You know it takes a special lever
With hands of pure gold
With a spirit that sparkles like diamonds
Prolly for my own lust
Prolly a hundred times I tried not luck
But on the hundred and first time
I scored a critical hit
On the first of whenever
Your first check clears
The lever thrown.
So sensationally super; Sagittarius son of John Spence
Pleasantly personable, and matriarch Maud Spence’s son
Enabling, exquisite, eloquent, evolving and enterprising
Naturally nice, no nonsense, and a nutritionist nobleman
Carrot consumer, constant comrade and cold-war veteran
Equitably enlightened, and just an elegant eggnog taster
Jumping Jupiter, a jubilant sundae lover, and just a jewel
Oppresso de liber, optimistically captivating; oratorical
Saintly passionate, succulent salmon sampler; sweetheart!
Exquisitely enchanting, enchantingly amatorious; éclat!
Playful, painstakingly passionate, pajama wearer, patient
Handsomely helpful handyman, harmonizer of happiness
Sweet as syrup, shining armor off the shelf; savoir-faire!
Red-blooded poetry connoisseur and radioactively lovable!
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I was born on Dec 7th; a day which lives in infamy.
A Sagittarius; a Zodiac sign of positivity, optimism, and a love for adventure
I laugh at their “sign” in hardy derision
I am 5 feet 5 inches; I weigh 135 pounds; I don’t know how to whistle.
I come from a place of darkness and trauma,
Where shadows dance with whispers of despair,
And every step a struggle against the weight of past sorrows.
I carry the scars within, for they are the map of my journey,
Each one a testament to my strength and perseverance,
In the corners of my mind, echoes linger, memories etched in the walls of my soul,
And though the road ahead may be daunting, I walk it with courage,
From the depths of the abyss,
I rise, a phoenix born from the ashes of pain,
With wings outstretched, embracing the light of resilience.
I find solace in the beauty that surrounds me.
In the laughter of my children,
The embrace of loved ones,
The simple moments of grace that illuminate the darkness.
For I am not defined by the darkness that once consumed me,
But by the light that shines through the cracks in my armor,
A beacon of possibility, illuminating the path to healing and redemption.
So let the world bear witness to my truth,
For I am a survivor, embracing my scars as badges of honor,
And though my past may be filled with darkness and trauma,
I refuse to let it dim the radiance of my future.
t’s not us who decide
Of the order of stars,
Of the brightness of the Great Bear,
Nor the furtive appearance of a shooting star,
It’s not us who decide
Of the place of Jupiter in the sky,
The size of Saturn’s rings,
Or the duration of the day on Pluto,
It’s not us who decide
The composition of nitrogen and oxygen on earth,
Of the atmosphere on Pluto or Uranus,
Or the speed towards us of the galaxy of Sagittarius,
We do not decide the position of Cassiopeia,
Nor the speed of rotation of the sun,
We don’t decide our place in the universe
And we will never,
How is it that in the great din of the stars
we hear nothing, there is pure magic,
So let us be thankful to God for having been witnesses
of all this, for we will not change the order of the world.
Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons
De l’ordre des étoiles,
De l’éclat de la Grande ourse,
Ni de l’apparition furtive d’une étoile filante,
Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons
De la place de Jupiter dans le ciel,
De la taille des anneaux de Saturne,
Ou de la durée du jour sur Pluton,
Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons
De la composition d’Azote et d’oxygène sur la terre,
De l’atmosphère sur Pluton ou Uranus,
Ou de la vitesse vers nous de la galaxie du Sagittaire,
Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons de la position de Cassiopée,
Ni de la vitesse de rotation du soleil,
Nous ne décidons pas de notre place dans l’univers
Et nous ne le ferons jamais,
Comment se fait il que dans le grand vacarme des étoiles
nous n’entendions rien, il y a là pure magie,
Alors soyons reconnaissants à Dieu d’avoir été témoins
de tout cela, car nous ne changerons rien à l’ordre du monde.
Antares' red glow bears firmly down
upon plush, chartreuse carpet
lying prone against the obsidian expanse,
blanketing sections of a remote
blue sphere, purling,
spinning helplessly
through distant time and space;
slave to routine and rotation,
never daring to break free;
to reach out.
Scorpius sprawls low
across the Autumn void;
a celestial corpse
twinkling, twitching;
inexplicably still breathing,
expelling the last
of her precious plexine light
in a final, desperate act
to awake inspiration, stir passion,
proffer wholeness and healing
to an infirmed, ungrateful planet,
for her end-of-reign recession.
Projecting dreams; visions
like swirling Akashic holograms
leaping forth from ancient pages
of ethereal records,
all but lost to time and apathy.
Twisting snakelike through the cosmos,
her broody gaze steeling
in every direction;
fierce energy bombarding;
burning across the universe.
Intense joules bursting forth;
reaching out to nurture
willing universal souls;
scorching those who reject her,
turning them to table fodder
at a divine banquet
for dark gods.
Sagittarius flickers jovially behind
as if breathless with laughter;
taunting, frustrating,
staying just out of reach
of her vengeful tail.
The rule of Scorpio wanes
upon Orion's horizontal breach
extinguishing the sting-ed cluster;
quelling her tumultuous surge
until late-spring pains
rebirth her fires,
igniting them, emerging again
from the icy chasm
of black oblivion.
To journey, yet alive, through Hades’ Gates,
Brings sorrow to the world, and to the Fates.
Yet Hades is the home accepting all,
And I shall catch thee, if thou choose to fall.
Then stand within my warm, eternal night,
And to all good and evil, close thy sight.
Let neither tears nor laughter touch thy heart,
And on our winding journey shall we start.
Thus sets these souls, whom I forever claim.
And yet, preserve the honor of their name.
And let them walk amidst you, through their fame.
And Chiron, in whose cause tonight I came,
Beloved of gods, he kindled reason’s flame,
With which, ferocious fortune, sought to tame.
Forever honor those who do the same!
Poor mortals, we have loved you, love us too!
Your grief shall fade, but ours, forever new.
Then let there be a sign to show it through.
And by the leave of Zeus, I now decree
That mortals evermore shall Chiron see!
And in the stars his image shall be cast!
In Sagittarius shall his wisdom last!