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In a dark world where many fear real authenticity
and cannot handle the rawness of everyday life
there is a true light to be found in every Aquarius.
Many people tend to misjudge them as very careless
and wrongly assume they feel nothing at all or ever
but the power of their love can be quite precarious
In their glimmering eyes there is a very deep truth
that only they might be able to fully understand;
perhaps that is why they're not always so serious
But because humanity is their greatest love of all
they will work to ensure their water jar pours forth
although with the right people they are gregarious.
This poem is part of my zodiac-themed collection. "To Honor Winter's Shadows" was the first in this series. Pisces is next in this series, though I've no idea when that'll be. The poems I write honestly come of their own accord and I don't like to force my talent. Thank you for reading!
His disposition sweet and sour
Laden personality stuck by the hour
A water bearer an Aquarius
Hot pink, missing link
An unusual unconstitutional cunning consumer man
Just buying time crossing righteousness line
Doused in the oils at the fragrances of sinner strands
Adjust how can he stand
He needs to be reprimand
Snow day in the middle of summer
Spotlight shadows in the bright
Double jointed Gemini
Double piercing blinking eyes
And unusual unconstitutional cunning consumer man
Just buying time crossing righteousness line
Dressed in a suit of unrighteousness in flaming pants
Missing Link hot pink
Sinner man happen stands
11/21/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Shadow Waters
The water-bearer leans his urn silently,
pours starlight over forsaken streets
where neon lights flash their final confessions
and shattered promises accumulate like rain.
Here in the reverse trickle of time,
where advancement is lost in its own reflection,
the era turns in, searching for explanations
in dregs of what we believed we'd gained.
Electric prophets air hollow gospels
while the crowds scroll through ghost lives,
each contact another strand that entwines us
to this tapestry of lovely despair.
The constellation turns above, unchanging
those very stars that once held out liberty
now witness us tumble into the labyrinth
we built from our own radiant ideals.
In tower suites and lower-level clubs,
the children of the future sell their souls
to algorithms who recognize their secret names
and dole them out in morsels, afterwards.
Yet, still, the water flows, unceasing,
carrying seeds of something not yet born
perhaps redemption sleeps in darkness
of this shattered, brilliant age.
The carrier's face away from us,
sloshing the future drop by drop
while we stand dry in the flood,
suffocating in our own lighted shadows.
Mythical Greek characters can be seen in the sky
Orion, the giant huntsman, draws back his bow
The constellation Cygnus, is said to be Zeus in disguise
Draco, the dragon appears in the big Dipper's glow
The Romans gave us Luna, she lights up the night
Her glow spins stories of passsion and romance
The constellation Hercules, shines its bright light
In the west or the east you may see Venus by chance
Aquarius, the water bearer, inspired a song
Perseus, who slew Medusa, is seen on high
His wife, princess Andromeda, is among the celestial throng
As Pegasus, who carried thunder for Zeus, spread his wings to fly!
3-17-2023
Writing Challenge - 'M' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Fascinating,
this multicultural shift from monotheistic "feminist"
to compassionate "womanist".
Not an either-or, competitive shift,
typically left-brain dominant;
But a more complementary
cooperative
reciprocal
dipolar contrast
between ecological feminists
and theologically polypathic womanists,
reconnecting secular-sacred iconography
for MotherEarth's healthiest resilience.
Ecofeminists
struggling against egopatriarchal grand-staged history
of violence
war
capital-driven colonization,
rabid predation,
viral rabidity.
But, a womanist herstoric view
more quietly
domestically
intimately
vulnerably
transparently
sacredly
mysteriously
curiously
courageously
challenges left-brain straight white male humanists
to think and feel and act
with less anthropocentric assumptions
about underlying cooperative health systems
and nutrition networks
and safety values,
To include,
or at least consider more divinely
transcendently
and yet intimately,
To invite,
extend warm hospitality
to all organic creatures,
all ecosystemic energy systems
thirsting for reciprocal democratic healing
health
safety
compassion
resonant resilience
polyphonic polypaths
restoring health within retributive
win/lose
capitalistic degenerative systems.
To stretch our cooperative imaginations,
to reinterpret herstory
of a domestic and internationally transcendent MotherEarth
nature healing through restoring peace
and spiritual justice
what left-brain dominant humanists
have disassociated
with retributive anthro-hubris,
man v nature
and angry woman v left/righteous harmonic spirit.
Fascinating,
this multi-paradigmatic shift from monotheistic "sacred feminist"
to compassionate
health-resilient
water-bearer
womb well-being "womanist".
I've opened up my Venetion blinds with a heart that throbs
to get a better view of the February scenery;
snow is falling the day before my birthday...
it's heavy, it's lovely and it quickly sticks on the berry shrubs!
The eastbound wind spreads it on the barren lawns
and as trees sway back and forth, it howls;
come down from the invisible, thick clouds
beautiful snowflakes, adorn these dreams
whether tomorrow will bring smiles or frowns...
whatever the outcome, fate arrays what he deems!
The parakeet tries to escape between the narrow rods
of the cage, he's unaware of the danger, it's not spring;
his behavior seem imprudent, he also likes to see
and feel everything I feel on this quite snowy morning!
Kids are in school, streets are frequented by thugs
who throw snowballs at each other and explode in glee!
Another year, as the last, will start on the sixth of this February,
woe to this Water Bearer who can only hope, not dream!
Dreams are only for the young hearts starting their journey,
someone like me who has dreamt them all, has no need for them;
fall snowflakes, although the dreaded robins have now fled...
there is no happier heart than mine dismissing all that is sad!
I go where mountain streams converge
And stand with pitcher on the verge
Of a transparent tranquil pool
Where waters merge lucent and cool
There is the grass sparkling with dew
I dip the jar in aqua blue
It overflows its precious gift
As with both hands I gently lift
To raise the contents to my lips
So that I take the first few sips
And then I drink the rest in haste
There is ambrosia in the taste
That brings to mind my faithful muse
The sky is filled with scarlet hues
I am entranced and stay until
The sun goes up; once more I fill
The jar with water to the brim
On wings of time I fly and skim
Till I arrive at heaven’s gates
Then walk to where my master waits
The zodiac path is where he lives
He lays the rules and ever gives
To freedom lovers ample space
To go about at their own pace
And cure the fragile human race
To make the world a better place.
A water bearer I shall be
With care to serve eternally.
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Author: Paul Callus ~ 13th July 2014
Contest: Zodiac Sign
Sponsor: Leonora Galinta
Placing: 1st
Unorthodox, this water- bearer rules,
an Aquarian god moody yet calm in the
face of persistent winds…his pail of wine
gushing on mouths of February streams,
like an outpour into first night’s cycle
of unpredictable moves, reigning like
a prince-in-waiting, this heir
from brazen garnet stars:
Oh, his vision is light years ahead of time;
breaking from clasps of tradition,
his maverick streaks defy life's norms
and while he dives into a crest of independence,
fool he is for needing warmth and affection.
Yet,a blend of hermit's pride and gentleness
dares the element of air to brew a storm,
then romances the lusty sea of love in a flash...
pray tell, how can one define a mystery?
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Brian Strand's Contest No 214
Everybody is talking, stripping myths from the night's sky,
Revealing stars as lonely sparks, hanging cold, up on high.
Telling me the distances, in light-years displayed,
Dispelling the ancient constellation patterns there arrayed.
Talking of the trillions, miles we’ll never roam.
Telling me that heaven is too far from home;
Counting grains of sand in an endless sea;
Draining all the meaning the skies once held for me.
Written in the stars tonight,
It's not their distance, not their age in light;
But the zodiac figures are what I feel is just right—
Written in the stars tonight.
See the ram is rising, pushing through the dawn.
See the bull of Taurus ploughing with its horn.
A lion in the summer with a burning golden mane.
A maiden with her harvest of golden, glinting grain.
Scales that hold the balance when daylight fades.
A scorpion in the shadows where weary wanderer strays.
A crab that guards the shoreline where the tides can sleep.
There's an archer flinging arrows far and wide into the deep.
A goat that climbs the mountains when the sky breaks through.
A water-bearer pouring fish into a lake that's calm, solemn blue.
Written in the stars tonight,
Looking up above, left and right,
Ancient minds offer the only real insight—
Written in the starlit stories, tonight.
So I’m turning from the stats of measured sky.
Back to where the stories and shadows lie.
Where myths still creak, twinkling specks still speak,
Of things we all cherish, things our hearts want to keep.
Written in the stars tonight,
Looking up above, left and right,
Ancient minds offer better insight
Into the myths that still can ignite—
Awe and wonder in eyes bright with delight,
Seeing what's written in the stars tonight.
Not in cold and endless might;
But in the ancient stories we can cite —
As written in the stars tonight,
Written in the stars tonight.
(A lone voice whispers)
Will you lift up your veil and pray for the innocent faces of those starving and feeling unclean? The people displaced by those hidden, unseen?
Or the dark souls in plain sight who covet total power over every scene?
If so, follow me.
For as a wise man once said.
A man will meet you carrying an earthen pitcher of water; follow him into the house where he goes in."
Or will you, exhausted and tired?
Just go about your business in abject silence, as they carry on their wickedness with total impunity and such violence?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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The Age of Aquarius is symbolised by the "water-bearer," often associated with pouring out knowledge, truth, and spiritual wisdom to humanity.
The veil lifting reflects that old paradigms are crumbling and a new earth is slowly emerging—not through force, but through frequency.
The quote is biblical refering to a transition point, guiding disciples from the old covenant to the new, often seen as a precursor to a new era of spiritual awareness.
Just look at the release of recent files. What was once done in secret behind a curtain of secrecy is coming into the light of judgment.
Have you lifted yours yet?
I hope so.
Salute.