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Groundhog day 2021 - Tuesday, February 2nd
Coincides with astronomy's cross-quarter day,
marking the midpoint between
winter solstice and spring equinox,
which will occur at 5:37 AM on
in Northern Hemisphere
Saturday, March 20.
Small consolation old man winter
spans fewest days
of all four seasons,
especially when massive nor'easter
predicted today January 31st, 2021
including within neck of woods
named Perkiomen Valley Pennsylvania.
Yours truly remembers
when spry Jack (hoar) Frost
(just yea high -
both arms stretched to sky)
came early, left late and bossed
vernal equinox
rattling barenaked branches
obviously inapropos
to budding friendship.
Now (courtesy global warming/ climate change)
mother nature experiences feeling strange
within valleys and atop many mountain range,
wherein goods traded away on stock exchange.
Fortunate concerning yours truly
versus daring to brave
inclement weather
getting stranded in the process
(possibly becoming gratefully dead)
risking life and limb venturing forth
amidst near whiteout conditions
creating debacle perilous and grave
shoveling snow lest he get buried
he can remain holed up
(in tandem with the missus)
snug as a bug in his mancave.
While nestled inside warm abode for awhile
(at least until temperature upwards doth dial
safely ensconced against elements (of style),
I stopped at metaphoric woods edge
trekking until... for no rhyme nor reason
the poetic metered equivalent,
viz another mile
then stopped for coffee break
burst of energy gave me cause to smile
fording imponderable stream of consciousness
impossible (airy) mission to dodge regarding
aforesaid daunting task to craft worthwhile
poetic endeavor to entertain anonymous readers
gleaning how one bard (with his shaky spear)
evokes fiction being snowbound
as if cast adrift within Siberian exile.
Straightaway I continue writing askew
aware how literary trademark modality
characteristic of Matthew
unwittingly indelibly embedded
analous to mine Caucasian
versus swarthy melanin hue
man automatically confers eligibility granting
innumerable known mighty opportunities
(privileged skin color - how unfair)
bigoted prejudices shade those,
either hashtagged as black, brown
naturally copper toned gentile and/or Jew.
When mapping something out
It should be a subject thought about
Beginning, middle and the finale
Everything is there says Rand McNally
But from the depths below
A mystery creating ocean wakes to flow
An island emerges from the deep
Treasures on it adventure seekers want to keep
Floating along on it minding their own business
Dirty scoundrels escaping from illegal missions
Then they see this uncharted land
A surprise in a disappearing honest scam
“Land ho!” Was heard from above
An enchanting world the crew fell in love
“Do you know the date?
My dear mate”
Flipping through the calendar an answer was assured
Summer was ready to take the floor
Headed out on this dangerous chore
This crooked crew wanted to know more
An hour later docked on the beach
Beautiful and scenic around them well in reach
It only took a few seconds
Encountering locals doing some checking
“We came from the South”
Natives stated opening their mouths
“It is warm up here
Still relaxing with our autumnal cheer”
Feeling a little confused
And being amused
Which direction they were going
Weather was doing the rowing
“From the north
To see if there is any worth
Was our destination
Hope you believe our presentation
Left when it was cold
But soon winter was getting ready to pack and fold”
Laughing at the circumstance
Giving the visitors a listening chance
“Winter has arrived
Our new friends gave it a ride!”
They shouted the news
Welcoming the Europeans who were accused
“You are now down under
A mysterious wonder
Nowhere in sight
Is there a royal and a knight
To take off a head
Claiming a societal debt”
Taking their time
These free swines
Observed the landscape
Concluding its great
“Happy winter solstice to you all”
Was the tourist’s call
Educated in manipulating the commoner’s law
“Would you like to see Harrold’s boutique inside the mall?”
Questioned the hosts stiffening their upper jaw
“Come join us
We can take the double decker bus”
In the end
Sailors took up the pen
Wrote home
Stating ‘we are not alone
Will use the phone
To pay off our expedition loan
Plan finding things buried in antique chest
Containing your jewels I must confess”
I am here today Christmas Eve 2015 to share my miracle and the Christmas Story Miracle of 2015. Last year near Christmas Eve on the Winter Solstice I attended a service to honor the Return of the Light or the Christ Light/Christ Conspicuousness.
I wrote copy of lyrics of a song about the Return of the light because the minister who was administering the outdoor service would ask if anyone wanted to contribute a word or two during the service.
We gather in the cold in the woods after sunset some of us brought lawn chairs while others set on logs, the night was clear and beautiful. I looked up and watched the night sky in wonder.
But when the call came to volunteer one's voice during the service I remained silent and did not sing the song which I had crumbled up in my back pocket.
This week of Christmas 2015 I was thinking that I will attend at least two or more Christmas Eve services to do it again and lift up my voice to sing a song that was on my heart.
And that's when I got the sign on Christmas Eve morning 2015, when I first wake up and I opened my bedroom door to the small hallway leading to the living room I spotted a fold-up piece of yellow writing paper.
It was the same yellow writing paper that I had crumbled up in my pocket last year (that song) and that I have not seen since, where did it come from, how it get here on the floor and how did it come from were the many questions running to my awake/sleepy mind at 5 am.
Some one told me that I walk around in my own home in a fourth state of dimension but I do not believe this. I believe that the angels/my guides/Mother Mary may have sometime to do with my Christmas miracle.
Most of my inspired messages, thoughts, poems and affirmations come to me in that stage of asleep/awakening.
And what I heard this morning was this:
Fall to call
To know
Born from sin
Born again
To Ascend
From thyself
to thyself
A joyful noise
Psalms 100:
'Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the lands!'
When I am in attendance at Christmas Eve service today I will carry that same yellow crumbled up piece of paper (that returned to me) with a message that Christmas for me is about the Return of the Christ Light.
Dusk dawns noticeably earlier each night in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania - yup
Which trend will continue some days before
winter solstice 2021 in Northern Hemisphere,
Tuesday, December 21 10:58 AM.
Yes, interestingly enough earliest sunset date(s)
along eastern United States
will occur December 7 and 8, 2021 at 4:28 pm EST.
Similar respective phenomena
takes place across globe.
Winter solstice constitutes
shortest day of the year in terms of daylight,
but does not have latest sunrise
nor earliest sunset of the year.
This prevails because discrepancy exists
between modern-day timekeeping methods
and how time is measured
using the Sun known as the equation of time.
The equation of time comprises
east or west component of the analemma,
a curve representing angular offset of the Sun
from its mean position on celestial sphere
as viewed from Earth.
I thoroughly enjoy onset of early darkness
unperturbed courtesy
seasonal affective disorder (SAD).
Alas and alack
matter of fact yours truly
optimally thrives when pitch black
skies immerse bookworm as impetus to crack
open a novel and/or read
one of my favorite (MAD) magazines
versus basking in sunshine which doth distract,
thus I while away hours appeasing
sixty plus shades of gray (cerebral) matter
processing criteria at greased lightning speed
considerably faster than once
venerably touted supreme ENIAC,
whereby mine figurative pistons
incalculably subvert additional
superfluous irrelevant flack
spurring me to burrow
deep inside invisible gunnysack
cause ordinary stress I could not hack
conveniently latched onto
ninety sixties counterculture mantra
"turn on, tune in, drop out"
popularized by Timothy Leary in 1966
essentially only in body not spirit
throughout academic foray,
I occupied space and time
paid dear price, cuz
submissive behavior heavily did impact
writer of these words a jejune Jack,
who during formative years
never dated, nor got jilted
cuz he possessed
unquestioned unhealthy uncanny
fealty and deadly eating disorder
body dysmorphia knack
positive image of self I lack,
an existence punctuated
by one after another panic attack.
The Time of the Summer Solstice
Drums pulsing solemnly presage the break of dawn,
bonfires ablaze dot this auspicious June morn.
On the shores of Albion, Druid priests converge,
as Earth, Sea, and Sky do mystically merge.
A circle of white-robed diviners and bards all a-chant,
amidst sacred oak and holly, as their hazel wands enchant.
The Dawn Ceremony begins the Summer Solstice,
awaiting the Sun’s majestic rise from the eastern abyss.
Rapidly waning is the dark of Spirit Night,
as the Sun God waits to unleash his most brilliant light.
Proudly the Summer King wears his crown at Alban Hefin;
but at Alban Arthan, he relinquishes it to his Dark Twin.
The Wheel of the Year relentlessly turns,
as each season ever changes and thus returns.
An eternal cycle of life, death, and rebirth,
it manifests the wonder of nature and Mother Earth.
Drums pulsing solemnly presage the break of dawn,
bonfires ablaze dot this auspicious June morn.
On the shores of Albion, Druid priests converge,
as Earth, Sea, and Sky do mystically merge.
05-26-2016
Contest: Summer Solstice
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placement: 3rd
Notes:
Alban Hefin – the time of the Summer Solstice, The Light of the shore, by June 21st or 22nd. Light is at its maximum, and this is the time of the longest day. Starting at midnight on the eve of the Solstice, a vigil is held through the short night around the Solstice fire.
The Dawn Ceremony - marks the time of the sun's rising on this his most powerful day.
Dark Twin - the Sun-king is called the Holly King or Dark Successor (Tanist) in the Druid Calendar who reigns during the waning light of the year, until winter solstice.
Alban Arthan – the time of the Winter Solstice, called in the Druid tradition Alban Arthan or the Light of Arthur. This is the time of death and rebirth.
The Wheel of the Year – an annual cycle of seasonal festivals observed by the Druids and many pagans. It consists of four or eight solstices and equinoxes.
Spirit Night - The Summer Solstice was one of the three Spirit Nights of the year, the other two being Beltane and Samhain.
Before presidents and attorneys got hold of it,
and back before theologians were even a glint in the Golden GodHead's eye,
Prayer, silent or verbose,
was filled with reminders and gratitude to ourselves
and for and from others,
with pleas for urgent help
from all souls past
and still longed for,
especially those personally remembered
by having shared this home on Earth
in more balanced golden era times
of enchanting imaginations,
And petitions
to future generations
to finish what we,
and all who have passed through before us,
have healthy started,
And to forgive us for what we have neglected to rightly left unfinish,
failed to deeply hear and see resonance,
heart and mind resilience,
feel and think restoratively
this difference between healthy prayerful life
and pathological resistance
to sacred multiculturing educational re-membering
theo/ecological resources of silent EarthTribe souls.
For experiential ecologists,
and for communion theologists,
those who see cooperative nature's climate outside
reflecting organic spirit's health v. mortal pathology inside,
Prayer often leads from suffering impatient words and warnings
toward restoring just non-violent silence.
Life as prayer provokes a transubstantiating bridge
between past and future regenerators
for growing compassionately interdependent Left/Right Brain Egos
To travel back through origins of healthy DNA time
and forward toward omega tipping points to co-arise branching wealth
securing resilient global resonance
restoring justice
regathering Earth's ecstatic silent communion
within AllSouls before,
Breaking through theological silence, glass ceilings,
boundaries for and against solidarity of ecstatic futures,
polycultural wealth of health outcomes,
resiliently sustainable.
Such prayer changes interdependent things, systems
transubstantiate yin-cooperative and yang-competitive relationships.
Living prayer stretches ZeroSouls
experiencing ZenZone co-empathy--
easier in communal ego/eco-dynamic
empowering ecstatic silence
of a FullMoon winter solstice night.
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
Already noticeably marked
increase in daylight
yours truly courtesy affected
qua heliotropic phenomenon
finds me noggin gently being tugged
upward and westward ho toward sun
after dark mine talking head
rests downward and eastward.
Soon very indistinct
environmental intimations
regarding onomatopoeic
ubiquitous murmurings,
whereby old man winter
ever so faintly
relinquishes, loosens, forsakes...
Judas Priest iron maiden grip
upon emergent biosphere
suddenly awakened when
Mother Earth generates
invisible signals transmitted
across world wide web
analogous to conductor
standing on podium
with baton in her/his hand
orchestra playing on cue
perhaps choice selection
Rite of Spring
work by Russian composer Igor Stravinsky
or Flight of the Bumblebee
written by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov.
Soon dormant species will exhibit rebirth
out their linkedin hibernation
flora and fauna tentatively
begin to issue forth out their slumbers
shoots poke thru across terra firma
insync with twittering tweeting creatures
hint viz verdant and/or fecund potential
ready to burst forth and proliferate
instinctively trumpeting joie de vivre.
Sensational show stopping, eye catching
breathtaking... parade of sights and sounds
await buzzfeeding eyes and ears
about six weeks hence,
within mine home box office
here at Highland Manor apartments
quite affordable rent
allows, enables and provides
radiant quiescence, preponderant observance,
nonresistant magnificence, jubilant innocence,
exuberant deliverance,
concurrent buoyant abundance.
Accordingly and allegedly other than
meteorologists plenti schooled
ascertaining onset of temperate air
more particularly otter den non humans
unassumingly (ferreted out), who bear
the tidings, when that season
of rebirth dawns with crystal clear
blue skies, and terrain where deer
and antelope eagerly play without despair
purportedly realized, reassured, recounted...drear
re: days vamoosed foretold by
Punxsutawney Phil on Groundhog Day
We spend our lives from solstice to solstice,
creatures caught in a trap hidden by darkness
stuck in a wheel of fortune spinning in no direction
in its endless circles we lose our way.
Despair prevents our souls from healing
all through the solitude of night.
We spend our days like it’s forever night
concealing grief from solstice to solstice,
no hand reaches out in gracious healing.
Moonbeams try in vain to pierce the darkness,
we stumble through a forest losing our way
Like hound dogs running in blind direction.
Heaven has closed all roads that lead to its direction,
so we slumber dreamless, awake through the night,
hugging pain the comfort pillow life brings our way.
Our hurts multiply with each passing solstice,
our days strewn with muck and darkness
in stubborn silence we cast aside light’s healing.
Storms cannot quench earth’s thirst for healing,
Sounds of thunder and lightning beat in all direction.
We sink deeper in a crimson sea of darkness,
struggling under the waves all through the night.
Rain pellets overshadow light in summer solstice
turning into rivulets of water to flood the way.
We stare in apathy at disasters that come our way,
they only aggravate our wounds beyond healing.
we bother not to survive in winter solstice,
as flotsam pieces of our lives scatter in no direction.
We lose our strength and surrender to the night,
under an ominous sky masking the eve of darkness.
We moan and beat the air in the invisible darkness,
feeling no urge to find our feet as we fall on our way.
All the world is foggy and detached as the night,
Ugliness abounds and searches not for healing
We lose step with life’s senseless direction.
while the stakes cut deeper from solstice to solstice.
Each coming solstice may usher more darkness
we need direction to guide us on our way
bring healing to our hearts in the hollow of night.
February second - requires one
with acute hearing to cock, and ear
turnips tickling the nose nostrils
delicate hairs (instagram ideal outlook) subtly,
markedly, lively..., yet gently flair
soon harkening shrieks
of delightful analogous funfair
no stranger to Renaissance Faire
of pitch perfect gamesomeness
will seem as... otherworldly pleasant
ah heaven sent giftware,
where all creatures great and small
sing psalms, upon arrival when hardware
trappings of winter shucked witnessing
unrolled welcome Scottish mat so hare
and tortoise can race,
cuz vernal equinox, sports a linkedin
improvisational, ebulliently
educational, cerebral, audiological...
twittering melange I will hear,
and grateful no defect doth impair
ability to revel silence, slake, soak...
insatiable thirst even prodding junketeer,
panhandler, vendor...
the last named,
perhaps selling kitchenware
knicknacks, keepsakes...
to hippies (think yours truly)
with long wavy hair
interwoven with Kahila
Garden Lily, Laurel, Maidenhair...
profusion of sensual delight
brings Mother Earth near,
the body, mind, and soul
espying frolicsome *****sapiens
donned with minimal outerwear
infusing all living things
common native plants and animals
in conjunction with resident outlier
particularly those pining
to answer call of the wild overdare
ring and bee zee lee court'n prepare
ring to beget young as
singular requisite quintessential profiteer
fluttering, instagramming emoji,
sans shutterfly puppeteer
as audience visually already reddit
regarding acting entire scenes,
viz Biblical Genesis answering prayer
particularly if gnostic, heterodox, *****...,
finally relieved, sans polar vortex
albeit somewhat rare
atmospheric phenomena, how ideal
if said rabid Jack Frost
would sink icy bite - part
and parcel green gang
at much more favorably time reappear
during oppressive heat spell during
sweltering triple digits temperature
summer re: time of year.