Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Contest: Zodiac Signs as Inspiration
Placed : First : July 26
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darkness cleaves fins tight
underwater swims dreaming
emerge, cringes intact
syllabus rules fools
tight is her grip on fat cat
he rushes waves in dew morn
aquarium cracks
psyche hacks quiet wisely
avocado gold pisces fold images ~
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Born for the ocean, adrift on wet and wild Planet Blue.
My bowl is full of water, but I can't feel the ebb of tide.
I have no horizon, to dream of want of your dry land,
I have no corners, no shadows, to hide behind.
Faces look in, watching me pace, around in circles.
While I look out, with my fish-eye, glass-eye, bent view.
I absorb the wants of passers-by, but I can't cuddle them dry.
I see water in your eyes; seashells ring in your ears.
So come in, and join me here, if you can swim with my freestyle!
I'm a wet, slippery, Pisces fish - But we'll get over that!
She glides in like a rolling tide
A siren born of Neptune’s pride
Her glittering aura, a divine surprise
With secrets locked behind her eyes
There’s magic in her veil, like silver lies
A creature of the sea, just watch her rise
An ethereal siren, she glows in the dark
But sinister actions will bring out the shark
A master of deception and optical illusions
A drug that haunts you into sensual delusion
You can’t get enough, she always slips away
You can’t tie her down, can’t lead her astray
A care-free spirit of the oceans and high seas
A blessing of love when you feel the sky breeze
A heavenly curse, It’s hell when she leaves
Her silent goodbyes give you reasons to grieve
She’s gone in the sea, you’re stuck at the shore
You’ll never be quite who you were once before
There’s no escaping the inevitable it seems..
You’ll forever be a guest in her Pisces dream
She glides in like a rolling tide
A siren born of Neptune’s pride
Her glittering aura, a divine surprise
With secrets locked behind her eyes
There’s magic in her veil, like silver lies
A creature of the sea, just watch her rise
Most days they’re sweet
Most times they’re kind
A celestial magician
Their light leaves you blind
They love with their heart
They care with their soul
They like to escape
Until they feel whole
Neptune’s daughters
Can swim in rough waters
They can be sweet little mermaids
Or sharks that can slaughter
They’re sensitive and sweet
Some don’t even eat meat
Super friendly and wise
They have big soulful eyes
The artistic healers
The energy feelers
The escape artists
Your typical dreamers
She's two fish swimming
in opposite directions
and physically incapable
of answering my questions
always on the stick's wrong end
yet not to harp or carp
but I'm forever on the opposite
that which is pointed and sharp
would I enquire of the right one
it's the left natator who replies
with something unrelated
from out of yonder wild blue skies
and not knowing which will respond
altho' I have my theories
with only what makes sense to me
is how I phrase my queries
but as none have even been addressed
it's become a chore &/or task
I could give in let her win
and evermore simply shouldn't ask
Young and naive, she fell for an Aquarius,
over time he grew nasty and quite nefarious..
A little later came her next heart pang.
He was a fiery Aries man.
With time his habits she just couldn't stand.
A long-term lover and definitely the nicest
was a very sensitive and nurturing Pisces.
Our hearts collide in this universe,
sometimes for better, sometimes for worse.
Look at their planets, and study their stars.
Were they influenced by Jupiter or perhaps Mars?
Consult an astrologer, develop a plan, and look
at the stars whenever you can.
fateful misgivings
milineal mourns
bashful boomer acquisitions
aquatic out of towner
wonderlust waterfaller
Neither of the old men were born under the sign Pisces
They were playing chess as hard as they dared
Neither enjoying it like a person born under Pisces would
A Pisces lets things flow naturally, not making trouble
Taking the easiest stream possible, not paddling their canoe
These two old men were arguing, bickering, grousing.
Not picking up on the feelings of a Pisces in any way
Acting like Taurus the Bull. I did not ask them their birthdates.
My suspicions were confirmed by their intense arguments.
Breath-taking fish follow our footprints
into the booming sea.
A multicolored native child lives there
it walks upon the pushed-up swell,
bell-diving while standing
on the deep dark waves.
You may well dream of this
as the sun plays across your closed eyelids.
You may ask yourself
why the songs of the sea are always sad
even when the sailors fiddle and jig,
and why these images
are so tantalizingly inexplicable
like a saltlick on the moon.
It's the whales you see,
their peace roars, their size expands
even the very smallest places.
It is the alien giant squids of grace,
that does not belong anywhere
yet it floats in a balloon
of eternally penetrating silence.
For all dry-docked and new-laid minds
there's a pulsing birthing canal
still open and waiting,
find it inside a closed seashell of time
within the rippling molecules of tsunamis
where the native-born are spawned.
We are watching the surf roll in and out
and it is certainly not strange
to suffer a moment of absolute exile,
a real 'home sweet home' solitude
and a tidal homelessness.
Now see a fine display in market hall
Where fishmonger's stalls sell the freshest catch.
A world of wet white tiles and melting ice.
Seafood displayed, arranged in rank and file.
One Scottish salmon commands centre stage
Stretched out upon its own tray of crushed ice
And next to a few Icelandic haddock
Along with cod trawled from the Dogger Bank.
To one side are some plaice all flopped and flat.
Seems they are staring up with fixed focus.
A side display of small fry, placed parallel
And herrings heaped up in sad slump of grey.
Some calamari, tasteless rubbery squid
Are off stage with other seldom sold bits.
In the corner there's offal bin with heads,
Guts, skeletons and several layers of skin.
Take for your cat. Put pence in charity box.
A fine display we see in market hall.
Psychic mind, unlike a clairvoyant who often misreads,
Intelligent-- more intuitive kind-- than quantum theory,
Surprising to anyone who underestimates a dreamer
Creatively interpreting life, often an abstract painting,
Emotionally brush-stroked on meaningful soul-fabric,
Sensitively divulging sage-wisdom in tacit vocabulary.
March 31, 2021
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand July 3 Contest
Placed 3rd: Star sign premium poetry contest
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
Pushy people-person, little silver fish
Inspiring idealist, with an iridescent swish
Swimming up the river, flowing all the way back down
Colour loving creature, too deep and you will drown
Ever-seeking others, happy in the shoal
Stop and think, when on the brink, are you happy in your goal
31/03/2021
Playing joyfully, ambling blissfully
In, not within, pulse of life in motion
Soothing softly, healing mist suffusing
Compassion pouring, countenance comely
Emotion effusing bliss elation
Sowing seeds of love, serenely sprouting
30-March-2021
(syllabic rhyming Acrostic)
Star Sign Acrostics'
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot
Pretty blue water is the color for me
It is a fish sign under the sea
Swimming to and fro
Come on let's go
Entering a life of mystery
Said the zodiac fishery
Date Written: 3/29/2021
Note: Acrostic Rhyme
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