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Aries - The Ram (Mar22 to Apr20)

The Moon in Aries - a roundel*
by jthserra ©


The moon in Aries - aspects of the sun
A light reflecting salient apogees
To guide each independent Arian.
The moon in Aries

Emotes the flame to burn in effigies
A martian fire, a seething overcome
In motion: only ceaseless energies

Can quell the heat, the fury once begun.
Ascendant hearts may only soothe the pleas
Of one trapped deep within this phenomenon:
The moon in Aries.
 
 
 
 
Taurus - The Bull (Apr22 to May21)

Daydreams in the Night
by *Catbabe* ©


Humid air drapes
over me
on a windless eve
in May,
grassy blades
tickle my cheek,
a fragrant pillow
alive
with a chorus
of crickets,
who sing
to falling night.

Unseen spoon
slowly stirs the sky
swirling clouds
shifting forms,
become
what I make them,
my eyes
define and reveal
my vision,
a world
I create
alone,
in daydreams
of fluff and fantasy.

Light fades
uncovering
the night sky
speckled
with luminous dots,
linked to reveal
ageless ancient
creatures.

Twinkling tableaux.
cloak me in comfort,
the fierce bull
with his steadfast stance
has been,
and always will be,
a symbol
of what we share,
virtues and vices,
humanity captured
in the heavens.

These are not mine
like my clouds
beings of the light,
but shared
with all who
raise their eyes
and see the stars
not the spaces,
the hope
not the holes.

We are
never alone
daydreaming
in the night.
 
 
 
 
Gemini - The Twins (May22 to Jun21)

The Twins
by Kundalinguini ©


Feathers, neck of swan entwined
with Leda's breasts and legs so fair
the mythic lust of Zeus bore twins
but in a womb prepared to bear,
so not two twins, instead two pair.

Two twins of his immortal line
and two her mortal blood within.
But like Zeus bound to Leda's flesh,
immortal Pollox found his twin
in mortal Castor marked for death.

Now cast high up in starry sky,
twin stars in zodiac entwine
eternally in Gemini
communication's native sign,
companionship personified.

For like their namesakes these two stars
are also twins, or binaries,
though not just two twins, not four stars
instead four pairs of rotaries,
with marvelous intricacies.

A perfect symbol for the sign
that keeps the third house, corner lot,
the shepherd of the linear mind,
of written word and spoken thought,
lines of music, steps of dance,
mercurial wit, caduseus,
the math behind the rules of chance
then expounds their synthesis.
 
 
 
 
Cancer - The Crab (Jun22 to Jul23)

A Little More Than Cancer - a triolet**
by HomerPindar ©


Can't you see, it's eating me up inside
and there is still more that I want to say
not that I'm giving up, or want to hide
can't you see, it's eating me up inside
even as I try to reach far and wide
really, this shell doesn't get in the way
can't you see, it's eating me up inside
and there is still more that I want to say
 
 
 
 
Leo - The Lion (Jul24 to Aug23)

Leo
by echoes_s ©


restless savannas
where tousled winds
whispers cross
golden coat grazed then swept
with pride
and within

the same
spiraling unruly flames
of deeper mane
noble coronet
bespeaks my way

at dusk
at dawn
on roaming terrain
I reside
a sentinel
of my habitat
vigilant should you stray

this panthera leo
piercing guise of eve
hunting with ease
carnivorous passion
cartilage rumblings
burly and lean

stubbornly refusing to give
way to game
to let go
until I succeed
honing my prey
proud and conquering
 
 
 
 
Virgo - The Virgin (Aug24 to Sept23)

Whisper
by Lauren Hynde ©


No. Let us just kiss,
This warm summer night.

Hide
your heart from pain

Hold me
in a tight embrace,
Your hands, white as snow,
Your lips, light caresses.

Why do you cry, love,
Reading, dressed in white,
That endless book of hours,
The intricate shadows before you?

The night's mist descends
I hardly recall the colour of your hair

Why do you cry tonight,
What do you pray for, in silence,
What dreams do your hands hold?

You are flame and ice and riddle,

Please,
Be the kiss I so much seek
 
 
 
 
Libra - The Scales (Sep24 to Oct23)

what’s your sign?
by Cordelia ©


I'm a Libra

so slip
interpretation
into mixtures of word blend bubbly magic
and ambivalent optimism

rigid to the touch
but, like scales,
twist
so it fits any jut of hip
any mood
you may flick from
the end of your
style

cover me in the
lacquered lust you call romance
your emotions gleaming

more
than they really do

create a scaffold for
the facades I’ve grown
to ease the shrinking feeling

catch the vapor of my maybes
smothered in the ivy
of interpreted yes

so place your palm pulse-wise
and determine
better than horoscope

balance
 
 
 
 
Scorpio - The Scorpion (Oct24 to Nov22)

Scorpio
by annaswirls ©


Tell me the truth
not the surface,
the deep and dirty truth
sand worn under it all truth

Jointed tail curves silent,
frozen under desert sun
eyes hypnotize waiting
I fear that moment before the sting
more than the moment of or after.
That moment I lose control to Scorpio,
it is already too late.

Under silent mountain it waits.
the moment magma becomes lava
you are mine.
 
 
 
 
Sagittarius - The Archer (Nov23 to Dec22)

Sagittarius ~ The Archer
by Tristesse ©


In a time when fire
was the stars' only competition,
before man flooded the skies with
incandescence,
he feared the eyes of light
that watched in the night.

Imagination drew lines
joining the shimmering points
and cold stars created a hunter
who strode across the ebon sky,
drawing his bow to take aim from
deep space.

"He is a guide" they told their children,
"to The Argonauts."
Or ~ "he hunts the damned
as they strive to escape
the fires of purgatory."

Did man fear his fiery arrows
as they split the sky,
streaking, jagged, to the earth
in winter storms?

As time passed he stitched
Such dreams to the stars,
attributing the constellations
with powers
that foretold and shaped the future.

Sagittarians
were strong and daring,
made ardent lovers
faithful friends,
their skills, many and varied.

But when the weapon in The Archer's hands
and the rhythm of his hooves
turned war-like
awesome was the Sagittarian's anger,
and callous their carelessness,
a scathing tongue
sharper than any hunter's arrow.
 
 
 
 
Capricorn - The Goat (Dec23 to Jan20)

Capricorn
by OT ©


follow me

past perilous precipice
'round deep chasm and crag

I know the path
I know the way
up through mist of uncertain gray

I know the way
above the clouds
above reproach
into rarified air
of success

follow me
 
 
 
 
Aquarius - The Water Carrier (Jan21 to Feb19)

Aquarius
by Liar ©


for what it's worth
when flames are fought back
barriers broken
into the smallest common fractions

and all your actions have faded to footnotes
corroded down to nothingness at last
I will carry on

igniting no beacon nor singing your gospel
with unsooted lungs I don't have

but doing what I can
to keep this patch of existence
clean

walk an extra mile for you and your futility
when you poisoned your neighbor's river
not caring that you lived downstream

not singing your gospel
but stitching the rifts it caused

so I carry on
try as I might to still
the only cravings left

for hope, water, and somewhere
where we just might dare
to start over
 
 
 
 
Pisces - The Fishes (Feb20 to Mar21)

For Pisces
by Linbido ©


Drifting from another day
a smaller time, a simpler way,
swimming came the rhyme.

Shards of broken mirror
in unison dancing delightful
like a mimic of world
and a shadow of word, lost in time.

   Blowfish,
   go fish!
   One fish two,
   the me and you fish,
   tumbling in the sea.

   Sea kids,
   spree kids.
   Just like me,
   so silly glee kids,
   bouncing on my knee.

And no telling now
if this shoal of hum-dum herring,
gleaming beneath
the sunlicked commotion
is just my deja-vu,

or a surfacing dream
that glitters in the sun,
breaking through rippling surface
that you stir, little blowfish.

You fish, go fish.
And up here I wish
that the ocean you tumble
so merrily through
will have room for us all.
So I save this shimmering shoal
of riddle, fiddle rhyme
just for you.
 
 
 
 
* A roundel is a poetic form of 11-14 lines where the first two lines are repeated in the middle and at the end, and that have only two rhymes.

** A triolet is an eight-line stanza having just two rhymes and repeating the first line as the fourth and seventh lines, and the second line as the eighth.

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champagne1982champagne1982almost 20 years ago
Inspiration

This is a wonderful blend of verse. You each tackled the challenge with inimitable style. Thankyou for this glimpse of a starry sky as seen by The Poets.

YDDYDDalmost 20 years ago
Collaboration

An interesting collaboration,

all are good.

It would be hard to pick a favorite,

but among my favorites would be Linbido's "For Pisces"

and Kundalinguini's "The Twins",

both chosen for the freshness of the voices.

Good reading.

jthserrajthserraalmost 20 years ago
Ah yes...

all interesting voices, and my favorite has to be the triolet... well done all.

jim : )

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 20 years ago
Amazing work

enjoyed it muchly!

CharleyHCharleyHalmost 20 years ago
Loved it . . . all

Twelve amazing voices, 12 intriguing perspectives, and a years worth of thought for me.

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