Thursday, November 7, 2013

Poetry from-and-for the Soul from the stars

Yes, I write poetry: 
"An Astrologer's Plea"

Upon this Earth
Thy day of birth
Was ascribed to thee.
Would’st  thou mind
And be so kind
To render such to me?
I know it not;
There is no plot,
And thus I say by letter.
Would you do so
And help me know
To understand you better?
The real key
Which I can’t see
Becomes the exact time.
And so on wings
Of written things
I say these words in rhyme
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"Star Light, in sight" (for Alix Bogart)

In a time quite long ago
You were one who yearned to know
The secrets of the Universe
A person who was sometimes terse.
With someone else who loved to ponder
Things that happened here and yonder.
Both of us would wonder why
Things occurred up in the sky.
And further out; we tried to see
Splendid things that seem to be
Hidden from the average soul
To learn them all became our goal.
I was one who had intentions
Make good use: my mind’s inventions.
You would read and contemplate;
Between us two, we did debate.
Others thoughts in ancient Greek
We scientists did learn to speak.
Powdered wigs upon our head
We challenged what each other said.
You have returned; I’m glad to see
Your name, I think is known to me.
But who I was, I’ll let you guess,
But worry not, nor feel duress.
I told you then of what I know
And now I see ingrained to show.
You did not know the thoughts I shared
But I am glad to see you cared.
Enough to wish to learn them now
I’m back again; I’ll show you how.
But be of cheer; you made your claim
And what you found has kept your name.
It does appear: it seems to burn
Samuel Clemens: he did learn
That when it came to see his birth
He knew his time allowed on Earth.
So solve this riddle and you’ll see
Identities: both you and me.
Astrology will tell the clue
The hint of what I said to you:
“I studied it (our tempers hot);
I know it, Sir, but you do not.”

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Psychologically, the Moon represents how we perceived the quality of mothering from our primary care-giver, whether or not she actually gave birth to us. Through the years, many women have given me training, nurturing, and wisdom.
  
     This poem was inspired by a friend whom I miss very much, the late Jill Smith of Greenville, South Carolina:

"On a Full Moon,You can See Forever"

Madam, I’m Adam,
But I’m not the First
Man that’s been called that;
My ego would burst.
Your skills I would reckon
Will surely provide
The answers I’m seeking
From the sea’s rising tide.
For the moon has the stories
To the things that I need
And the stars high above
Have the lessons I’ll heed.
For your words I will ponder
All these life episodes
And I hear that direction
Comes from North and South Nodes.
So shortly I’ll forward
All the facts of my birth
And ask you to translate
My mission on Earth.
It comes once again
In April each year.
The news that you’ll give me
Is worthy to hear.
So render your fee
I’ll look at it twice
But act on it timely
And take your advice. 

(c) MDLOP8 2010

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