#pleiades - Hello Poetry

Lawrence Hall [email protected] https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com Seven Haiku for the Pleiades The seventh poem – think of the Subaru badge – is not seen. That thoughtful poem is the one you will write. 1. Two Goddesses and a God Come to Visit All in the same sky: Luna, Venus, Jupiter While the soft winds sigh 2. Barefoot in the Stilly Dawn Barefoot in the grass Eyes to the east, the stilly dawn The stars have withdrawn . 3. Dachshunds on Their Dawn Patrol Every dachshund thinks That she is a timber wolf - Perhaps it is so 4. Summer Lingers Yes, summer lingers Crickets sing throughout the night Their October hymns 5. A Prison Visit The horizon has no meaning If the prisoners look up - Concertina wire 6. The Prayers of Planets and Stars The planets and stars Need not our prayers; they never sinned - Do they pray for us?

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Oct 13, 2021

Oct 13, 2021 at 9:25 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

Seven Haiku for the Pleiades

Lawrence Hall [email protected] https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com Seven Haiku for the Pleiades The seventh poem – think of the Subaru badge – is not seen. That thoughtful poem is the one you will write. 1. Two Goddesses and a God Come to Visit All in the same sky: Luna, Venus, Jupiter While the soft winds sigh 2. Barefoot in the Stilly Dawn Barefoot in the grass Eyes to the east, the stilly dawn The stars have withdrawn . 3. Dachshunds on Their Dawn Patrol Every dachshund thinks That she is a timber wolf - Perhaps it is so 4. Summer Lingers Yes, summer lingers Crickets sing throughout the night Their October hymns 5. A Prison Visit The horizon has no meaning If the prisoners look up - Concertina wire 6. The Prayers of Planets and Stars The planets and stars Need not our prayers; they never sinned - Do they pray for us?

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when rhymes start poppin' and beats start flowin' it's probably a sign that it's time to get going maybe just maybe even ((( CAUSE A COMMOTION ))) Now is the time where the hero-self starts bubbling up which is the time to start stepping stepping out of prison and into presence You'll know cause it be all effervescing like: pop, pop, pop as you turn around, have a see look up and down at the old me and let me confess I don't like what I used to be at the same time we should also admit that we love that man-boy too cause he was me and he was you You see: he was an egocentric and a pretender who was never ever ever gonna be a contender and let's realize that to linger to long is how our past pulls us out of song ::: refuse to lose that ****** now turn front and centre leg go and just trust, trust, trust Getting wide awake on these energies? Let's ride these waves (if you please) <now flow effortlessly through gross machinations until energies fizzle and bond to the enormity of post-structural Western conformity> I figure it's time to unsettle debts: Consternation? Plebiation? Colonization? What about Subjugation? :::: THE ONLY WAY OUT :::: :::: SEEMS TO BE WITHIN :::: What's wrong with the world today is that we are sleepwalkin' <through a lucid dream of our own creation while considering life as profane> Unfurl your flag let the mystery free rise up your fist and shout Pleiades, Pleiades, I can hear you sing It's time for us Humans let's bring down that sweet thing If you can't put your finger on what happens next it goes something like this: We've all been waiting for that lighthouse bringer, that aetheric singer, the someone who was willing to point the finger we just didn't think it was going to be a ginger Go back to sleep and when you awake Maybe then you'll know who's the medicine keeper If you never learned nothing from Pablo Picasso is that it ain't no fun being like a big ***** Just funnin' Pablo, don't take no offence love it how you went swinging for fence every time you woke up to live in that moment it's what you saw and how you saw it that makes me feel ~ raw, raw, raw ~ I tried to deconstruct your craft: it deconstructed me the only way out of that enigma was to twist myself up into a new reality And here I am sitting my flag unfurled in my missed fortune lost in-between feeling unseen A look in the mirror reveals a fractured self a person separated from collective wealth: Well forget this! It Is Time For Health

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Jul 28, 2020

Jul 28, 2020 at 10:36 PM UTC

aaronmullin-fb

Black Birch

when rhymes start poppin' and beats start flowin' it's probably a sign that it's time to get going maybe just maybe even ((( CAUSE A COMMOTION ))) Now is the time where the hero-self starts bubbling up which is the time to start stepping stepping out of prison and into presence You'll know cause it be all effervescing like: pop, pop, pop as you turn around, have a see look up and down at the old me and let me confess I don't like what I used to be at the same time we should also admit that we love that man-boy too cause he was me and he was you You see: he was an egocentric and a pretender who was never ever ever gonna be a contender and let's realize that to linger to long is how our past pulls us out of song ::: refuse to lose that ****** now turn front and centre leg go and just trust, trust, trust Getting wide awake on these energies? Let's ride these waves (if you please) <now flow effortlessly through gross machinations until energies fizzle and bond to the enormity of post-structural Western conformity> I figure it's time to unsettle debts: Consternation? Plebiation? Colonization? What about Subjugation? :::: THE ONLY WAY OUT :::: :::: SEEMS TO BE WITHIN :::: What's wrong with the world today is that we are sleepwalkin' <through a lucid dream of our own creation while considering life as profane> Unfurl your flag let the mystery free rise up your fist and shout Pleiades, Pleiades, I can hear you sing It's time for us Humans let's bring down that sweet thing If you can't put your finger on what happens next it goes something like this: We've all been waiting for that lighthouse bringer, that aetheric singer, the someone who was willing to point the finger we just didn't think it was going to be a ginger Go back to sleep and when you awake Maybe then you'll know who's the medicine keeper If you never learned nothing from Pablo Picasso is that it ain't no fun being like a big ***** Just funnin' Pablo, don't take no offence love it how you went swinging for fence every time you woke up to live in that moment it's what you saw and how you saw it that makes me feel ~ raw, raw, raw ~ I tried to deconstruct your craft: it deconstructed me the only way out of that enigma was to twist myself up into a new reality And here I am sitting my flag unfurled in my missed fortune lost in-between feeling unseen A look in the mirror reveals a fractured self a person separated from collective wealth: Well forget this! It Is Time For Health

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The Pleiades Oh the Pleiades The spirits of seven Amazonian warriors Who went into the sky For protection against men

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Aug 19, 2019

Aug 19, 2019 at 11:07 AM UTC

Starry89

Pleiades

The Pleiades Oh the Pleiades The spirits of seven Amazonian warriors Who went into the sky For protection against men

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Subconscious vapors of lucidity whisper into the depths of my soul. Pleading Pleiades, daughters of Atlas, exhale mythical wisps that wander in the constellations of my mind anointing me and by their decree I am Divine.

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Aug 23, 2018

Aug 23, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC

A-NU_0LD_POET

Subliminally sublime sublimation

Subconscious vapors of lucidity whisper into the depths of my soul. Pleading Pleiades, daughters of Atlas, exhale mythical wisps that wander in the constellations of my mind anointing me and by their decree I am Divine.

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I am a dandelion in the hand of a child. I haven’t the heart to tell her that I’m a **** and not a wildflower. So I don’t. The stars are always aligned but I can’t always see them properly. When the light is low and the moon is new I can show you what Orion’s arm is pointing to, a little cluster like us that hardly exists. My mother used to tell me that my hands would be too clammy to be held by anyone else but she wasn’t counting on you. Our fingers are woven tight enough that I feel safe looking up- we can take the constellations in turns, you first, so that if the toe of your boot catches a crack in the asphalt where moss is growing through I can steady you. And you would do the same for me. The earth is so young. There will be time enough for me to take you to the observatory, to see properly how Orion stands ready to catch the Pleiades. We can watch it till sunrise, fingers intertwined, blinking sleep from our eyes as the sun blinks the stars from its skies, thinking: that is you and I

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Jan 9, 2016

Jan 9, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC

em-3

catching the pleiades

I am a dandelion in the hand of a child. I haven’t the heart to tell her that I’m a **** and not a wildflower. So I don’t. The stars are always aligned but I can’t always see them properly. When the light is low and the moon is new I can show you what Orion’s arm is pointing to, a little cluster like us that hardly exists. My mother used to tell me that my hands would be too clammy to be held by anyone else but she wasn’t counting on you. Our fingers are woven tight enough that I feel safe looking up- we can take the constellations in turns, you first, so that if the toe of your boot catches a crack in the asphalt where moss is growing through I can steady you. And you would do the same for me. The earth is so young. There will be time enough for me to take you to the observatory, to see properly how Orion stands ready to catch the Pleiades. We can watch it till sunrise, fingers intertwined, blinking sleep from our eyes as the sun blinks the stars from its skies, thinking: that is you and I

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Orion, Orion, Out there over the horizon, Take me to the Pleiades, That is what I plead to thee, Show me those whispers floating in the sea, Bright light touching both you and me.

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Dec 5, 2014

Dec 5, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC

ricardo-esteban

Out there.

Orion, Orion, Out there over the horizon, Take me to the Pleiades, That is what I plead to thee, Show me those whispers floating in the sea, Bright light touching both you and me.

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