"equinoxes" poems
it's 3:23 in the morning
and I'm awake
because my great great grandchildren
won't let me sleep
my great great grandchildren
ask me in dreams
what did you do while the planet was plundered?
what did you do when the earth was unraveling?
surely you did something
when the seasons started failing?
as the mammals, reptiles, birds were all dying?
did you fill the streets with protest
when democracy was stolen?
what did you do
once
you
knew?
I'm riding home on the Colma train
I've got the voice of the milky way in my dreams
I have teams of scientists
feeding me data daily
and pleading I immediately
turn it into poetry
I want just this consciousness reached
by people in range of secret frequencies
contained in my speech
I am the desirous earth
equidistant to the underworld
and the flesh of the stars
I am everything already lost
the moment the universe turns transparent
and all the light shoots through the cosmos
I use words to instigate silence
I'm a hieroglyphic stairway
in a buried Mayan city
suddenly exposed by a hurricane
a satellite circling earth
finding dinosaur bones
in the Gobi desert
I am telescopes that see back in time
I am the precession of the equinoxes,
the magnetism of the spiraling sea
I'm riding home on the Colma train
with the voice of the milky way in my dreams
I am myths where violets blossom from blood
like dying and rising gods
I'm the boundary of time
soul encountering soul
and tongues of fire
it's 3:23 in the morning
and I can't sleep
because my great great grandchildren
ask me in dreams
what did you do while the earth was unraveling?
I want just this consciousness reached
by people in range of secret frequencies
contained in my speech
©2003
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
caveat! —bursting out as the fuse fetters away
wafting t'ward oil spills, tranquilized guns
with pace maker minds
and time to ****
sickle celled, graving shores
plead to crawl underground
through cascading bile and sedatives
that sift through these negatives
like bangled thieves
who crawl on broken knees
and lie idle under haunted bridges.
bouldered bones intertwine
or veins cut along a dotted line
caveat! cries the sayer's sooth,
for he says it scours and devours—
the slinking nightmare sleuth.
the tar is interrupted in carved equinoxes
soak in the crippled toxins
as the air becomes as thick as theophany
and tharm like grease in blood that take me in,
through ash and mud and
all the spider webs caving in
like delicate gorges forges beneath
nightmare sleuth reaching zenith
caveat, silhouettes
stretched out like oil in water
and this silicon tomb can hold me no longer
for i must break out before i am a goner
because it's a mistake that i'll never shake
your face turns opaque
and there was nothing in your eyes
but dripping flesh
wring out all your words for me
your jeers and your juries
but go cling to your crutch
your kings and your qualms
and the church that burns
in its hallow vacancy
for none can resist the urge
that thieves its delinquents from catatonic catacombs
and quagmire junctions
where the swamp will **** you in
and festering sweat sticks like guilt to your skin
and hell is a nightclub where every loss is a life
and heaven's a daydream with your neck to the knife
it needs no rhyme or reason
and every slip of your broken lip
just lose your grip and give in to the treason
would you rather burn at the stake
than suffer your cement heart break
with no reason or rhyme
it's just the weight of the season
backdrop collapse
railroads unfolding
and like a cell storm the train
is coming your way
and slinks away like a nightmare sleuth
it just takes one swipe of the claw
or one bite of the tooth
and it drags you in
feel the sidewalk sleeping
and the blinking lights creeping
above the overpass
and the cold wind reeling--
it'll be your last.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 6:36 PM UTC
The Sun & Earth
23.5 tilted degrees
North Pole & South Pole
Equator
Tropic of Cancer
Tropic of Capricorn
and Meridians
North/South/East/West
Hemispheres
Equinoxes
Solstices
Four seasons
Astronomical phenomena
Today at where I live——
On northern hemisphere
The Garden of Eden
A local Home Depot
The Sun will directly hit
The Tropic of Capricorn
giving us the longest night
and abandoning the North Pole
All it has remembered
is the pole on the other end
Where penguins, whale seals,
and albatrosses will bathe
whole day in full brightness
at -15 degrees Fahrenheit
What a chilling exhilaration!
Could I run away from
this so called winter solstice
this unbearable darkness
this senselessness of
obscurity and wickedness
Could I go to the South Pole
and dance with the penguins?
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
Long before Christianity,
and, Prehistoric times,
in existence that,
doesn't flee,
celebrated equinoxes,
and, the solstices
"sacred times"
Goddess of Springtime,
Ostara, Eostre or Eastre,
as referred, Lent her name,
you will of heard
© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 4:37 AM UTC
Death
is
subjective.
Harvests
of
thought
which
stir the
midnight
consolations
churn
and
turn
empty
capacities.
Emotions
which
awaken
yet
cease
all
in
the
space
of
30
spent
seconds,
little
slaughter.
Equinoxes
sprung
and
autumnal
spines
break
flooding
in
a whispered
annihilation.
Expiration
morphs
wasteland
into
sentience
as
Darkness
of
a post
apocalypse
draws
and
sketches
on
a
spent
sheet of
paper.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 5:52 AM UTC
The procession of the equinoxes
Antiquities dealer
The unspeakable beauty of the amethyst
Gods fingerprints
I don't know what I'm doing or where I'm going.......... But that's Okay. Is that what surrendering is?
Blending, learning, adapting, evolving, individuation in spite of universal oneness. Being less proud.
Happiness. Cinnamon. Cookie cutters from the domain. Keep your herb garden alive. I'm -
A fox. El zorro. Le renard.
Daily rituals,
Water w lemon
Apple
Green tea face splash
A history of happiness
Chickens. Color. Collage.
Yoga. Art. Cooking.
Lists. Recording foods.
Evelyn and Alice.
Vivid, lurid descriptions. High Gothic and almost steampunk. The weather. Things unspoken that leave huge impacts. Small tokens of love. Repressed emotions.
Hx of zodiac.
Constantly working for perfection
Inner outer
Nuts, lemon, lime
Keep fire of dreams alive
Read read write create read
Spells for finance and success
Altar space
You're alive
Preservation of breath
Realness if beauty, tranquility
Overcoming sorrow
Cyclical
<i>Les sorts</i> to make them mad, passionate...
Charms for living. Perfection. Attraction wealth abundance.
Clouds and sky and draping cloth, sandstone and quartz and onyx.
An incredible self confidence.
Don't waste a minute of you're life on unhappiness.
D.I.Y. smudge stick. Driftwood. Feathers. Gemstones.
Secrets of a style maniac. Blog. Hidden treasures.
Be my mercury, the wings on my feet.
Amidst the creaks of old trees and the fallen colored leaves.. I see half the future, gone, cherished and perished
The art of self love.
Devotion. Organization. Keep calm. Its ok to have secrets.
Stories and fables and illustrations to go along. Mix of collage, ink, pastel and watercolor
Refine your life like a black and white ink drawing, the fluttering of pen-lined pages like white feathers.
Floating on dreams, its fun to let your feet dangle into the blue warm water, be swept away into another world.
We try to avoid those moments in life. We plan ahead we keep our toes together and our hair ironed, but one can never totally abate the power of wanton embarrassment or other random outbursts...
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC
@--\\------
fragile
as a mist
over
the
placid
lake
of
slumber
mirror
of
moonlit
ponds
mauve
mysterious
midnight
murmuring
scented
secrets
to
the
sachet
skies
Sirius
spinning
subterfuge
luminous
loquacious
liquid
light
pours
roses of glass
out of organic
orafic
edifices
equinoxes
edifying
garish
gardens
burnt in
effigy
glass rose
thorns
broken
off
shattering
into
brilliantly
scintillating
sand
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/29/2016
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
Some are fearful of opening boxes
closed and sealed long ago,
scared of the stream which,
freed from its prison of oblivion,
may leave them wet of feelings.
Some are afraid of solstices and equinoxes,
of the time when the sun touches the
ground,
of the different shades of the nightsky
in cyclic and never-ending succession...
of the sound of sand against the glass.
Like a vessel weathering
the rising and falling mountains
of a tempestuous sea,
whose captain roars, wrathful,
though never yearns for blue skies,
do not ever shrink back at this metamorphic existence!
And you, my friend, oh be brave!
Do not cry the losses,
not in excess,
do not ever feel sorrow for that old past!
Live like water,
whom gravity forces to sinuously descend,
yet it beats all its enemies in the way
to the restful sea of joy.
But you, oh my friend, be brave!
Do not be fearful of change...
...because change is what we call life.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC
Look at the birds for me.
But not the swans.
You'd find it too difficult to see me there.
So choose the indistinguishable
grey silhouette of something else,
because that is me to you.
I don't expect you to find me in their strength,
not in their flight or their grace,
but in their movement,
they are always moving.
Only once did I see one that was still--
with its tiny beak parted and its pretty wings bent--
I pretended it was sleeping.
Do that for me, if you want.
But remember,
as surely as the precession of the equinoxes,
the birds come back.
Lucky for me, I'm not a bird.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 6:41 PM UTC
But considering Solstices and Equinoxes,
Life can be full of paradoxes,
The future left in the past,
Or time, a function, of dies cast.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 7:19 AM UTC
String of raindrops fall to its quite melody
Rhyme with the breeze of a vocal splendor of black daisy
To the tune of every bee sip the nectar while accessing the anthers and pistil
Made music to a garden of daffodils in April
A sharpen affection piercing a stone amethyst
Asunder of its composure with a helpless catalyst
A scattered pieces spells the truth of an essence is out of worth
The antidote of intoxication has been futile a miasma to a path
Gaze into a night sky grid-like segments of stars in sight
A semblance of a two sign that shines so bright at night
Vast Ocean of complicated happiness sinks a deepest peaceful loneliness
Wide-ranging terrestrial of verdict congeal with annoyance of fate
Precession of equinoxes changed twice a thousand years
A tenth cycle in which Pisces and Taurus situate vertigo in twelfth mensis
A Supreme Being fills the gap of distant in a long period of time
Keep on tenterhooks as the time goes by
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 6:58 AM UTC
“I like natural holidays like equinoxes and solstices and moon phases, because they happen even if no one’s there to acknowledge it.”
Like the curve of your cheek bracketing a smile
and the elongated hum of your first consonant.
The gait of us takes a fluid shape and the tiny,
joyful bursts of your footfall fill up the
quiet between the words we offer.
You feel like old tradition and new thought
made up to bring the rest of us forward into ourselves.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
But considering Solstices and Equinoxes,
Life can be full of paradoxes,
The future left in the past,
Or time, a function, of dies cast.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 2:00 AM UTC
I dug the holes
and covered the acorns
with the disembodied
spirit of hope
Maybe in death
life would live
I hold on tight
to the frozen
dawns of winter's
demise
The days grow
in rows of
interpretude
Collecting
pole dancing soltices
and bi-polar
equinoxes
chardonarily
intoxicated
in literary analyses
from southern France
Ah , but those acorns
so full of promise
Maybe they will oak out
and I can someday
be the earthern
reality infusing
the return of
spring again
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 7:32 AM UTC