Astro Poems

I'm going to type them out Linda Goodman's book "Venus Trines at Midnight". They're about sun signs, placements, aspects (will take a while to type the ~ 63 poems )

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Venus Trines at Midnight

Why do I fight sleep so hard?
You're a fine one to ask, I must say

as if you didn't know
how I toss and turn in my bed each night
listening to the sheep dog snore
muffled sounds outside the door
a scream on the street that dies away
then far-off laughter

The witching hour passes
leaving the same, old, empty ache
like a wisdom tooth
with a cavity that needs filling

By two a.m. or so
the shadows seem to take form and shape
but nothing especially familiar

Finally, I sink into sleep
where you wait

and it happens
again and again and again
three times

Then suddenly, angrily
I leap out of slumber

to stay up till dawn
reading and eating cinnamon toast

Look, something just has to be done
I refuse to have an affair with a ghost

Now that we're so intimately acquainted in dreams

for old times' sake

couldn't I run into your arms just once
when we're alone --and awake?

A Taurus Ascendant Is Sensual
but the Bull is Conservative

I don't know why I bother to analyze him
That is, there are times you can run out of words
with some people

except for maybe "Good grief!"

For example:
He says he's glad that pot and nudism have
found us
"They provide valuable insight into the world around us"
UNQUOTE (and there's more)

He walks alone by the ocean, collecting pieces of coral
And thinks Helen Gurley Brown is reasonably moral

(but he doesn't go much for drunks
or people who waste money)

He creates undeniably exquisite photography
though frequently I've heard him defend pornography

He develops naked women
in a dark room
with chemicals

Still,
he did make several very fine prints of an old tree
back in 1963

He hates the establishment with a violent passion
and he follows his dreams, after a fashion
Sometimes his conversation is esoteric and deep
but he doesn't believe
people astral travel in their sleep
and speaking of traveling
he takes a slow boat to China, by way of Japan
painting poetic symbols on an oriental fan
He digs Hopi philosophy - those Indians think he's great
and I can't deny he knows that "Kismet" means "Fate"

Once I thought I saw him
wearing a strand of love beads
around his heart

But he can't even say "Om myoho rengay kiu"
to make a cab appear like magic, in the rain
or make a wish come true, by chanting it slowly
like any self-respecting flower child can do

He's a phony, Victorian hippie
shall I tell him?

Gemini - Gemini

I'm sorry I kept you waiting
Look, don't cry
it was only an hour or two
Couldn't you find something to do?

I would have
if I had been you

Jupiter Prayer on Christmas Eve

I'm in a panic

the mistletoe and holly
are tacked where they ought to be

and the wine is chilled

but the ghost of Christmas last
when December turned into a block of solid ice
between us
is leering through my shuttered window

You told me it was ghoulish to trim a dead tree
like hanging jewelry on a corpse in the parlor

(Yours is naked throughout the merry season
carefully tended in a pot of earth
later planted outside where it can grow tall)

This year, mine is bare and potted too
and I give it lots of water

Yes, you'll like the tree

it's the rug

that huge, spreading warmth
of the glossy, satin-brown Iceland Pony
on the floor

I never thought...

what should I do?

I can't hide it in the closet
It's jammed with other things that make you frown
my Frank Sinatra album, all those ash trays
strings of colored lights and tinsel
and the poems I wrote last winter

But I can't just leave it there
I don't thin I could stand the look on your face
when you see that fur
and the reflection in your eyes
of the pony's pain when he was murdered
(or did he die a natural death?)

Never mind, it's still unkind
to have him stretched out on the floor
and walk across his beauty

I hope it didn't hurt him - I really do
and I hope it didn't hurt the steer you served me once
at your house
when was struck in the head with a bloody axe
by a butched singing Noels
with no ether

or the gentle, brown-eyed cow
who gave her life for your shoes

I find I'm crying now
for all of them

and I didn't want to cry again this Christmas

There's the lobby buzzer
you'll be at the door any minute

Oh, will you forgive me for the pony?
I won't walk across him anymore

I guess I know how that is...
like people you love
when they walk across your heart

back and forth
every day
every night
and think you have no feelings
just because you lie there so still

Posted by sadpopcorn
i call them Lindaland jerk off material

In all accuracy, Astrology itself is jerk off material 😆

Incantation of a Moon Child

Abracadabra rippled water tears
pickled pumpkin butterfly ears
north winds, blow across his years

I'll have my madcap moonlight way
no matter how many fiddlers call you
to a dance of wooden marchers

I'll leave my trace upon you
like a witch's hex
streaked through your hair
lingering in your silver eyes

I'll sear your palm with an eternal scar
so all the canny Cassandras will whisper

Ah, there goes one of the lost

he has been visited by a vagrant solitaire
singing a morning sonata
he has been wheedled by a will-o'-the-wisp
from the midnight moors
he had been kissed by a flickering firefly
brushed by the touch of a wild gypsy spell
he has heard the cry of a loon

he has been loved

Posted by sadpopcorn

Posted by Damnata

Posted by sadpopcorn
i call them Lindaland jerk off material

In all accuracy, Astrology itself is jerk off material 😆

i'm sorry did i say jerk off i meant premature ejaculation

click to expand

That's synastry bizness.

Venus Exposed

Don't stand there
looking at me like that

At least give me time
to put on one of my masks
there were seven false faces
I brought alone to this costume ball
just to be safe
but I seem to have mislaid them somewhere

Independence was stolen one stormy night last year
while I watched you follow someone
into a room
and close the door behind you

Anger I haven't been able to wear
since the day I hurt you with it

Pride I impulsively tossed out the window
when I called
to tell you I was sorry

Detachment, I guess, is permanently lost
now that your smile
brings a lump to my throat
I can't swallow

Amusement disappeared without warning
the morning I first knew
what your eyes were asking

Frigidity melted forever
the moment you touched me

Now, stripped of my protective cloak of poise
I toss my hair too often over my shoulder
tear napkins to shreds
order drinks I never finish
break match sticks into small pieces

What will I do to cover my trembling
when all my disguises are gone?

The only one left is Caution
and it almost flew out of my hands just now
when I turned to go
and thought I heard you say

"Please stay"

Taurus

Is it you?

or is it just that I've made you wear those love robes
I've been saving
since the days when my sand castles
were big enough to walk around in
and strong enough to stand against the tides?

I can't remember who first said
that "what you don't know can't hurt you"
but whatshisname was wrong

Supposing I climb all the way to the top of the tree
and then find out

it's not really you

How do I get back down again
all by myself?

I've always been afraid of heights

A Scorpio transforming into the positive aspects of itself.

Once our lives are over
Hopefully we're older
But if you wanna surrender
Please try and remember
That the birds were flying free
Because the beauty left to see
There was more then meets the eye
Separating the earth and sky
Its a privlige we're alive
So let us stand the test of time
From the ashes rise above
Learn to share and learn to love.

Aquarian Awakening after Sundown

The skylark has stopped singing
from the roof of the Tin Pan Alley Record Shop on
Broadway
if he ever was a skylark
I was never sure

and I don't reach out for your hand anymore
sometimes I stumble, without it
but at least I've kicked that habit of clutching air

How long has it been
since your arms were a rock of peace
to rest my head against

three years already?

You passed by within inches of me this afternoon
while I was having a Hermit in the Muffinburger
what did we used to say, as kids?

so near
"if he was a snake he would have bitten you"

Caught off guard
we looked at each other the way familiar strangers do
pulling the shades down quickly
over the transparent windows of our eyes
but not quickly enough
to hide the cluttered, broken dreams inside
like old furniture left behind
when love moves out suddenly

Your cool, casual nod
was almost a warning not to speak
so I didn't

It's just as well
What could I have said?
"How are you?"

I know how you are

You're sorry
and empty
and alone
like me

and it serves both of us right, I suppose
for being so proud and all

It's crazy but I kind of thought you might call
after seeing you like that

I forgot
you can't
even if you wanted to

When you changed your number
I changed mine
and they're both unlisted now

Mars and Stars

Where is my shiny shriek blast
my breekle creekle fly sky high
my lyrical miracle
my spring ring fling
my crashing slappy flappy
Where is my happy?

Nothing is too good to be true
Nothing is too wonderful to happen
if you really want it to

I do
I do
I do

I know he didn't call
I know he didn't call yet

That's it - that's the word
yet!

Forever-forever
I'll never forget

that yet means imminent get

(according to both Webster and God)

so...

rocket socket shiny shriek
and breekle creekle fleekle fast
my crashing slappy flappy happy
is not yet
but moon balloon soon and blast

Ode to Leo Sun.

In my eyes
I never seen it comin
Said the wrong 3 words
Then I hit the ground runnin
But in one more day
I'll find another way home
With one more way
To say the day was my own
As we breath
Our hearts are quickly pumpin
Wipe em off our sleeve
And get to nothin next to nothin
But in one more day
We find another way home
With one more way
To say the day was our own

I'm
Walking knee deep in mistakes
Never thought I'd miss your taste
Never could forget your face.
I
Finally start to believe
Everything that we receive
Puts another trick up our sleeve

Stuck in time
I'm ridin with the seasons
See the things we find
Are for reasons
Start believin
That in one more day
I find another way home
With one more way
To say the day was my own
Cherish life
Like it's the only one you're givin
Try to make things right
Its your decision to keep slippin
But in one more day
I'll find another way home
With one more way
To say the day was my own.

Posted by Damnata
Incantation of a Moon Child

Abracadabra rippled water tears
pickled pumpkin butterfly ears
north winds, blow across his years

I'll have my madcap moonlight way
no matter how many fiddlers call you
to a dance of wooden marchers

I'll leave my trace upon you
like a witch's hex
streaked through your hair
lingering in your silver eyes

I'll sear your palm with an eternal scar
so all the canny Cassandras will whisper

Ah, there goes one of the lost

he has been visited by a vagrant solitaire
singing a morning sonata
he has been wheedled by a will-o'-the-wisp
from the midnight moors
he had been kissed by a flickering firefly
brushed by the touch of a wild gypsy spell
he has heard the cry of a loon

he has been loved

this is sweet, poignant.


the aquarian sounds so lonely and sad. jeez.

The Fish Meets the Water Bearer
For Michel and Etienne
by any other Sun Sign, name or century

We searched for each other
in the most unlikely places
among the most unlikely people

and when our paths finally crossed
it was for reasons so entangled
in our daily bread
and the usual trespasses

that we might not even have noticed
except for that faint quiver of wonder
like a passing chill from the night air

we loved

and the closest we've come to explaining why
is because it was you
and because it was I

Throw a Little Neptune In with the Image

I've learned a lot
from these last few political campaigns

and if I ever try to make it
as the first woman President
running on the astrology ticket

the Mad Ave agency I want
is the one responsible for these Volkswagen ads

I always trust them
They start right out telling you their goofs
and how they fall a little behind a Rolls Royce

but if I were running for the office
of your wife, concubine, mistress, friend or pal
I'm not so sure about that VW direct approach
You can't use the same firm for private relations
you use for public relations

I'd probably hire that other outfit
the one that makes you wonder
"Does she or doesn't she?"

Then you wouldn't know
if I do or I don't
til I have

Pluto Moves Slowly but Surely

Look, my strawberry sometimes friend

Could I take a raincheck?

I'd like to skip this passing storm
with its violent thunder of knowing
between lightning flashes of guessing
and intermittent torrents of hurt

We're in that dangerous manic-depressive phase
of giving each other emotional ink blot tests
on public couches
and when one of us makes a Freudian slip
we switch roles
like two charming, but knife-sharp clever
diplomats
each unwilling to commit himself
for fear of an unexpected coup de grâce

Call me when it's time to surrender
my strawberry always loe
I think I'll pass this next round
of Russian roulette with words

It would be just my luck to win

Posted by Damnata
The Fish Meets the Water Bearer
For Michel and Etienne
by any other Sun Sign, name or century

We searched for each other
in the most unlikely places
among the most unlikely people

and when our paths finally crossed
it was for reasons so entangled
in our daily bread
and the usual trespasses

that we might not even have noticed
except for that faint quiver of wonder
like a passing chill from the night air

we loved

and the closest we've come to explaining why
is because it was you
and because it was I

aw. who is Michel and Etienne?

Wat

The Aquarian Age of What

It was while I was having lunch today
at the next table
a man wearing one of those stick-on beards
and a yellow turtleneck sweater
was telling his friend

"Do you know the New York Times
just carried a story
quoting top scientists and ecologists
and they said that, in ten years
this planet will be uninhabitable for humans?"

and the friend answered

"Is that so? Well, let me tell you, buddy
it's uninhabitable out where I live right now
with all those blacks moving in closer
and the neighborhood hippies
with their damned motorcycles and
Peace posters
and the liquor store down the street
just lost its licence
so I've got to lug my booze home on the train"

and they laughed...

Later I checket it out
with the Times Information desk

He was right
that's what they said
ten years

TEN YEARS?

Doesn't anyone care?

I mean, ten isn't very long
the years go by so fast those days

About ten years ago, Judy Garland was making a comeback
no one had heard of Rod McKuen
Butch Cassidy or the Sundance Kid
there were three Kennedy brothers
Dr. Spock was writing baby books

Nixon told the press they wouldn't have him
to pick on anymore
and there wasn't a single tourist
taking giant steps for manking
on the Moon

Ten years?

Has anyone told John Lindsay or Bess Myerson?
Or Rap Brown
or Abbie Hoffman

or Howard Hughes?

Of course, if he knew
he wouldn't talk about it much, I guess
he'd do something
maybe he is...

but what if he's not?

Ten years?
Does Charlotte Ford think about that
when she jets in her set?
I wonder if Richard Burton counted the depreciation value
when he bought Liz that diamond
Is that why Paul McCartney decided to split
then changed his mind - or did he?

Ten years?
Why, we haven't even discovered the cure for cancer yet
or figured out what to do with all that garbage
Do you suppose Ralph Nader reads the Times?

I have this feeling
I should send a telegram to the White House
but that's ridiculous
surely they have one of those clipping services...

Would Abraham Lincoln or Theodore Roosevelt
or Harry Truman
have declared a national emergency?

I don't know--
"Give'em hell, Harry"

give who hell?

All the way home, my heart kept pounding in my chest
and I passed one of those signs in a window

SLEEP WITH A STRANGER TONIGHT

Well, yes, maybe--
maybe so
maybe fall in love with a stranger

or with someone
or with something - like life

Turn me on, dead man

TEN YEARS?

Capricorn Calendar

How old am I?
I'll be 92 next Christmas
though I won't admit to one day over 20

Even after all the birthday cards
are cut and shuffled
it's hard to figure

I've aged at least 500 years
since I stumbled into you
Yet I still believe in fairy tales
like "The Princess and the Frog"
perhaps I'm really only 3 or so?

You'll never know how old I am
but I'll tell you anyway
I was born the hour we met
and died today

Combustible but Compatible

Because of that double sextile between our suns and moons
and all those Venus trines
it's hard to find a legitimate reason for a good healthy fight

but we manage
like last night

when we almost got caught in a storm
our our way to the new Japanese restaurant you found

You said you didn't believe that junk
about eggheads from Mars flying their saucers
over our complacent chimneys
I said maybe they could teach you how to park
without leaving a space of four feet
between the curb and the car
I also mentioned how smug you are
when you think you're right

Inside at the table, while you glared at your noodles
I lit my first cigarette in months
then you ordered yourself three rounds of drinks
and sat there through dinner like a stony Sphinx
When you wanted to leave
I wasn't ready to go
so I stirred my cold tea
for at least half an hour
watching you sputter
till you jammed your elbow down in the tofu
and smeared it all over your sleeve

It was spooky and silent between us
as we walked back to the car in a drizzle
and a fire truck tore by, with sirens shrieking
then suddenly we saw a squirrel
scurry up the trunk of an elm
and he looked just like the one we called "Charlie"
who ate from your hand
that weekend on Fire Island

"He's a long way from home"
you said
we smiled at each other
and after awhile it stopped raining

February People Are Real Pals

Lovers all use the same script
when they play their final scene

"Well, we almost made it, didn't we?
It's really better this way
I'll call you someday"
after a love affair ends
and they know it's time they parted

With you, it was
"Can't we be friends?"

Friends?

That's how the whole thing started!

old chum, old pal, old Water Bearer buddy of mine
my comical, blundering, lost and lonely Valentine

Cancerian Cry
(CANCER CARES)

Those newspaper jokes
telling us how to celebrate
the national promotion campaigns
are getting pretty hairy

"It's National Pickle Week
take someone sour to lunch"

"It's National Agriculture Week
make out with a farmer's daughter"

"It's National Lamp Week
get lit up with your favorite lush"

"It's National Public Zoo Week
do the orangutang tango with an Ape"

How about "National Emptiness Week"?
rescue the lonely
they're everywhere
walking in and out of bars
with robot eyes that won't shut
till the street cleaners wash the city's dirty face at dawn

They sit around in all-night coffee shops
blinking in the purple-white neon light
dropping dimes into a slot
to dial a number that never answers

They stare at the deserted streets
from velvet-covered windows in penthouse prisons
and nurse a glass of lukewarm champagne, with no fizz
listening to the flashbacks of tired memory
stamped in the grooves of a record

Help the lonely celebrate
as they ride the subways
reading the newspaper upside down
or stand in Nathan's
squeezing a plastic mustard container over a hot dog

It's National Emptiness Week

be kind to us