Poem: Moon Landing Astrology

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High summer on the lawn,
laying back and looking up –
the Moon staring down at me,
firing this boy’s dreams.
Somewhere up there two men in a box,
another left circling around, unseen.

The year 69, I had no inkling then
of the Cancer glyph,
the crab and his claws as the Sun’s tropic
turns south.

A Saturn five had taken them,
pushing limits far beyond the jewel world,
while five is Leo, the Sun god Apollo,
who would return to earth in glory.
Eleven is Aquarius, the new age, some said,
and the Eagle is Scorpio, the Phoenix
who rises, fed on the ash of his own demise.

And on that very day,
as Jupiter and Uranus conjoined in the Balance,
the whole world turned on its head,
a revolution in the mind
encapsulating the cause.

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Haiku: Moon Dreaming

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John, I chose the Moon
I too dreamed of better things
Where have they all gone?

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Poem: What it’s all about

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Some say we breathe the same air as the great Alexander,
that we can visit the holy places Jesus once knew,

perhaps follow in His footsteps through Galilee,
or imagine the once famed glory of Macedon,

where Phillip would teach his young son to fight.
But we can never quite see, let alone touch these lost

worlds in our minds, they are always one step beyond
our senses, like those people and animals

who frequent our own lives, sharing joys and pains,
and then are gone, without ever being a part of us.

We are all the lost and lonely children
with only faith to fight the famine of our lives.

copyright Leofwine Tanner 2019

The Proms: An Extraordinary British Tradition

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The Proms begin today, July 19, perhaps the quintessential British cultural event, held each year in several venues in London between July and September, though most notably at The Royal Albert Hall.

The word proms is in fact a shortening of the term Promenade Concerts, a cultural phenomena which had its origins in 18th century London, which took place in pleasure gardens where the spectators were allowed to move around the orchestras. The word promenade is a borrowing from the French language, meaning to walk.

Music for the masses

In the 19th century this style of concert moved indoors as well, leading eventually to the establishment of ‘The Proms’ on August 10 1895 at the Queens Hall, Langham Place by the well known impresario, Robert Newman.

The idea was to offer the experience of classical music to the general public, with lower ticket prices in an informal setting. It has to be said that the idea worked, with a comprehensive schedule of performances spanning over two months.

Too English?

However, the Proms do have their detractors. For instance, I have heard it said more than once that they are too English. Whilst there is certainly a great deal of flag waving, a cursory look at the famous ‘Last Night of the Proms’, will reveal flags from all over the world.

What is more, much time and energy has been put in to diversifying the content, with the inclusion of world music, as well as folk music from all over Great Britain and Ireland.

Haiku: Heart

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Category: poetry

Poem: Moon Landing Astrology

High summer on the lawn,
laying back and looking up –
the Moon staring down at me,
firing this boy’s dreams.
Somewhere up there two men in a box,
another left circling around, unseen.

The year 69, I had no inkling then
of the Cancer glyph,
the crab and his claws as the Sun’s tropic
turns south.

A Saturn five had taken them,
pushing limits far beyond the jewel world,
while five is Leo, the Sun god Apollo,
who would return to earth in glory.
Eleven is Aquarius, the new age, some said,
and the Eagle is Scorpio, the Phoenix
who rises, fed on the ash of his own demise.

And on that very day,
as Jupiter and Uranus conjoined in the Balance,
the whole world turned on its head,
a revolution in the mind
encapsulating the cause.

Haiku: Moon Dreaming

John, I chose the Moon
I too dreamed of better things
Where have they all gone?

Poem: What it’s all about

Some say we breathe the same air as the great Alexander,
that we can visit the holy places Jesus once knew,

perhaps follow in His footsteps through Galilee,
or imagine the once famed glory of Macedon,

where Phillip would teach his young son to fight.
But we can never quite see, let alone touch these lost

worlds in our minds, they are always one step beyond
our senses, like those people and animals

who frequent our own lives, sharing joys and pains,
and then are gone, without ever being a part of us.

We are all the lost and lonely children
with only faith to fight the famine of our lives.

The Proms: An Extraordinary British Tradition

The Proms begin today, July 19, perhaps the quintessential British cultural event, held each year in several venues in London between July and September, though most notably at The Royal Albert Hall.

Music for the masses

Too English?

Haiku: Heart

The cold and cruel
outer world will always win
but not in our hearts

High summer on the lawn, laying back and looking up – the Moon staring down at me, firing this boy’s dreams. Somewhere up there two men in a box, another left circling around, unseen.

The year 69, I had no inkling then of the Cancer glyph, the crab and his claws as the Sun’s tropic turns south.

A Saturn five had taken them, pushing limits far beyond the jewel world, while five is Leo, the Sun god Apollo, who would return to earth in glory. Eleven is Aquarius, the new age, some said, and the Eagle is Scorpio, the Phoenix who rises, fed on the ash of his own demise.

And on that very day, as Jupiter and Uranus conjoined in the Balance, the whole world turned on its head, a revolution in the mind encapsulating the cause.

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John, I chose the Moon I too dreamed of better things Where have they all gone?

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Some say we breathe the same air as the great Alexander, that we can visit the holy places Jesus once knew,

perhaps follow in His footsteps through Galilee, or imagine the once famed glory of Macedon,

where Phillip would teach his young son to fight. But we can never quite see, let alone touch these lost

worlds in our minds, they are always one step beyond our senses, like those people and animals

who frequent our own lives, sharing joys and pains, and then are gone, without ever being a part of us.

We are all the lost and lonely children with only faith to fight the famine of our lives.

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The Proms begin today, July 19, perhaps the quintessential British cultural event, held each year in several venues in London between July and September, though most notably at The Royal Albert Hall.

Music for the masses

Too English?

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The cold and cruel outer world will always win but not in our hearts

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Share this:

High summer on the lawn,
laying back and looking up –
the Moon staring down at me,
firing this boy’s dreams.
Somewhere up there two men in a box,
another left circling around, unseen.

The year 69, I had no inkling then
of the Cancer glyph,
the crab and his claws as the Sun’s tropic
turns south.

A Saturn five had taken them,
pushing limits far beyond the jewel world,
while five is Leo, the Sun god Apollo,
who would return to earth in glory.
Eleven is Aquarius, the new age, some said,
and the Eagle is Scorpio, the Phoenix
who rises, fed on the ash of his own demise.

And on that very day,
as Jupiter and Uranus conjoined in the Balance,
the whole world turned on its head,
a revolution in the mind
encapsulating the cause.

John, I chose the Moon
I too dreamed of better things
Where have they all gone?

Some say we breathe the same air as the great Alexander,
that we can visit the holy places Jesus once knew,

perhaps follow in His footsteps through Galilee,
or imagine the once famed glory of Macedon,

where Phillip would teach his young son to fight.
But we can never quite see, let alone touch these lost

worlds in our minds, they are always one step beyond
our senses, like those people and animals

who frequent our own lives, sharing joys and pains,
and then are gone, without ever being a part of us.

We are all the lost and lonely children
with only faith to fight the famine of our lives.

The cold and cruel
outer world will always win
but not in our hearts