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.

Haiku: Heart

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

Poem: All That’s Left

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There’s a darkness over this land
even in the midday sun.
July may be warm and the children off school
but their diurnal play, the boisterous shouts
and brief tears of drama
leave me cold.
I’ve seen through this shadow of impermanence,
the frail beauty and cheap happiness of now;
they carry the seeds of sorrow and my remembrance.
It’s all that’s left of me

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

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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.

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