posted March 08, 2004 12:37 PM              

The ram of mars
With a smile like the stars
Innocence profound
With a temper bound

The bull of venus
Sensual like Eros
Kind at heart
But stubborn from the start

The twins of Mercury
Forever in a hurry
Funny and Witty
With 2 faces so silly

The crab of the Moon
Every mothers' true boon
Their home is their haven
But their moods make you brazen

The lion of the Sun
Gregarious and full of fun
Lavish as a lover
But demanding as no other

The Virgin of Mercury
Vulcan provided paternity
Romantic and practical
But crtically dramatical

The Scales of Venus
With Dimples so Gladys (poetic liscence)
Charming as ever
But balancing takes forever

The Eagle of pluto
With a Scorpion or Lizard alter
Powerful of them all
But dangerous when try to stall

The Centaur of Jupiter
Posing as an archer in particular
Flirtacious and frenzy
But speak like they were crazy

The goat of Saturn
Ambitiously climbing their mountains
Focussed upon their goal
But shy and introverted-away from all

The water bearer of Uranus
The gypsy travelling endless
Idealistic from the start
A thinker neglecting the heart

The Fish of Neptune
Swimming to their own tune
Passionate and loyal
But manipulative till you bail

And so my Fellow Knoflakes
Please dont take any offence
Its just a poem that came of my head
So laugh a bit, dont act so dead

posted March 08, 2004 01:28 PM              

The Ram, the Bull, the Heavenly Twins,
And next the Crab the Lion shines,
The Virgin and the Scales;
The Scorpion, Archer, and Sea-goat,
The Man who pours the Water out
And Fish with glittering tails.

posted March 08, 2004 10:56 PM              

~ Beyoncé Knowles, Signs, from Dangerously In Love

and now, a true story...

The Autumn Air Was Thick With ‘Em

by Carlo

How strange would you say
when on a Pisces Moon day
after a good cosmic rain,
all about you are sent
lovely representatives
of the Air element?

No fewer than nine
major aspects did shine
that early November day
and it really did blow and sway
the female flyers my way
one of each breezy lass
who of course didn’t stay.

High-heeled Libra
first on the scene
baby hair pumpin’
just turned eighteen
tongue ring clickin’
lip gloss shinin’
perched at the spot
right next to mine
(I wasn’t even tryin’).

Such a Libra
chatty at first
then predictably serene
kept catching me looking,
so predictably, she’d preen.
A sweet kid and playful
offered me some candy
light, friendly exchanges
quite Libran, quite dandy.

“I’m leaving early for the dentist,
got some fillings I have to fill.”

“Def get the white stuff,
‘composite’ they call it.”

“Wow, it sounds much prettier,
(so) believe me, I will.”

That sparkling Venusian smile
kept me entertained for a while
singing along with Alicia Keyes,
sweet Libran melody, if you please.

A clever, leggy Aquarian
saw the open hole
coolly glided over
and in she stole.

“Can I sit next to you?”

“Sure you can, boo,
just don’t clickety-clack
you’re tongue ring too.”

“Oh I don’t have one of those,
just this diamond in my nose.”

And just then, like a true blue Aquarian
a fact-finding barrage of questions began:

“Do you have a girl?
I don’t have a man.”

And almost before I could go,
“Um, well, yes!” or “Ha ha, oh no!”
the next one was at hand,
that Water Bearer flow;
so I did my best
to be completely honest
guided by Vulcan and Apollo.

Dropped the story of her life,
she didn’t want to be a wife
or even have kids,
just be predictably
unpredictable.

‘I prefer to stay single and miserable.”

Well, I laughed right out loud
in the middle of the crowd
my Aquarian Moon was pleased.

“Now you’re talking!” I joked.

Then a little more fun I poked
until she smiled, winked,
and out the door she breezed.

Later that night
at another jobsite,
I turn and she’s grinnin’
says she’s Venezuelan,
had locked her keys in
her brand new car
and couldn’t go far,
so her plan
was to have
her man
get the spare
from her place
blahblahblah;
for now, anyway
she was in a chatty space.

We talked for almost nearly an hour
then dude showed with keys and a flower.

“This is my new friend,” she cheerily said.

(He of course rolled his eyes in his head)

“Oh, and this is my boyfriend, Fred.”

Now she tells him all about our chat
my opinions on film, romance, and all that.

“Bless you Air girls,” I said, laughing to myself,
yet I probably would have felt more like himself
if my girl had just bonded that frikkin fast
with some new dog she had just strolled past.

“I’ll see you real soon,”
aloud she cried, as they departed
or like Gemini, maybe she lied,
at least he and I both secretly hoped.

And later on, he probably moped
until hopefully he realized
that his mercurial Twin girl
every day builds her own world,
mesmerizes and is
easily mesmerized,
born to chat and to be-friend,
yet not committing to much
at the day’s final end.

posted March 11, 2004 02:33 AM              

"Professor...what's another word for pirate treasure?"

"Why, I say it's booty...booboobooboo-booty...that's what it is!"

~ Beastie Boys, Check Your Head, 1992

***

Ballad of a Lonely Elevator Clerk

I press the buttons just for you
I can take you to the top, or just up to 2
All you have to do is step in
Face the door, watch the numbers, and we all win.

I took this Asian Arian one day up to 3
She backed her fine booty right up into me
Girl had luscious love handles along her obliques
She was heading to the penthouse to a party of freaks.

Just then a fly Taurus from Tanzania comes through the door
I said, “Where to, boo,” she said, “Please, up to the 4th floor.”
She placed that long-legged booty right up to my chest
And a couple of buttons popped off of my vest.

On 5, a Germanic Gemini stepped smartly on in
With a booty so sweet that the floor hit my chin
She said “16” in Deutsch, looked at my name pin
And all I could think of was biting that twin.

A cute Cancerian Canadian alighted at 7
With a booty so round I swore I was in heaven
She said, “18, eh,” as she caught my popping eyes
As I dreamed of the Great White North between her thighs.

Many Leos have booties like Miss Lopez herself
Then on 9 one got on, and whispered my elf:
“Oh baby, place that slammin’ J Lo booty right here,”
And she did, and I knew I had everything to fear.

Now wouldn’t you know, the door opened at 10
And a Samoan Virgoan sauntered in then
So symmetrical and lean that booty soon proved to be
As she pressed against the shaking knees of poor me.

I’d barely been working my job a quarter hour
When in on 11 strolls this London Libra flower
Legs up to her neck, booty pressed to my face,
I mumbled “Tea & crumpet break!” and began to say grace.

On the 12th floor then a Saudi Scorpion babe boarded
Her face was veiled, yet her fleshy booty soon accorded
My fullest attention, if you know what I mean
As I almost created another armed Mid East scene.

The Scandinavian Sagittarian on 13 looked so much like Björk
She probably thought this smiling elevator boy was a dork
Then she pressed up that booty like a bottle to a cork
And if she was a vegetarian, well, today she got pork.

A Californian Capricornian stepped in at 14
Since she owned the whole building, I couldn’t make a scene
Then she smacked that goat booty, pinned me right to the wall
And I grinned and peeped, “Yes, ma’am,” despite my bruised ball.

An Athenian Aquarian from Atlanta came next through the door
Bikinied booty dripping wet all over my floor
She said, “Oh I’m so sorry sir, but I just took a swim,
Please forgive my soaked booty, and please eat my soaked...”

BOOM!

All of a sudden, the elevator just stopped in its tracks
It was me and ten booties and ten titillating racks
I was scared...well, I acted it, all fake-shaking with fright
And they held me, and soothed me, and booty-rocked me all night.

The next morning I awoke, knee-deep in sweaty booty
I reminded the Cappy I had only been doing my duty
Then to all our surprise the door opened real slow
To reveal a perfect Parisian Piscean booty...now whadaya know.

The moral of this story is that all booty is good
For it wiggles and jiggles and does as it should.

Girls, the next time you ride with an elevator guy
If you say, “Um, are you Carlo?” I’ll say “no” and lie.

Then you’ll smile, and you’ll turn, customarily face the door
As I scheme on your booty again and again and forever more!!!

posted March 11, 2004 01:42 PM              

Creative charismatic capr I really liked your poem too.

OK for the record Aquarians have hearts

Love y'all and thanks for keeping my wheels a spinnin' at boring work!

posted March 12, 2004 12:43 PM              

Perhaps that the reason why
I never had many close ones by my side
As along with the moon, the water bearer
Rules my venus and mars forever
Sure i love experimenting
With new things i keep inventing
But my stubborn old goat of practicality
Makes me yearn for popularity
My venusian ascendant gives me some charm
But squared to my sun could cause harm.

I fell in love for the first time
With this Aquarian supermodel on prime time
I was the tender age of seven
But seeing her, I was in heaven
Her name was Cindy
She was prettier than my sisters Barbie
I wished and prayed for her to be mine
But she was married to a virgo at that time
Heartbroken i began to cry
And later on she bagged a gemini

Then i saw a lioness
The queen of pop, they called her highness
So unlike a virgin, this material girl
Made such music to make my life twirl
Her virgo moon attracted my sun
My dreams of her were so full of fun
But the number of men she courted
Left me back again, feeling so stupid
I still love her and her music
But to see her with Guy, makes me seasick.

At the age of fifteen love hit me
By an eagle named Dipali
Raven hair and Porceline skin
To be close to her was the sweetest sin
But alas there was tragedy
She personified beauty, and i (f)ugly
so we became friends, best ones too
Until my Sagittarius dad made the family move
On my last day, she kissed me goodbye
Such intensity and passion, it made me sigh

I can never forget her no siree
She was my true love for all to see
But sadly they all laughed
No princess would want a toad so daft
But i corresponded regulary
Till she fell for a pisces from germany
So once again i was left with my misery
Depression, pills and tonns of self pitty
Got over it immediately though
For i saw another lioness walk in through the door

A face of venus, with the grace of Juno
She's attached to a Libran you know
But i cant get my mind off her
Growing with no love is my biggest fear
So i sit and stare and hope
That'll she'll finally dump that dope
She sits near me in class and all
Her sweet perfume keeps me enthralled
I look at my chart daily
Searching when ill find my baby