Zodiac Lovers

The rules are:

You must name two or more of the star signs-
Aries (21 March-20 April)
Taurus (20 April-21 May)
Gemini (21 May-21 June)
Cancer (21 June-22 July)
Leo (22 July-22 August)
Virgo (22 August-22 September)
Libra (22 September-23 October)
Scorpio (23 October-22 November)
Sagittarius (22 November-22 December)
Capricorn (22 December-20 January)
Aquarius (20 January-19 February)
Pisces (19 February-21 March)

You must use the words-
Star cross lovers
Sign
Love
Rose
Beauty
(A god or goddess name)

At least three poems per poet
collaborations are allowed
No word limit

Good luck DA

aries and a libra

we're anything but star crossed lovers
the stars have aligned us up
perfectly.
but i think it's funny how
i am aries
all that is masculine and war
and he is my libra
venus goddess of love
all that is feminine and beauty.

no two signs
are polar opposites
besides ours
and though we may be backwards
we still bring
everything to the table
and all the compatible charts
say we're bound
to match

so i say
it was written in the stars
not crossed out
that our love
rose.

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Pearl of My Eye

Many see my brown skin
And coarse tufted ebony hair and think
Beast 
Born of the jungle 
Wild and ravenous
He's a Leo 
That's what they are 
Stay away from that 

She was warned by many
That I would reek havoc
Just watch for the signs 
He is a predator 
He'll leave your carcass and soul for the jackals to pick at

She dared Fate and surrendered
to me in that first touch
She did not have to 
She had power of her own
Not just in her beauty that so many sought to conquer and slay
But within her vessel itself

This Aquarian carried life
When offered I gladly drank from it
It sated me
Restored my dignity 
Healed 

She looked deep within my eyes
Saw the ebony pearls within
Placed one inside her challis to reaffirm our love 
We knew not what we dared  
Star crossed love has it's toll
A levy set by Venus and collected by Hades 
A price was paid 
The pearl washed away 

She bathed in rose hip, coconut milk and lilac to heal the wound 
The body is mended
But our hearts are trapped like stars in the sky for Juno to mock 
As she did Callisto 

Hidden by day
Imprisoned by night 
Star crossed love

No one mourns for us 
But all would trade a year for the
ecstasy we find in a solitary night

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She calls me Papi

Ssssh ....Crack 
Sssssshhhh ....Crack!
Sssssssshhhhh...CRACK!

If this motherfucker cracks that whip on my ear one more time 
I'm gonna make him eat it
Then eat him

"Up Leo!" 
Ssssh Crack! 
"Up I say!"

Yeah yeah I know the routine
You say up
I go up
You say down 
I go down 

I know something else too
Today is not the day to try that your head in my mouth shit
Otherwise I'll give these hillbillies the show they really paid to see

How in the fuck did I get here anyway?
Which one of those incestuous Greek bastards did I piss off that badly

Zeus? He needs to learn to keep his cock in his pants
Or wear a condom
Mars? He's too busy setting the world on fire just to get a hard on
Hades? The devil himself, spends half the year with his hand up
his niece's skirt

Legend has it twas Venus that damned my kind
Now I'm stuck with this asshole in his two sizes too big ballon pants 
and two sizes too small pith helmet
Playing Lord of the Beasts, 
The Great African Hunter

Hunter my ass
He tried eBay then Craigslists to get me
And finally found this link

http://bigcatrescue.org/buy-a-big-cat/

I am demonized
And demoralized
Then held as a Demi God

I am lacerated
Then left to languish
Then lionized when men like him need to find some balls

Shows over
Applause 
Go home 
Fuck you very much folks

Forget that sign, 
By all means, Do Feed the Animals

If he really wanted to give me a treat
Then let me eat
That marsh mellowed faced kid
overstuffed with hotdogs and cotton candy
sitting in the third row

I retreat to my cage

Then she walks in
My Rhiann

She doesnt call me by my clown name
I'm her "Papi" 
She comes to care for me
Brings me water
Feeds my body as well as my broken soul

Today she has a rose in her hair
My beauty, a  Bronx born boriqua 
Runaway to join the circus

Her skin is caramelized like mine
Both robbed of the joy of the sun by those who would tame us
Marginalize us

"Aqua?" Rhiann asks of me
She lets me lap it from her hand 
My tongue is rough
But I am gentle with her 
She trusts me 
Let's me rest the weight of my deflated existence upon her

"Venga aqui Papi"
She wants me to move my head so she can tend my wounds 
inflicted by his whip

Aqui Rhiann?
I eagerly move to the rhythms of her request
I let her feel the weight and thunder of my heart as I lie there
I can hear hers too
She is a doe

Venus is pissed off
So we are star crossed 

I am both king and slave
Shackled and barred
Only knowing whispers of her love

"Te amo mucho Papi", she coos 
I slumber

There's a matinee tomorrow
The show doesn't have to go on
It just does 

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The Jackals Feast

Foolish was Hippomenes when he did 
not  pay tribute to Venus for 
capturing the heart of the mesmerizing Atalanta
He should have known better 
Men died in pursuit of her beauty 

It was their star crossed love 
that binds  my fortune in the vengeance of Venus
For the two were cast out as lions 
Forever damned for tempting Fate  

My sign,  Leo, cursed and plagued 
to wear a hollow crown 
In a kingdom where I must do battle
With light footed jackals and crooked neck vultures
Who gladly wait to separate my flesh from bone and scream, 

"Here lies your king!"  

Sign of the sun 
I sought fluid petals to soothe
my scorched soul
My tawny coat and browned mane
Testament to my desert odyssey 
Without relief nor contentment 

Then the maiden came, the Aquarian
She bore a small vessel of water
She poured so that I might drink
Without question 
So that I might live 
With new conviction 

I led her to a bed of desert blooms
Five imperfect pulsating petals pirouetting off their stems that kissed her skin 
One by one 
She's seduced and intoxicated by the fragrant sun bathed roses 

Without hesitation she lets her tunic fall before me 
My growl is guttural 
I happily take her gift as a sign 

We're enthralled by the bliss of our own Eden 
Drunk in the vineyards of Bacchus

Now ruptured by the cackles and caws of jackals and hyenas
Blood has been spilled 
And they mean to feast too 

Cancerian And Virgo

Two Men.......both Virgos,
True But strange,
When they both enters,
In my Life with Fame.

My self being a cancerian,
A woman of Moods,
Though some sensitive....
but kind and caring.

And they....dont know How to Love,
But their way of expressing is different from others.
But Yes, they are dedicated....
Towards their family and friends.

And being a cancerian.....
I will never make the first moves in a relationship,
This is because of two reasons,
My shyness and my fear of being rejected.

And For Them....
Quality of time spent will mean more than the quantity,
He is usually very cautious while forming a relationship,
A little bit of sensuality, mixed with some intelligence.

Being a cancerian, I am extremely loyal ,
and will keep them happy with my warm and rich humor.
And being a virgo, their Love is clean, innocent and pure,
though it may take some time to win.

Repeat the Broken Lovers

“He won’t be coming back”,
I keep on telling her, over and over
But it’s like screaming a mantra
At one who cannot hear.
She lies wasting away,
From the Cancer that wracks
Her body into submission.
A hospital gown hanging off her bony frame
A sign that not even Panancea
Could heal her now and that
The end is slowly drawing near.

But she will hear none of it,
Never letting her delusions of
Star-crossed lovers and soul bonding
Leave her mind. She carries
A love for him that reaches
The point of insanity,
Believing without question
That he will return to her
With a rose in hand, spouting off
Limericks about her beauty
And epic poems about their
Destiny together. That isn’t him though.
Well, not entirely. He is a Gemini
Through and through, always searching
For one thing or another,
Flighty and indecisive, never settling
On just one thing, one person,
Including her, but she cannot see it.
She simply wants him to come back
And complete her, two parts of the same sign,
Coming together to be whole
Once again, even if it the time to be had
Is short and fleeting.

I sigh in frustration,
Then move to grasp her hand,
But a sound at the door
Cuts the motion short.
That same man, who has caused
More than his share of grief and
Pain enters timidly. He has
No roses in his hands, and
No sweet words tumble from his mouth
But my lips curl into a small smile
Despite my reservations. I suppose
That there is an upside
To that man’s indecisiveness,
He may always decide to
Come on back into her arms,
And make them both feel whole again.