Two poems on Virgo Woman/Pisces Man, by Virgo-Aries Artist...





My dear and wise old soul,
Fate has united us once again.
I try to deny our purpose here,
And what I see in your eyes.
Maybe I was sent to reveal to you
The inquisitive open mind you possess.
Perhaps you came to teach me how
I need to live more in the moment
And let tomorrow matter less.

Do I really have to tell you?...
That sensitive side,
You know,
The one you try to hide.
I'm afraid, I suspect
Has long ago guessed
The secret yearning of my higher s-Elf,
The one where I wished desperately
To be able to show
My deep-running feelings
To the unfeeling world

My logical and rational mind
Is telling me
Through the mutual smile we share,
Life had already taken a new twist
Long before we began to care.





I am puzzled by your tortured depths
Yet I linger at the edge of interest
I admire your bold advances
yet my Leo-ness couldn't stand your flirty nature
I revel in our brief contact
Yet I miss the solid moments of past we don't share
I feel myself comparing your every aspect to others
Measuring our long-term potential
Though I know it's not fair
Still, I'll let this path take me where it will
Not fighting fated currents, simply letting pleasure flow.


...and a poem by her on Virgo's square, titled Amuse...

Gemini, Gemini
So much can be said.
A million bright thoughts,
Whizzing through your head.

Airy presence.
An entity of speech.
Pretending as kids do,
Your heart's out of reach.





Virgo Girl/Pisces Boy, titled My Purity was His for the Taking, by kate...


It is a law of nature to rule whatever one can.
One shocking act of impiety causes nations to fall.
Let me show you both sides with a list that goes on and on and on.
This is the hope that there is more to life than self-interest.
Human nature rears its ugly, beautiful head.
I weep at this hated needed wanted loved path that was blazed
for us far far in the future gone past dissapears right before our outstretched hands.
Our eyes fall like the rain.





Virgo Woman/Pisces Man, by Bissie...


If I have one day only to live,
I would live it in Love,
I would throw my clothes and gloves,
Would spread my hands in the air
And with Love
I would feed every pore of my body,
Until I get overtaken with Love,
Until my blood becomes a river of Love,
Until my eyes become a flock of doves
Reaching the Moon
On wings of Venusian gold.

If I could live a day of my Life
Feeling Love -
I would not fear the Death
I would be filled with Light
In the darkest of places above
And the Light would lead me
To you, God of Love.





Pisces Woman/Virgo Man, titled Half-Term, by Lucy...


Part of me has nightmares
and believes that I am still a virgin
and only sleeps in the cocoon of you
without you I am an orphan
I am faint

A virgin is unkept
and headstrong from being tied to no one
your repulsion rivals your curiosity
neither of us knows who belongs inside the other
so we keep far away.

As I watch you shoot past me
I will punch myself in the stomach
and pick my scabs and scratch my skin
you wash out of me like a tide
our faces bloody with pomegranate juice.








Two poems on Pisces Woman/Virgo Man, by Proxieme...





And so

      (because life with us
      is never a beginning
      or an ending,
      but continually
      a continuance
      of that once said
      and unsaid and seen and felt) -

and so, and so -



You speak:
"I feel, so I see,
but having forgotten,
reached out for a hand -
finding yours."

And I laugh,
not in cruelty, but
in Gratitude and Comfort
and Joy. And so -

We sigh
then stretch then run,
as new life, unearthed,
takes us and wakes us - seeing
old faults and
fresh instigations
with clean eyes
and skin and hearts
and Souls. And so -





Memories in Me -
of You in Me
of Me as You.
I and You Structure
and then Scatter,
Feel and Forgive and
then
tumble into
Analysis and Clarity.

Shaking now I Seek You,
as You do Me -
Towards Balance and Peace.
            Perfect Content.
      A Busy Mind, Stilled.
      A Broken Heart, Healed.
It Lasts; then the Norm Regains,
Mutable, Moved and Changed.








Pisces Girl/Virgo Boy, titled A Long Lost Virgo, by StarLover...




I'm still recalling that one particular day,
It was during the Sun's early morning ray.
You were sitting with your best friend,
And I prayed to see you without an akward end.

So getting myself to slowly walk to you,
I thought your shirt was nice it had this perfect dark blue hue.
Noticing how the eyes had this serious and practical glare,
Seeing how the breezy wind had fully blown your hair.

Knowing how your aura had a glowing white light,
Thinking the stars would never shine as bright.
Secretly wishing you'd be a wise seer,
So you would sense our dark longing fear.

Dreaming you'd come near me and hug me,
So our chains kept inside would completely set free.

Half hoping you'd give me a warm smile,
Waiting many days for that rareness all the while.

Truly wanting and needing you to be real,
But you were just a sad ideal.

Because when I got myself to finally say hi,
You turned your cheek and walked away and fatefully said goodbye.








Virgo Man/Pisces Woman, titled Keep What You Catch, by Carlo...





A lonely Virgin
Sits by the sea
He sees a messy beach
Yet feels a gentle breeze.

I heard about mermaids
In Pagan days of old
Catching a mortal's heart
And gifting it with gold.

Yet where is my dripping Fishwife?
Why hasn't she come?
Maybe I haven't learned to dream
Maybe I should hum.

So I sit and watch the waves
Rise, spit, crest, then fall
And wonder if my Earthy soul
Will ever be wet at all.

Then the day comes, before I know
And I see her in a dream
That I finally was allowed to have
As silly as that may seem.

For then she rises up
Reaching for my helpful arms
She begins to soothe and lather me
With sweet Neptunian charms.

I even forget my given name
See only that she shines
As the Sun catches the glitter in her hair
While a brilliant Archer Moon trines.

Could I finally be completed
Unlike I've never been
And found a Piscean princess-girl
To be my forever friend?

Earth truly does need Water, you see
And this Virgin needs a Fish
To quiet the tic-toc of his mind
An appetizing dish.

She kisses and adorns me
With Wetness from the Deep
And all our distant longing
Sends both of us to sleep.

Our souls then swirl together
And feed each other more
Healing all forgotten memories
Sending old hurts out the door.

Yet when my eyes ease open
I turn and wonder when
This creature from the Ocean of my heart
Will be back again.

Now imagine my feeling of Utter Joy
As she smiles and kisses me
And squirms, and flips, and climbs atop
And tells me that we're free.

As the days turn to weeks
The months soon pass to years
A Pisces Queen and her Virgo Man
Live life devoid of fears.

With faces damp
From flowing tears
Sweet gifts from Goddess high
Remind us of that magickal day
A new life
A happy sigh.





Pisces Woman/Virgo Man titled A Mermaid's Wish, by Devakai...


"Vrrrr...don't go,"
She said with a shiver
Always chilled by the thought
Of his departing.

It's not that she thought
He wouldn't come back, but...
She'd gotten quite comfortable
Having her tail wrapped around various parts
Of this human, this "virgin".

Virgin?

To what??

Certainly not love.
For that he communicated with his eyes.
Not a Virgin to her wanton desires,
It was clear,
He'd not only baited,
Yet abated
A few Fish before.

Yet to her depths,
This man,
This Virgo
Was most obvious a Virgin
And though she was used to
The plummet alone
The desire was ever as present
For her mer-"man".


O, Virgo man,
Virgin to my waters,
Fill and surround me
With your warm, fluid ways.

Swim with me the waves
Of my open heart's desires
And rest in my soul's
Warm lagoon
For days.





Captain Hooked, by Carlo...


And so a fine day comes to pass
that giveth me the present sass
to say to you and spit and vex
you, my opposite sign and sex.

From depths of blue and green arouse
within my hands a chance to carouse
following with a splash and squirt
untying tie-dying supplying skirt.

And round as it may be or not
it sets me free I think and thought
to grasp and grab a slippery slope
to pray to keep myself and cope.

Instead of one toe first, we jump
your earthless soul needs this lump
of flesh between its gills and legs
or are you readying pleas and begs?

This air I breathe in much from you
I think will be the end of you
and I or we’ll no longer be up
To drink and dance and screw and sup.

Dizzying relentlessly shakened such
a time for me keeps me from much
I could and might accomplish, dear
yourself fret not yet do be clear.

I can I will I want I think
to drown in you, your liquid drink
yet sip like VO with these lips
take and make infrequent dips.

A weekend here, another past
to breathe the universe at last
for tiny bubbles in my nose
shan’t stunt my poetry and prose.





Fly Fishing, by Devakai…


Ah yes, blending!
Blending we are
In spirit and flesh
Brought together by fate.

I do hope for other stuff of love
It is not too late
For you to navigate
The apprehension of throwing the baggage overboard
Created by some
Who had left you undone.
From your past, set yourself free
For today is a new day
And they are not me.

Looking to the future
Unafraid of the past
All it’s skeletons dead and buried
Resting in peace at last!

A mermaid I am
With gossamer wings and a heart of gold
Offering the Virgo King
A once in a lifetime opportunity
A majical blending journey
Of sea and sky,
You and I
Visiting Earth frequently
To get dirty!





Gone Fishing, by Carlo...


Once on a fishing expedition
I caught a mermaid who
befriended me and
almost ended me.

She, you see
wanted to be set free
by the likes of me.

Yet her Gemini Moon
squared off with my Sun
and all she wanted to do,
like girls, Cyndi cried,
was to have fun.

Lalala
sis-boom-bah
and so and so
we flow and go
here and there
without underwear
yet early I promised her
I would not be her master
lord, boyfriend, and faster
than a New York minute
her fishtank filter got
Vir-gooey seaweed caught in it.

What is it about a girl
who only hears and lives
in her own world?
You tell her, “Look, babe…
I am a hearty free spirit and
a knave. You don’t want to be
forever mixed up with one like me.
I’m not the one to set you free,”
and she don’t listen?
So then you inevitably feel
like you’re all about dissin’.

How can I hold it against you
that you want my undying fidelity,
monogamy, and that you want to
have your cake and eat it too?
I don’t! That’s cool!

Yet when I tell you that I too
might literally have Kate and Edith too,
you assume that it means we’re through.

Oh you darling little Venus-in-Aries, you -
you want what you want when you want it
and when it is spelled out in the first instance
that you so will not get anywhere near it
you jump on in with both fins anyway!

Anyway…
I do want you to stay in my life
yet I do not want to take any wife &
if that creates too much genuine strife
then I cut this fishing cord of intimacy
back you can swim into the pond, or fly
and while I will continue to fish nearby,
I bet some other fool will catch you and try
to keep you, the way you prefer to be kept.

Just remember that when you’re swimming there
around in his mortal brain
that you will likely maintain
is so wonderfully brilliant,
that you will not truly
honestly definitely really think
that you won’t get tossed back
deep into the drink
yet again,
gentle friend.

For if you get to be
too clever by half
as I’ve come to know you
trust me, he’ll throw you
and row away, as fast as
sixty short seconds in
Staten or Manhattan.

The most you can “hope” for
is actually to stop hoping,
feeling like you want to hurl
and all the useless moping.
For hope has a little secret, indeed -
yes, all hope contains a little seed
of doubt. And that doubt can grow
into a larger and more general fear.
It’s true - dare not disbelieve it.
If you hope, then, secretly, or not so,
you do not trust in the Universe
to provide that which you need
at any specific time or moment.

Your life is not yours, randy minx,
and even if you think this wack poem
of mine is mean or some kind of jinx,
well, it’s more of a corrective tool,
a preparatory and finishing school
for your lovesick, headstrong Arian
Venus, with her little webbed toes
on the mark, waiting to sprint ahead.

You came here to get that which you need
and you will get none of it
unless and until
(with me still?)
the Time is Right
for you to have it.

Oh, you prolly think you’re different
and all that. Quite certainly, yes, yet
you are not the first,
nor will you be the last
to have that attitude.

And even if my wack poem is crude
or rude, or the saltiest, fishiest food
or not…don’t let my s-words fool you.

The message to you here is
to remain ever clear, and without fear
that you will have exactly what you need
precisely when you need it. Nothing more
& certainly nothing less.

I do admit, I think you are quite swell
I have told you as much, and even if I think
or pretend to think that you’re out of touch
or if you pretend or think that I am such,
I still think you are rather sweet and fine
and I love to sip and guzzle your wine
it is most tasty and most sublime,
time after time after time after time.

Yet perhaps you’re ready for the undissuadable likes
of a man, one like me. And even if we don’t share
another kiss, or car ride, movie, meal, or drink,
I will always think that you are groovy
And beyond that, huggable and lovable;
I shall endeavor to love you, I will,
if you swallow my love as the
bittersweet pill
that it may be.

Or maybe not
for I know not
whether or not
you’ve been taught
or want to be taught
the lessons that our coupling
will teach teachable, reachable
beseechable you.
All I know is that I am your lesson now
at this time and moment in your life
and a lesson truly well learned
in my humble opinion, of course,
is better than any husband or wife.

I guess what I meant to say
at the coffee shop yesterday
was that I can only really be two things
to and for you: a teacher and a student.
& while it might not be wise or prudent
in your mind to stay with me
and risk the aches and pains that
a love like ours can surely bring,
for sure, I can tell you one thing:

I want to be taught all sorts of lessons
from all sorts of teachers
and I want to be all sorts of teachers
to all sorts of students.
So when the bell rings
and it’s time for
Kate or Edith’s class
or it’s time for Kate or Edith
to be schooled and be attending
the class of the Virgo King,
there is a seat for them in the classroom,
in fact, they can sit in the front row.

I mean, after all, you had that seat once.
You didn’t sit in the corner like a dunce.
You held forth with your majical teaching wand
singing to me your most musical teaching song
and I tell you that I listened and listened,
and darling, I’m listening still.

Yet sometimes it just happens
that student and teacher intertwine
physically, in this very lifetime.
What I meant to say is: any such
intimacy will be honored
by the likes of ol’ me
in each classroom
in each period
each day and evening
of each semester
if and when
need be.

You see, it’s the only way we truly graduate
at the top of our class; the soul’s journey
is not a little pond where one fish swims
among others, or where there are other
fish in the sea. They got it all wrong.
And it’s always up to the poet
to set it all right.

So keep learning, or beg for the bathroom pass,
sneak out and meet your friends behind the gym
after class, jump back into your pond and away
you can swim, erratically, from the wine or the dope.
You certainly won’t be the first to chase her firm hope
and think she is so smart for fleeing and escaping
a crotchety old professor who demands too much,
whose class she cannot stand, whose homework she won’t do.
Yet, Miss Mermaid, you would unfortunately be
in the strong yet unfortunate majority
of typical Pisces females
who pop up the sails
and high-tail that tail
back to the safe reef.

Just don’t grab my bait again, for
it might be floating near you, or…
oh, it’s not to bait or abate you,
sway you, play you, or even fillet you.
It’s just that I’m casting for the nibble of one
who will join me in eternal dance class -
it’s my favorite class, you know;
for only when you stay and stay
can you grow and grow,
you can face your fears
& your Arian Venus ego,
seeing at last that distant
ray of love shine through
over a moonlit lagoon
having all you need
and nothing more
since anything more
will be too much &
more than any one
Earthling or Nereid
can truly deserve.

Only you will know
when you’ve learned
and taught all you can
from and to someone. Yet
until you decide to go away,
I will continue to teach and learn from you,
& pay little to no attention to when or if we’ll be through
just living and loving you the best I can be, become, and do,
giving and forgiving you and myself with each brand new day,
teaching and learning each other & ourselves each brand new way -
scripting this ultimate and finally final Virgo-Pisces-opposition play.





A poem on Pisces Girl/Virgo Boy, titled Water/Earth by Kira…

Tired of reaching out
I’ve put my hands
Back to my sides
I’m in disguise
Close your eyes
I’d rather not
Be seen right now
I’d rather float about
In a misty sea cloud
Merging
With the dirt and dust
To form a pliable
Clay or mud
And with it create
A sacred space
Where I can be free
To love and play
Without debate
To how much time
I take to stay





Four poems on Pisces Girl/Virgo Boy, by Elev8...

The Virgoan DJ and the
Week of Dancers and Dreamers

The universe is deep
layers
upon layers
upon layers,
differences seep.

Sameness seeks Sameness
Is that what I seek?

I have conquered and fought opposite,
seen what I am not and am.
All in one, rolled lavish
sensual savageness
animal love beauty sweet.

You spin my beat
make me dizzy, reckless
free yet tied
swimming up/down stream.

Earth is blue brown green
my love...I am ocean/stream
you contain me, yet
suck my wet
to live
rained fresh.

Stability ground earth
mountain strong
strict movement
clockward flow
turning
spinning the bass
web weave me.

In taunt inflexible
immutable tired times
I now teach dogs to bark backwards
silent
try to see the same
learn the difference
accept.

Sometimes I get slyly separated from self
lost in verbal daydreams
picturesque orbits
pictures past present future
merge
converge in time/space continuum.

And I compare
times past on timeful tasks
yearning and learning
the burning need
to burst out and dance free.

As your music slips soundly
into the deep cavernous covenal
caves of my being
pulling pressing pleasing
my soul to move
smooth to your groove
effortless...I dream.

Oh please
just continue breathing
me in daily
wrapped warm in your soul seeking
deep beating
music
bass loud licks my light and
I move to your tune
content
always.





From a Pisces to a Virgo

You are my love
everlasting
my dream
consistently flashing

Deep in my soul...
you planted seeds of inspiration
abysmal admiration
devoted adoration
together this congregation
of two souls
building future bridges
of understanding
of soul lessons

Today...
I hold tight against these hot angry desert winds…
I stand firm
supportive
I am your strongest beam…
and as I watch you pull away…
I bundle myself against
the feared cold of loneliness
and I pray
that you do not stray
from my light
Please...don't leave your water
let me speak to your soul
in words I know it will understand

Let me kiss your most infected life wounds with my compassion

Let me heal you with the light of my love

I want to awaken the spirit yearning to shine within you
I stay because I see your beauty…because it overwhelms me.
I remain because my love is true
and necessary to you.

I am your angel as you are mine.

Balance is the key to order
without it the earth tilts
in all my blissful chaos
I bring water to nourish your earth
I bring the emotion to balance your intellectuality
as you bring your stability
you are my strength
my dream and my reality
I love being caught...twisted in your net.
so I ask you one last time...
please don't ever throw me back
into those dark shallow waters.





Spark

I want to feel your groove move
intertwined with mine
elation of relation...

Tingles tickle down to toes as dizziness claims my brain
intellectual intoxication sensation...
elation

I am rocketed by bolts of energy
electricity sporadic, ecstatic
addictive

Your beat intertwines with mine and I rewind
to experience the pleasure again in solitude later on.

Inspiration apparent…
adoration phenomenon and I buzz on
lost within the deep music of soul reflection.
Yearning for mixed chakras and blended auras...
one movement moving
one breath breathing
one vibe flowing
Universal
I want to taste your sweetness...
kiss your words
lead you to the center of my infatuation.

Overwhelmed with thoughts -
confusion escapes from the light of your presence.

Step into the vibe of my tribe
experience the beat of my drum.

Presence is intense...
even in this massive distance…
you bring visions and harmony.

You blow Spirit into dusty corners…
make parts quiver, once so still.
My breath quickens as the simplest words
fall from your succulent lips...
and I swell with excited frustration...
yet continue to have no expectation...
except for the continued thrill of your stimulation
which is two-sided...never divided…

Our interaction excites, delights, ignites
my desires at least.

My Mars moves smoothly through your important planets...
as my fingers long to draw pictures of desire on your beautiful canvas.

I can't describe it…
no longer capable to deny it.

Feeling felt good should not be feared…
Divine interaction occurs…
my vision blurs
I try to compose my emotions…
but they flow deep like an ocean.

Dark mysterious
Spontaneously…
you came to me…
daily you charmed me
daily disarmed me
of my negative barriers
introduced me to me...through you.

Impact everlasting

impression regardless of future progression or regression...
YOU brought the lesson...YOU started the session..

You stroked my keys and patted my drum…

spoke spiritual lyrics

I heal you as you heal me…
through affection...
attention

Infectious laughter splatters throughout my day..
and I realize how long I went without laughing…
and still I wonder

what is your true blessed message?





Constant Fluctuation

I am like a wave
back and forth fluctuation
frustrations swell then subside
as I ride my emotional tides.

Dizzy seasick motion
the motions of even going through the emotions
sicken the deepest part of me
leaving me wanting to flee
and find my own personal solidity.

I sat so long on land
a blurred bore of solitude within dysfunctional partnership
I ate the sand and
became the mud
helped build tide pools of love
til it all dried up...
and the earth cracked
and the water again sprang forth with pressure
of antagonistic proportions.

At first a mere drip I tasted on my tongue
so dried out
from verbal drought
then I was blown here and about
by the force of my lost dreams
my lost feet...I finally came to see
see…you have been carrying me…
shielding me in the shadows of your commands
and yet not one demand slipped forth of these lips.

Our love began to deconstruct
landslide of love - elements garbled
I watched it all in a strange sort of comfort
even as you clawed at me for compassion
I cannot rationalize giving you
what I have not given to me.

Willpower was up for grabs
and I finally took the reins
and watched the rains of neglect
rain down on this pretend parade.
You never really seemed happy
with my sappy water soul
all the harsh words finally took their toll,
a toll I refused again and again to pay -

because why should love come encased in anger
ever other day?





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