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To celebrate the Chinese New Year of the Red Fire Rooster,

January 28th, 2017 thru’ February 16th, 2018.

 

Welcome home Chinese Fire Rooster!

For jaded Earthlings; a libidinous boost.

Feathering nests; ruling the *[hygge/koselig]* roost.

 

Louder and prouder than Leonine peacocks

Early riser, competes with your alarm clock.

 

Unruly awakener! Heralding the dawn chorus.

Provoking Chicagoan Bulls’ horns. Awakening languid Taurus.

 

Electrifies quirky, egg-centric Aquarians

Breathing new life into cynical humanitarians.

 

’cause Rooster’s worst nightmare? Hemmed in the coop!

Seasoned as a Sunday roast OR soul-less chicken soup.

 

Oriental protector: geek chicks; organic free-range hens.

Fired-up! Roaming Sagittarian fields, every now and again.

 

[Breaking news…]

Gonna be a year of w.t.f. What the Dickens?

Queen Bey giving birth to twin chickens!! […ends]

 

Chinese Fire Rooster:

Cocksure and raucous just like the Rolling Stones

Wants your total mind-body; caramelised love bones.

 

Wears pinstriped corsets, revealing hipster jeans

Fancies Joan Jett ‘gainst the jukebox, by any means…

 

Swaggers and struts; Harlem reshuffles.

Pecks and preens; dress-shirt ruffles.

 

Walks the walk and talks the “squawk”

Cock-a-hoop protester at the #women’s march

From downtown Sydney to upstate New York.

 

Red Indian headgear amok the Aries warpath

“Doesn’t count chickens” until the aftermath

 

Of Mercury, Venusian, Jupiter-Libran retrogrades

Severely testing relationships. Neptunian escapades.

 

For what strangest feet? Clawing Virgoan Earth.

“Rooster Booster” marking territory; marking turf [$]

 

Don’t leave Rooster headless in the heat of the night

Flapping ruffled feathers. Morning glory not pretty sight!

 

Hands off rustlers! Curated eggs aflame

Or be shot down just like Jesse James.

 

(c) Myke Kofi 2017

Inspired by http://www.astrostyle.com/chinese-new-year/rooster

 

References:

*[hygge/koselig]* Danish/Swedish for “coziness” featured in the London Times.

Monday 30th November 2015. Times 2 supplement pp.2-3

[$] Rooster Booster was a British thoroughbred racehorse [Apr 1,1994-Dec 20, 2005].

 

 

 

 

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Saturn retrograde Scorpio *Inspired by the Astro Twins*

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“Knock, knock. Boom! I am a seven ton elephant in your room.

Knock,knock. Ka-boom! I’m the shady-gray dark side of the moon.

I am the lead weight on both your shoulders!!

Feeling my responsibilities? Perched like rocky boulders.

I am the dust one day we’ll shall return; I am the fiercest furnace testing your max-temperature burn.

Arise like the phoenix, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Shattering illusions so no one you’ll easily trust.

Brandishing you with intensity and the fiercest heat; ironing out knotty-kinks from your head to your feet.

Seven yearly audits of your life I shall scrutinize; dredging-up secretive secrets, vimeo-sexed-up lies.

So this is it! It is now or never! Sink or swim! Publish or perish!

My transit is NOT a time you’ll relish.

Just f***ing do it, my way or the highway! Do or die! No time to hue and cry

becuase you’ll be weeping, wailing, screaming, shrieking, mourning;

Say hello, wave goodbye before the break of dawning.

Forget the tantric orgies and spiced-up “Saturnalia”;

Dressed-up to undress your finery (ahem) S & M regalia.

Oh-kaaay! I’ll be there wearing the most somber toga;

and hell no! I def won’t be joining you for laughter yoga [seriously, no]!

Get used instead to my harsh reality; might as well plan ahead with the Astro Twins astrology.

You see I’m not like Jupiter’s excessive jollility; as I stated before, I don’t do frivolity!

I’m not like Neptune’s nebulous boundaries; I feel more at home in a rock-solid foundry.

Plunging into your watery deepest deep; Play no games with me – not even hide and seek.

Ugh! Things I hate: Child abuse! Trafficking peeps! Slavery! Prostitution!

I’ll be seeking redress and full-effect restorative retribution!

Ready or not? Won’t you answer my call of duty?

I’ll shadow your every move when you call THAT booty!

Sober-up! Hunker-down! No time to waste uptown or downtown.

Won’t you obey my obligations? Succumb no more to seductive worldly temptations!

Sometimes, when you’re just about to win;

Know this: I’ve got YOU right under my skin!

When I’m finally done, you’ll never be the same;

be in no doubt, there’ll be no-one else to blame.

Truth be known: I’m really your best friend;

you’ll be my disciple by the bitter end [seriously, yes]!

Truth be known: I’m restructuring your back-bone;

But tell me this: you’re not facebook friends with Al Capone?

So hold my hands tight; ready for some drama?

Deal or no deal? Then face-up to your karma”.

(c) Myke Kofi 2015 *Astrostyle poet laureate 2015*

www.astrostyle.com

@Myko Yeboh

Saturn-retrograde-Scorpio 2015.