Quatrain 3

Posted on February 29, 2012

Quatrain 3

 

A revocation of a privilege

Brings into question the aspect of why

The answer is not so simple to see

Unless you had advance knowledge of it

 

Always there is a recipe for things

A little of this just a bit of that

It might need to simmer over the heat

Before the mixture is ready to drink

 

The scene was like a foul amusement park

You would walk in your group looking at rides

But what you noticed were hostile faces

Look for the exit the way you came in

 

Long are the days that stretch us to the brink

Endlessly working to try to keep up

A foundation supports until it is done

What remains will be the solid pillars

Quatrain 2

Posted on February 21, 2012

Quatrain 2

 

Intelligence to talk less, listen more

Because what there is to say needs saying.

Swift winged feet brings with it good messages

Do not expect bad omens that are false.

 

In a leather satchel is a secret.

Engraved upon it, the word ‘perception.

Is it a guess, or do you create it

How well can you manifest perfection?

 

A small far islands’ sands are rocks and bones

Rough waves chaotically pounce on the shore.

Guided by fate, past the straight of El Grex

Our little boat glides to calmer waters.

 

Lying down man, ask him what, barks out lies

Sitting down man, trust him not, he is weak.

The upright one gains a large following

As long as he stays ahead of the game.

Quatrain 1

Posted on February 14, 2012

Quatrain 1

 

He said he was spinning the wheel himself

Never always knowing just what comes up

Sometimes frequently he can see strong signs

Altogether it is basic and rote.

 

A long time passes yet we do not talk

Days stretch to weeks, a face remains unseen

Perhaps the silence improves our friendship

What was once a stream is now a river.

 

Mademoiselle, why do you cry today

Unending tears cascading constantly

Weeping for your soul, and wishing it whole

All the while ignoring what you have now?

 

I am setting down a fine tablecloth

Silver forks and spoons, crystal goblets fair.

Here is your wine and roasted hens with rice

For desert my love, it is all of me.

 

 

2-12-12

Posted on February 12, 2012

Dear Reader,

After an absence of prediction-making, I have been inspired once again to create.  In the past, predictions came by way of the ephemerides or the count.  Each method was a bit different in its method of gaining perspective…the ephemerides were created by viewing the planets’ aspects, a most traditional and reliable means of prediction.  The count was created by using an ancient method of understanding the natural life rythem, where life seems to fit some sort of harmonic pulse; numbers were involved, in that a 13-day period can be said to have a certain ’flair’ to it, with each individual day expressing this flair in a slightly different mode.

Last november, when the count was completed, even though it was done, I knew I wasnt done making predictions and providing inspiration.  The count is a story, with a beginning, middle, and end ("There is a constant strive to persevere" and "…it is enough."–  from 1 Malinalli 3-24-2009 and 13 Quiahuitl 12-6-2011, respectively)

My new article will be tittled, "Quatrain", named after the four lines each inspiration will come out as.  Perhaps it is my choice, or maybe the choice of another, that prompts me to do this thing.  This style is not new, and I will not take any credit for inventing it.  From China, Arabia, Persia, France and England, this four line poetry is a classic, and one that I will enjoy.  I hope you will to.

Always,

Jinn