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You Are My Solar System

23 April, 2018: You Are My Solar System


by Azriel Johnson

You Are My Solar System

My soul insistence
Your eyes are moons
Your limbs are trajectories
of planetary fingers and toes
Your head is the universal connection
with hair tendrils stretching
light years
Your openings are black holes
transforming chemicals
with organic fusion, intense
pressure and bending the space­
time continuum to process
drawing nutrients and spiritual energy
Your heart pushes the energy through
I watch you orbit, you rotate
on an axis of love and you turn
my life into something revolutionary

“You Are My Solar System” by Azriel Johnson, from 2016 Hessler Street Fair Poetry Anthology. Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016. Used by permission of the author.
Azriel Johnson is: an ink spatter analyst by day and a serial writer by night; the director of Writing Knights Press (on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram); the author of Poemaholic (The Poet’s Haven Press, 2015); the author of the mixed-media release Hack (Writing Knights Press, 2017); the author of the Dragon’s Bane Series of novels – Sunset Red, Rust & Blood and The Black God, with six more novels to follow (on Facebook and Twitter); an avid user of Facebook, Twitter and Instagram; and the host of “Take the Knight Off – Inspiration Showcase” in downtown Canton every second Friday of the month.


Write a clerihew, a rhymed four-line poem about a person. The rhyme scheme is AABB, and often the rhymes are ridiculous. The first line is the person’s name. Clerihews are often humorous, but the best are also true.

A Clerihew Marshall Major Taylor

Marshall Major Taylor
A true cycling trailblazer
Road with such tenacity
Showed a Race's pertinacity.
4/24/2018 6:26:31 AM

Shaquille O'Neal
Too big to be real
Slam dunk, mighty rumble
On TNT we hear him mumble
4/23/2018 8:06:22 PM

N. K. Hasen
Clerihew Alexander The Great

Alexander The Great
Went off to dominate
But in Persia came down sick
Died at thirty-two too quick
4/23/2018 10:57:59 AM

James Lawless
The free $800 cat

The feral cat lived
in the neighborhood
near my daughter
and was fed regularly
by a neighbor. He
mewed in a way
that sounded like
a peep so the kids
started calling him
Peepers. Though
the cat was
pleasant enough,
the parents were
concerned because
they already had
two cats and didn’t
need another. So,
they called around
and landed on us.
We went over,
visited and tested
him out, found him
friendly so we took
him home. Free,
right? We not exactly.
We took him to the
vet who said he
seemed to have been
on the street several
years and while
he survived well,
his teeth didn’t
look good. Further
examination, showed
he needed serious
work, $800 worth.
We gulped and paid
it. He settled in
with a revised name.
We thought Peepers
was a whoosy name
for an 18-pound
pussy, we shortened
it to Doctor and then
just Doc. He found
the little box, ate
well and slept
with Ces. These
days he has fallen
in love with my
humidifier, sleeping
with it for half
the night. Then,
he had more ($700)
dental work. Not
a bad deal for
a free cat. Eh?

Jim Lawless
April 18, 2018
4/23/2018 10:18:41 AM

READ + WRITE: 30 Days of Poetry is a collaboration between Cuyahoga County Public Library and poet Diane Kendig. Our thanks go to Diane and the poets of Northeast Ohio who allowed us to share their poetry.