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I am Unique + I am a Capricorn = I am a Unicorn
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paganpaulpoet@gmail.com
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All poems © Pagan Paul 2016/2017
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I am Unique + I am a Capricorn = I am a Unicorn
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paganpaulpoet@gmail.com
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All poems © Pagan Paul 2016/2017
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Pagan Paul
Pagan Paul
7 hours ago

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My mind was full of love and lust
when I spied the girl, neatly trussed.
Tied so tight to a railway track,
I realised there was no turning back.

So I ran full pelt, intent to save her,
to see her limbs and lips a'quaver,
at the thought that I might bind her
but not the way in which I'll find her.

I have no use for rope nor twine,
her hair in ribbons suits me fine.
So I dash along the platform fast,
hoping that today is not her last.

And that the train is not on time,
arriving before the end of this rhyme.
there was no real point to me panicking,
when I reached her, it was just a manikin.

So the love train rumbles slowly by,
now who's the dummy? I want to cry.
Away in the night to its next destination.
I'll wait for another train to call at my station.

© Pagan Paul (27/01/17)

Pagan Paul
Pagan Paul
1 day ago

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I love her many faces,
they swim in my dreams eternal,
tantalising, playing, and held within,
breaking the shell to find the kernel.

The source of beauty beholden there,
brings succour to an aching heart,
chanting, singing, a pretty lullaby,
straight as an arrow, swift as a dart.

A veil of Wisdom hangs loose,
showing me the way with herbs,
aromatic, evocative, a hazy swoon,
a tranquil lake, a thrown stone disturbs.

I adore her seductive curves,
they dance in my time and space,
rhythmic, erotic, and shown external,
a Wiccans kiss and a Womans grace.


© Pagan Paul (08/08/16)

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4th Lord of Green Poem.
Repost/rework.
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#love   #poetry   #woman   #wiccan  
Pagan Paul
Pagan Paul
1 day ago

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For all the lovely comments,
for all the wonderful support,
for liking my humble words,
for the comradeship of community.

Thankyou for all of this and for being there
to read and appreciate my poetry.

PPx

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Daily Poem 24/03/17 - Words Are No Longer Enough.
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Pagan Paul
Pagan Paul
3 days ago

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The truest tale of Little Miss Muffet.
On a trip to the moon soiled her gusset.
Creaming her jeans in space,
bought her such a red face,
she steadfastly refuses to discuss it.


© Pagan Paul 2017

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A little light to hold back the Dark :)
PPx
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Pagan Paul
Pagan Paul
3 days ago

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Your name burns acid on my tongue,
a visceral hydrochloric distaste,
drool, despised, forms on my lips,
grey, venomous from your serpents kiss.

Your fingernails, biting knives in my skin,
slicing open old scars to bleed anew.
The crimson trickle, like dripping honey,
drying rotten about hairs, to scab.

Your body consumes my passion,
regurgitating it thrice seven-fold.
Vomiting lust over the dining table
designed by Nature to make you gorge.

Your intentions, elusive, wild and fey,
twist-fuck my mind like knotted stars.
Secrets on the tail of a comet, lightness,
darkness, spitting from a moon girls lips.


© Pagan Paul (23/03/17)

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More from the Darkside...PPx
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#poetry   #lust   #dark   #freeform  
Pagan Paul
Pagan Paul
4 days ago

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Hello.
Is there anyone there?
Hello.......hello.
Can you hear me?
Mum?.......Dad?
Hello.
Let me out.
I want to come out.


The darkness is stalking me.
Creeping around my misery.
Touching my arm, pulling hairs.
In the cupboard under the stairs.


Hello.......hello.
Can anyone hear me?
Let me out.
Are you out there?
Please let me out.
Please.
I'm sorry.......
hello.......hello.......


© Pagan Paul (2016)

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For those who like a bit of Dark.
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Pagan Paul
Pagan Paul
5 days ago

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When the feelings run and hide
and when there is nothing left inside.
I cannot even begin to disguise
the fact that I have cemetery eyes.

An empty shell, a carcass, a husk,
autonomic movement from dawn to dusk.
I will not allow my emotions to rise
and bring back life to my cemetery eyes.

There are words I just cannot repeat,
questions and probing, an enforced retreat.
The shutters fall, there is no compromise,
nobody sees behind my cemetery eyes.


© Pagan Paul (2016)

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old poem.
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