Red rose cheeks
As the night approaches.
The moon prepares the stellar
Table for the feast as her lover
Sun retires after his
long day's work.
And high into the night
Her glow
Watches his keep
With anticipation.
The hours are infinite
As the world turns
Below.
Her patience spins around
The globe.
she gathers
Lovers souls to
Be immortalized
In eternity
Place them in the sky
Like diamond rings.
She knows how it
Feels to love,
But,
Be so far, so far
out of
Reach.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 9:21 PM UTC
when I view the sky
a puffy cloud a blue
so nice I see
your smile
in the sun in the middle
of the day or the moon
at the middle of night
I notice your
silhouette
when I contemplate the heavens
peace I feel your arms around me
when I smile I feel your love
and holiness
I am all
I will ever be
because
of you.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
Beauty
comes
at
Midnight
as
hopes
and
dreams
take
flight
peaceful
feelings
of
safety
and
love
guild
through
morning
light.......
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
then there was
all the life sounds the babbling
brooks
winds in tall
trees on the
mountaintops
calms of the
puffiest white clouds draping
my head
roars of wildness in the
distance proclaiming
our freedom
a softness in the air
her pretty voice
saying Hi There
nature is just that surprising
so out of nowhere
comes surprising
vistas of horizons fair eyed
wild animals close
trouts jumping
to say I am here
and natures'
most beautiful creature
woman
saying out of her upturned mouth
I love
you.
Surpasses all of our
human systems
rewards.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
Would you please
Stay awhile with me
Unleash the shadows
Let the darkness free
Ride the waves
In creative bliss
Don't lose hope
Life is a risk
Release your glands
In chemical reactions
Nurtured in nature's
Raw naked passions
Thunder bolts
In the power of pens
Let it all out
And let us all in
Please stay
All of you, my friends!
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
deftly I wrang them
my own two hands to best an adversary
I fought for years that was way bigger
more strategic then me but,
had one weakness, it was inside me,
and so I put those hands together
and crafted wisely a way to wring out ***** laundry,
twist the bad's arm
snap the chicken's neck, yes,
it does flop around a bit refusing to die,
in death throes it jumps to the fence down it around headless, no sense in that, but,
things,
even addictions refuse to die.
The poverty of a country existence
helped. Unless I wanted to sling **** there was really little work.
And the economic driver here is corn fields and **** heads the rich farmers have grown.
I don't get into staying awake walking up and down the street for weeks looking like death with his baggy eyes sans the scythe.
Hearing machine gun fire in my ears.
I used myself to get high. My hidden weaknesses. A hit of crack and a beer some ***** had me hiding from it.
I got away. Now with these hands, I am going to make a life for someone I want to spend the rest of my life loving.
I will with these hands build us a castle a small piece of paradise.
Our own heaven on earth.
And there, I will, with these hands hold and protect her and love her forever. In our small castle, that with these two hands, built.
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC
The cloth bazaar was quietly breathing rest.
I was scanning rows of hangers for summer shorts
picking up here and there
dresses without skeletons
smiling in the revelation
why skeletons don't need shorts.
I found a poem in one of those hangers
**** with no words
begging me to drape it with some
enough to make it one summer shorts.
Something welled up in my eyes
bare as the poem and as true
and thinking of it
I bought summer shorts
not one but two.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
.
I know this place,
light stone avenues,
fig, pear, apricot and apple,
trees that line in rows,
cut paving with neat gutters
**** white granite buildings,
as ferns and creepers
cascade from roof gardens,
the green shining vivid
in appreciation of being alive.
And I connect across the aeons,
this place was my home,
from centuries long passed,
yet reaching out to be found.
The avenues mimic my mind,
long straight and narrow,
broad and winding,
leading to sedate squares
to sit and feel the sun,
to bathe in beautiful isolation.
And the trees sway
casually in a breeze so soft,
it caresses the branches,
enough to tickle the leaves
and cool the ripening fruit.
Here, the forest erupts,
circles around this sanctuary,
forming a natural hedge
to this garden of tranquility,
this oasis in the maelstrom,
this home in my heart.
Flowers of honeysuckle,
jasmine, of clovers and lily,
adorn walls and buildings,
bright in contrast
to the shadows of the trees,
bloom with the intensity of colour,
riotous in hue and arrangement,
yet, ordered to Nature's Law.
Paradise wrapped in image,
slicing through time and space,
my place a thousand years ago,
my place to claim forever,
and the wind carries me home,
I know this place,
because it lives inside of me,
because I made it.
© Pagan Paul (06/06/18)
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
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Stars gather in a twinkly show
moon ascending in the dark sky,
drowsy souls falling asleep
in the still of night passing by.
*Drifting,
floating,
peaceful dreams*
in gentle flows of height, and depth,
myriad auroras of colors dance
a soft melody, on whispered breath.
Lingering just a moment or two
as the world of dreams take hold,
putting tired souls at ease
in a soothing light of mosaic gold.
*Drifting,
floating,
in songs of night*
magical melodies fill the air,
floating upon a gentle breeze
tranquil moments, and answered prayers.
Stars gather in a twinkly show
moon ascending in the dark sky,
drowsy souls falling asleep
in the still of night passing by.
~
☆”˜˜”°•.¸☆ ★ ☆¸.•°”˜˜”°•.¸☆
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC