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 Jan 2018 A Alexander
Pagan Paul
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When you pinned the daisy to my lapel
you said 'that is where the fairies dwell',
and this special gift from you to me
was because you loved me beautifully.



© Pagan Paul (03/01/18)
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She sings day and night
Instead of praying she questions God.
She cries day and night
Instead of seeking for help,
She opens up for others.
She listen to their problems.
And in her mind..."If only you knew that my problem is worse than yours"
But she never walks away.
She always has a smile,
She always keeps a calm voice while saying
"Don't worry everything with be alright"
She sits at night starring at the stars.
She hopes to hear answers,
Over her roof she counts sheep,
The first always pretty.
The fifth singing so fine.
But the more she counts,
The louder the painful screams in her head.
She sits in the crowd wondering,
If anybody relates to her,
Or maybe sees the pain in her.
She sit all year hoping,
But in all that her hopes have been slowly fading.
If only you knew her rough patched
Am sure you would judge her less.
 Jan 2018 A Alexander
Star BG
I Am
 Jan 2018 A Alexander
Star BG
I am a trustee of my soul,
in a vessel guarded
by the activity of cells.

My responsibility,
to find my heart.
Live in my heart
And speak from heart.

My quest to find
the golden voice within.
The being of light
in-order to align with gifts.
To march on fields
of sacred Mother Gia.

I am an emissary
from a planet far away.
Here to usher in
the new times as
Humanitie awakens
to intergrate love
into all aspects of life on earth.
 Dec 2017 A Alexander
maria
I Wish
 Dec 2017 A Alexander
maria
I wish I could turn back time,
Don't most of us do?
To repeat the moments,
I have treasured with you.

I wish I could restart the year,
And then let our meetings be longer,
Time sluggishly moving for us,
As we slowly turn into friends.

I wish I could erase some moments,
So I could do more with positivity,
To embrace our happy memories
And delete all the miseries.

I wish I could rewrite the stars,
To the days that I completely adore,
To the times with you that I cherish,
I wish you knew how much I like you.
 Dec 2017 A Alexander
Jon Sawyer
Poetry is for those who write it,
not for those who read it.
28 December 2017 - How I feel about poetry.

Short edit: I've invoked a bit of controversy over this poem, and that is a good thing in the grand scheme of things. I just wanted to clarify an important point, however. This poem is not intended convey that poetry is not at all for the reader. I only mean to express that the writer is in the unique position of having written the poem, but there are many readers. I tend to write poetry for myself, but I'm happy if readers share in my poetry.
 Dec 2017 A Alexander
Mike Hauser
I'd like to know...
How far we'll go
In the selling off
Of our souls

With lives at play
Everyday
How much more
Will we give away

I'd like to know...
Before I give up hope
How far down
The rabbit hole we'll go

As life's ladder
Loses it rungs
Where greed is equal
To the sum

I'd like to know...
How far we'll go
Before we reap
The seeds we've sown

From trying to do
It all on our own
Then again maybe
I don't want to know
 Dec 2017 A Alexander
Mike Hauser
Each morning I sit
On the edge of the bed
Stirring the thoughts
Inside of my head

One thing I've found
In the finding of out
If my thoughts sit too long
They tend to gel

So I start on the left
Stir to the right
Mixing up thoughts
Inside of my mind

I do what I do
Before I set the cruise
Revs my mind up
For a moment or two

On the edge of the bed
Where each morning I sit
Stirring the thoughts
Inside of my head
 Dec 2017 A Alexander
Fox Friend
The way I yearn for you
is comparable to the way
that the sun refuses to be
forgotten
even after it sinks
down
behind the mountains.
The glaring red hues
stain the sky
if just for a moment
after the sun has finished
providing light,
just as pictures of you
continue to invade my
every
thought.
The glowing strands of color
reach
and wave
and grasp out
until they tire and slip
quietly, sadly
beyond view.
I too will tire, but until then -
let my lovely sunset unravel
for you,
my darling.
 Dec 2017 A Alexander
Arati
Whether you fall in love with a poem or not
greatly depends on how you read it.
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