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 Mar 2019 Sharon Flynn
anna
drowning
 Mar 2019 Sharon Flynn
anna
I'm driftwood in summer
enveloped in water

you're fire
on leaves

too close to death
to hear me scream,
too far from sea
to save me.
on grief
 Mar 2019 Sharon Flynn
Pagan Paul
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Midnight sees a chain
of lights,
heading into the forest
so dark.

Follow the Will-O the Wisp
at night,
walk with the lone wolf
that barks.

Take that step into the unknown, the path that leads to me,
and I'll be waiting there somewhere, deep within the trees.

So walk that long path
in peace,
follow your dream as
it winds.

Keep purpose in plain sight
to release,
love that is not left
behind.



© Pagan Paul (13/01/19)
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 Mar 2019 Sharon Flynn
Pagan Paul
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Four little lines you get,
just a sweet verse quartet,
please, take it home to pet,
a warm cuddle when you fret.





© Pagan Paul (28/02/19)
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 Mar 2019 Sharon Flynn
Pagan Paul
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And then you were there
your presence touched my dream
I recoil at the beauty of it
unfamiliar with the feeling of love,
I feel your confused hurt
and wish you would withdraw
and wish you would stay
because the emotion scares me,
somewhere, somewhere in the night.

And then you were there
your fingers brushed my skin
I recoil at the softness of it
unfamiliar with the touch of fondness.
I see your confused hurt
and wish your eyes would laugh
and wish your eyes would cry
because your heart calls to me,
somewhere, somewhere in the night.

And then you were there
and then you were not,
and I yearn to find you,
somewhere, somewhere in the night.




© Pagan Paul (19/03/19)
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 Mar 2019 Sharon Flynn
grim-raven
faultless picture of a girl
behind a flower as she twirls
strands of hair fall on her cheeks
she sees me staring as time ticks

as the light from the sky gleams
her beauty of inside also beams
how come there is an odd connection
from faultless girl of perfection
Jordy does her yoga
Greets me smiling
Taking flight
Legs and arms akimbo
Picks the music
That she'd like
Yes she can be picky
She’s a Princess
No disguise
Keeps her posse jumping
When she flashes
Big brown eyes
Jordy, little sister
Halfway woman
Halfway child
Can be temperamental
Has a hissy
When she’s riled
She likes watching Ninjas
Leaping so high
Just like them
She has us all beguiled
Jordy Nicole
Never mild
She saw Ziggy Marley
At Sunfest
What a mob
Yet she prefers his father
The first Marley
She loves Bob
In honor of Jordy's 18th birthday, after doing yoga w me for many years to help w her cerebral palsy.
 Mar 2019 Sharon Flynn
Pagan Paul
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On the old porch outside her room
she sits a'spinning on her loom,
weaving memories of times long gone,
gently singing a Native song.
Of rivers running on the plains
swollen from the mountain rains,
of the deserts endless sands,
and of toil with calloused hands.
She sang of buffalo and of bear,
of a paradise for all to share,
she also sang of the forests deep
and of where wolves go to sleep.
Her song dies away like a friend
when her spinning is at its end.
The Great Mother retires in silent gloom
and snuffs out the candles in her room.
Thus stilling the night of a Woman's Moon.



© Pagan Paul (28/01/19)
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“You know someone loves you when,
A person does something to you of importance,
Yet they do it anyway because it’s important to you,
A person always there for you at the end of the day,

Someone to talk to you at the end of your day,
One that listens to every word you say and more,
One that no matter what your choices may be,
One would prefer to stay with you anyway,

One you can call at any hour of day or night,
One that dries your tears and kisses your tears away,
A person that would is always be by your side,
Who knows you and what you want without asking,

You see a breeze push the hair on her shoulders,
As she stares in an inferno of Intoxicating beauty,
That’s the person that loves you more than life itself,
With someone like that never ever let them go,

Beyond the soft duvet austere under her skin
She then soothes you with her sweet voice,
I will always be YOURS”
By Andrew Guzaldo 10/01/2018    #Poem #127
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