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Because I’m a poet
I permit my mind
To mount clear
In the expression of
love , Sorrow
or
whatever it pleases
To unearth

Because I’m a poet
I tolerate my soul
To adrift  in the abyss of time
like the blowing winds
In its mercy clinging for life
like a chain

Because I’m a poet
I license my body
To have no barriers journey
No rules to follow
spreads my wings
Glide high with my imagination
For poetry is a beast of many faces

Because           You’re          a        Poet
There      is       no      need   for you
to   be   judgmental,  intimidating
or  provocative    towards   others
 for          poetry            is
all      about     living        free
    And             You          Too
Can   shine   on   your
Own
And
B
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L
  i
    k
      e
         A
                   Rose
Some will get your scribbles some will not ... maybe those who don’t get it aren’t supposed to... stop the hatred and let’s just have fun for we’re all passionate about poetry ;)
 Sep 2018 Lyn-Purcell
MicMag
Wall
 Sep 2018 Lyn-Purcell
MicMag
United  [] [] []  Meanwhile
  we boldly  [] [] []  we fortify        
   decry  [] [] []  our hearts
         the loud  [] [] []  not permitting  
    orange man  [] [] []  entry                    
   wailing for  [] [] []  to anyone         
   a wall  [] [] []  at all          

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 Sep 2018 Lyn-Purcell
mer
Your Eyes
 Sep 2018 Lyn-Purcell
mer
Your eyes aren't just brown --
They are the shade of running deer
Of sunlight on bark
Of stones under a clear creek
Of crispy autumn leaves
Of warm, sweet honey

Your eyes, they twinkle back at the stars
They light up like the sun when you smile
They look at me with kindness
Your eyes are something else.
i have found what you are like
the rain,

            (Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
                                  with thinned

newfragile yellows

                      lurch and.press

—in the woods
                      which
                              stutter
                                        and

                                              sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
                  your kiss
 Sep 2018 Lyn-Purcell
Pagan Paul
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You can see I am a stranger
but you are in no danger.

If you only took
the time to look

into my pale blue eyes
you would then realise

I Am a stranger

to myself.



© Pagan Paul (10/09/18)
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 Sep 2018 Lyn-Purcell
Semicolon
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 Sep 2018 Lyn-Purcell
Semicolon
You're more than
the blade to your wrist,
than the noose to your neck,
than the sleeping pills to your lips,
than the pen to your suicide note,
than the footsteps to the edge of your windowsill,
than the 'broken' to your 'dreams',
than the 'bruised' to your 'heart',
than the 'troubled' to your soul,
than the 'pained' to you.
You're much more than that,
I promise.
"Suicide would never end the pain, it'd just give the pain to someome else."

I love you
I care for you
I always will
I'm there for you
I will always be.

Please always try and help people out of their mess. Today, on 10th September, 2018, World Suicide Prevention Day, I promise to love every troubled soul out there. Do you?

©Semicolon
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