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 Nov 2023 Pagan Paul
Traveler
I’ll never be on board
for any war
ever, ever again!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
 Nov 2023 Pagan Paul
Traveler
It’s moving ever faster now,
this reckless refusal til the end.
Still not a single choice is offered that stand a chance to win.

How on this did we agree?
We’ve been comfortably asleep in our greed.

We were but children when the programming set,
now unconscious slaves
on to our deaths.
Traveler 🧳 Tim
Another world another time when you were mine
A sunny day a breath away when we just met
Assembled disassembled, you and I were one

Beautiful moments shared in honesty
Brave talks that opened hearts and souls
Birthing our love with intermediate breaths

Closeness happened and we found each other
Closing the curtains we opened ourselves  as
Cajoling kindred spirits , mirroring the self
 Nov 2023 Pagan Paul
Maria Mitea
Do you think you can write poetry? messing up with centuries of poetry,
be the best  AI-******* in the poetry world?

Do you think you can step on Shakespeare,& Lermontov, Rumi,
and crash the human soul?

Do you?
Cyclone stars appear in the night sky
alongside circular lights abreast an amber moon
He quietly sits by the piano  and plays
sending this heart of mine into a tailspin;
Aiming straight for my glass soul
he shatters every cruel reality and replaces it
with a soft fantasy of gold...
Pouring out a melody of love's solitary journey  
he unlocks every door and window.  
Unaware of the air that he breathes beside me,  
this longing I hold unfastens, beneath a canopy of gold  
I am suddenly shaken, re-arranged and changed forever.

Written by: Mystic Rose
 Nov 2023 Pagan Paul
Ayesha
Bitter
 Nov 2023 Pagan Paul
Ayesha
Dance me when they are all weeping
Dance me to the sound of their grief
Dance me naked, pitiful, ordinary
Polished a wood to hold the mirror
Polished a mirror to hold the world
Polished a world to hold me, O
Simple acosmist, dance me thoughtless
To the edge of your thoughts
Dip me faithful, into disbelief
Dip me, trick me, pull me back
Taste the constant revolution
Brooding in me, taste the brood too
Senseless word, tasteless art
Taste that too. Startle, stumble,
Startle me thus - O dimmed Daedalus
Craft me wings, craft me the sun too.
12/11/2023
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