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Oh to live in the pulse of the sun and feel blessed  
and smell the sweet scent of a flower's in-chide  
to inhale all the power of summer's attest  
and exhale it towards God's ambrosial tide

To bathe in the peace of the stars during night
and flow with the light of the dawn like a kite;
To course through the heavens and never lose sight,
one must sound out the trumpet of summer's respite;

To dream by the oak and awake by the sea
when August has ripened and turned Jubilee
you must enter dominion of summer's delight
and live in the rapture of candescent light

Oh to live and to love one must first learn to kiss,  
the kinetics of summer, with eternal bliss.
𝐼𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘“π‘Žπ‘π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠,
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘šπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘œπ‘€
𝐼𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘“π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘™π‘ ...
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑠 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘šπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘œπ‘€...
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘€π‘  π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘šπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘œπ‘€...
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’ 𝑖𝑛 π‘šπ‘¦ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘ ;
𝐼𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘œπ‘€,
𝐼𝑛 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘€π‘ ,
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘  π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘›π‘–π‘›π‘”...
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘  π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘›π‘–π‘›π‘”...
π΅π‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘“π‘™π‘–π‘’π‘  π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘›π‘–π‘›π‘”...
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘€ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘
π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘–π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€,
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 π‘œπ‘“ π‘€π‘–π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘β„Žπ‘’π‘  π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘π‘–π‘ π‘π‘’π‘  π‘“π‘™π‘œπ‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ ...
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘π‘–π‘›π‘˜ 𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑠
π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘–π‘π‘–π‘ π‘π‘’π‘  π‘“π‘™π‘œπ‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ ,
π΅π‘™π‘œπ‘œπ‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘” 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘£π‘Žπ‘ π‘’;
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘“π‘™π‘¦ 𝑖𝑠 π‘Žπ‘™π‘ π‘œ π‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›π‘Žπ‘™...
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘’π‘π‘‘β„Ž π‘œπ‘“ π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘ 𝑖𝑛 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠,
π‘…π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘π‘’π‘‘ 𝑖𝑛 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘;
πΊπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘›...
πΊπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘›...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’...
𝐼𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘œπ‘›π‘” π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠,
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘™π‘Žπ‘’π‘”β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘”;
π‘Œπ‘’π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€...
π‘Œπ‘’π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’...
𝐼𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘“π‘™π‘’π‘π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑠𝑒𝑛'𝑠 π‘ π‘œπ‘›π‘”π‘ ,
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘£π‘’π‘  π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘€π‘ , π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘šπ‘œπ‘£π‘–π‘›π‘”;
πΊπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘›...
π‘Œπ‘’π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’...
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’ π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘π‘’,
𝑂𝑓 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘€,
𝑂𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘›π‘ ,
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘¦ π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’π‘™π‘¦ π‘‘π‘œπ‘”π‘’π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ;
π‘Šβ„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’, π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’, π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’...
π‘Šβ„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘
π‘Šβ„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘
π‘Šβ„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’...
 Jul 2023 Pagan Paul
Ken Pepiton
One more silver dollar
buy another time a chance,
it was a time, not a dream, and

now has been, after that ever since
wisdom swept over me, my reality,

yours, in the same time, our reality
on starship earth, where the ancient
spells have been found to loose oath bound,

if you read this far, I wrote this far, and loved
the company in a same yeast state, define
state in states where war is made possible,
by treaty, representational power,
aimed at the child in the old man
being given worst, worsted wool's my first
right twist to be available in culturally npc
blend, walk by, that guy 120 fps

You could always see first he was not there.
Window's open he couldaflew the coop. Dime'sup.
 Jul 2023 Pagan Paul
Maddie Lane
when i was young
and at the playground
i liked my feet to be on the ground
didn't really spend much time on the swings
&
when i did go on the swings
i made sure to swing only slightly
never pumped my legs as hard as i could
had no interest in flying

and now:
i'm grown,
and i still prefer my feet on the ground
still don't care for the swings,
or the unpredictability of your swinging moods

(i never know what will set you off)
(i say one thing one day and you laugh, and the next day you yell)
(this is a familiar pattern)
(one that i had hoped to escape)
(why)
(sometimes it feels like a nightmare i can't escape)
(am i not worthy of kindness?)
(am i not worthy of love that is secure?)

sometimes
i catch myself wishing for the sandbox
or just a nice bench
anything that doesn't swing
 Jul 2023 Pagan Paul
My Dear Poet
Except for one thing

…he’s not me
 Jul 2023 Pagan Paul
Ayesha
I am lost, and the cave is blue
All facets of it, some faded, some sure
Crystal tears flicker on the jagged
White eyes, the stones speak nothing
Merely blink as the turnings of lights
In keen grey wells of silence
My life, as a ragged brush, paints
The night to be raw and torn
Leaves the canvas blank for a moon
Throughout the sky are pinned
My letters to the world, flip-flopping
As wild wind horses hop about them
But in the day, in its darkness
I can recall nothing of the colours
The walls scuttle away from me
And the cave, though endless, shrinks
I sit down into the shape of an insect
And feel the firm embrace of lone
Of stone, I begin to feel myself of stone
I rush to the waters, they rush to me
Bleak blue turns me over, takes me
Through months, I sail its roudy mouth
Blissfully unseeing and faceless
Until the coin of the sun flips
And blackness washes everything clean
The sea still, sags to rock, entombs
Itself and me. I am lost, and the cave
Is blue
16/07/2023
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