Ricki

Feb 2018

Pagan Paul

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For some it is a poetic crime
to ever use an imperfect rhyme.
As the Emperor of enunciation
I embrace differing pronunciation.
So chain not words up in a prison
let them go with their own rhythm.
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© Pagan Paul (Sept 2015)

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Old poem I found in a notebook, previously unpublished.
I think I wrote it for another site where there were
a lot of snobbish 'academic' poets.
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#poetry #poem #bigotry #rhyme

Ricki Feb 2018

Hands

You’re really rather tall.
I don’t care for that much,
not really at all.
I know little about you,
though you act like a pig.
You’re kind of a *****.
Your hands are big.
They’re the size of my face.
Too bad you’re a ****
‘cause your nails are short and my ******* are lace

This isn’t about anyone in particular, I just thought of the rhyme and found it kind of funny

Feb 2018

Lavendar My Love

Untitled

Sometimes I write just to write

other times I can't sit still,

my body becomes shaky,

and against my very own will,

I write down my most personal thoughts,

and figures,

and illustrate my fears,

and suddenly it triggers

a waterfall of bottled up tears.

Feb 2018

Lavendar My Love

on my sister

my entitled little missy,

though so happy and so free,

my silly, little *****:

your love means so much to me.

Feb 2018

Lavendar My Love

Why

The nosy surroundings in which I live in

trigger every aspect of my anxiety.

"Why,"

I hear

"WHY"

because I have no control over emotions, that's why.