.
Upon the warm winds of time
glides a perfect single word,
a flick of a wing sublime,
takes flight the faraway bird.

Space leaves room for another
who's adventure now would fly,
whispers the faraway bird
'Peace to thee, farewell, goodbye'.


© Pagan Paul (19/11/19)

One of those days when it all goes right
One of those days when you've got no fight
One of those days that fits like a glove
when to everyone around you extends some love

It's nice when you have a day that is happy
and though this poem might be a bit sappy
I had one of those days on this sunny day
and I'll tell you how it got this way

I have no idea, there's no formula for it
you can't run your life by control or whit
some days things go right and some go wrong
some days you cry and some days sing a song

The happiest days are gifts from above
showered upon us by God's great love
He brings peace and blessings to those who wait
we just have to trust Him with our fate

Don't seek out those days, they will come
if you struggle and strive, you will be undone
just relax and trust, I know it seems odd
but when they come, don't forget to thank God

Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!

Hello
From the bottom
Beneath my soul
I send fair greetings
Particularly to those
Lonely hearts
Forever bleeding

This body is owned
By somebody else
The game has changed
Now I’m for sale
You can’t afford
To go without
There’s no need
To freak by yourself
This gave me chills to write
So....
Save 44% off
On my loving tonight!

No return policy
Sorry you’ll have to keep me
Promise not to cheat me
Listen to my poetry
Put up with my guitar
Treat me like a star
It matters not
Who you are
As long as you have cash
I will love your ***!

"Caw," goes the black Crow,
as he sits atop a Tree;
in the foggy air.

Shush.. quiet down!
Do you poets ever go to sleep?
I believe It's all been said
And done before
Still you had to write your piece
But you are correct
Most of us forget
If I miss a single word
I'm eaten by regret
So here in my world
It's dark outside
One last post
And I'll say goodnight
Goodnight!

Who is this woman
Not sure I ever knew
What were those reasons
I was dragged into

What was I looking for
What did I need
Everyone is broken
Broken like me

I represent myself only
A simple thought
And I can
Recall lonely...

In the reflection of the ocean, rolling in at my front door
The wind does blow...in from the South of that Im sure
In the midst of winters white, a poets blood does run thin
Dreams are not meant to break, but blossom from within
Who am I to say such things, for I am shackled too
Once the words start to escape...there is nothing either of us can do
Prisoners who know no cage, just slaves to the verse
Passion filled lonely souls...victims of the poets curse