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 Feb 2020 Gabriel burnS
Eternity
is it a dream
or a nightmare...

seeing your face
in my reverie...
Honestly, what is it to be having it... suddenly ?
You can raise your voice
As loudly as you please
I will only let my silence speak
My silence is louder than your noise
I plan to see you today
I plan to bury you, my friend
A better version of an old poem I named “Tuesday”. Never published.
 Feb 2020 Gabriel burnS
Max
Her words pour like gasoline

And my fist impacts the brick wall in the moonlight
Bone shards splinter like firework sparks
Sets her words alight, they stick to me

My life is approaching its ******

A Gunpowder Crescendo
It's alright living with my dog,
He's eager;
How he goes after things.
But I am patient.
I watch.
I don't scold when he gets too silly, or wayward.
Or praise him when he's a clever boy.
Whether he licks or bites is indifferent to me,
And he does both.
At best, he's at rest,
And then I stroke his tangled pelt.
For he's a teacher, too.
So in his restlessness,
I don't forget who is master and who dog.
And when
At last,
He's gone,
Another stray will soon enough appear.
Mind metaphor.
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She appears in the dawn mists of Autumn,
in yellows and gold, in reds and in browns,
painting shades and hues, Nature's decorum,
blushing the trees in her fine harvest gowns.

Dispensing her bounty for all to reap,
walking so confident through woodland scenes,
she prepares the trees for their Winter sleep
with distant thought of leaves and shoots new green.

Come Spring she wears riotous colour dress
in purple and mauve, a spectrum of blues,
showing reds and yellows, pinks to impress,
attracting the eyes to see as they choose.

In summer she arrives in hazy days
basking in new warmth, eager to be shown,
naked to the Sun, exposed to its rays,
Nature's beautiful daughter now full grown.



© Pagan Paul (09/02/20)
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Lord of Green Series - Poem 17
Finally a new Lord of Green poem!
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