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 Nov 2017 H A Vitatoe
Pagan Paul
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Soothing winds from the north
spread neatly across the world.
Bringing chills and ice and quiet,
hailing the arrival of the Winter Girl.

Her sire, Jack Frost, so proud.
Her mother, the Moon, is waiting.
Her silver white hair grows wild,
a testament to their Spring mating.

Her eyes sparkle and smile,
orbs riding on a golden tide.
Her head bows with mute consent
like a first time blushing bride.

And her entrance is most stately,
announced with a carpet of snow.
The Winter Girl is birthed anew
as northern winds begin to blow.



© Pagan Paul (2015/16/17)
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Old poem previously unpublished
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 Nov 2017 H A Vitatoe
Star BG
I am an angel cloud,
whispering a story
to the passing wind.

It hugs and tickles
spinning self as sun shines.
Wind tweaks gently
shaping into
  forms to match tale.

Configurations display grandly,
as I swirl about
in tones of blue
to share a story to the sky
as birds and sun take witness.
Inspired by Stier - Thank You
 Nov 2017 H A Vitatoe
Star BG
There is nothing in the way,
when self aligns with light.
With the greatness of soul's song.

There is nothing in the way,
when one stands in human form
awake to all they are as divine.

There is nothing in the way,
when one can quiet the ego mind
and align with the wisdom of heart.

There is nothing in the way
inside of love,
sweet love.
Inspired by Mike Adam who wrote There is nothing in the way.   Thanks
 Nov 2017 H A Vitatoe
Ryan Holden
I would not want to
spend, a second away from
you against my chest.
i.
I won't pine for you.
You may satisfy for now,
but this isn't real.

ii.
You are beautiful.
I reach for you, though I know
you're not what I want.

iii.
Spending time with you
fills my heart with so much joy
but I'm still empty.

iv.
There's a gaping hole
where I try to keep you, but
you don't belong there.

v.
I want something more--
more than you can ever give
in your brokenness.

vi.
You're not perfect, love,
no matter how hard I try
to think otherwise.

vii.
Someday I'll move on.
Someday I can love you sans
the idolatry.

viii.
We'll grow together.
We'll see what our hearts can bear
when we look elsewhere.

ix.
For now, forgive me
as I break these tendencies
to crave only you.
Friendships often go awry when I begin to seek consolation only though people. My heart has a void where I keep trying to put the love of other men, but they won't fill it. It's not their place. I need to learn how to be with my friends without hurting them/myself like this-- before it's too late.
It was all faintly lit gloom
where her silhouette wouldn't betray
if she was sleeping or awake
amid the thick smell of disinfectant
the world debarred from the room.

I trust not one of you, she would say,
moving germs, a tribe of dirt,
that's what all of you are
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Countless times she would dress and undress
drenching herself with dettol
changed linen time and again
and her only pursuit of happiness
was denying even the closest an access
to evade disease only she knew.

Others would find in her
a diseased mind.

When she died
men were hired to burn her
and the celsius ensured
she had a germ free passage
to the next world.
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