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 Sep 2017 Poetry First
Pagan Paul
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Far atop the highest clouds,
down below the deepest seas,
all the space thats in betwixt,
words will flow with skilful ease.

At every point upon the compass,
around about three-sixty degrees,
the tumbling omni-present sound
of words upon Poetica's breeze.

So fly high above the clouds,
and swim deep beneath the seas,
Poetica is freedom to express,
and Her words no law decrees.


from 'Selected Works'  
by Lord Pagan of Poetica


© Pagan Paul (23/09/17)
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3rd of the poems stolen from Lord Pagan :)
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o'er a length of days
fierce winds have scolded the land
they show no let up
You might fall
But get up to crawl
Don't stay down too long
For you have a poetry or a song
To inspire the ups and downs
Of life of a weary soul.
During the moments when you feel you cannot get up again after a thrash or punch of life. Look up and crawl back as a warrior roaring to your soul!
promising cloud bands
filled with a moisture salve
veer away from here
Running towards goal,
Is like tickling your soul,
No one literally knows your role
So
Don't be a fool
Better do your role.

Everyone has their own mask
And they never unmask
Until you pester and ask
Better go ahead
With your own task
Without wearing a mask.

There is always a stepping stone
So, don't stop to mourn
List of the succeeded people were known
So,
Don't forget
Your goal is what you own
Climb the stairs
To take your chair
Then you can share
All the dares.

Running towards goal
Is like tickling your soul
No one literally knows your role
So,
You should know to fetch your goal.

Dated: 24.7.2017
Rolling waves, little vibes.
Subtle words locked deep inside.
Relax…step back...and ride the tide.
Seek to find what’s locked inside.

Little ripples flowing in a rolling sea,
Gently washing all over me.
Watching you as you pass the time.
Reaching out to make the climb.

We’re celebrating new-found worlds.
Choosing words as yet unheard.
Building mansions in the sky.
Dreaming…believing…asking why.

The tales you tell,
They rise and fly.
Wisps of clouds…wet and dreamy…
Floating by.

I love you more than time can say.
Beyond the mountains, we must stray.
Dwelling here inside your waves,
Our love evolves in special ways

Tempting fate…
Our ripples flow.
Tossing stones into the hole.
The echoes ring throughout my brain.
Your rain pours down, removing pain.

In hues of blue,
It seems to me a pleasant scene.
That timeless dream you paint for me
Is sprawling here for all to see.

I’m all absorbed,
Never bored with what you say.
I love the way you look at me,
Just how your eyes divine on me.

The world is tossed, our love is bound.
Rumbling over this hallowed ground.
All we’ve shared and all we’ve seen
Is what we’ve found and can believe.

The trees have seen our blooming dreams.
Nothing means so much to me.
Except…
That warming fire inside your eyes.

To my surprise, it’s no surprise.
Your flame, it warms my pulsing stream.
The heat that’s raging in my soul
Is whole with you, your role is true.

The only moment we can ever spend
Must last for now…and now…and now.
Please remember that you please me so.
Just grow with me as the river flows.
As with the previous poem. This was written in the hospital.
 Sep 2017 Poetry First
Melissa S
Here in this place
There are
Eyes that read us
Words that hold us
Sadness that tugs at our heartstrings
Hearts pining for love
or just the loss of it...
Lovely and sometimes tragic visions
Displayed to heal our souls
Cleanse our thoughts
Take back control
Seductive musings that leave us tingling
Creative thoughts spilled out in delicious form
Memories (good or bad) that float around
and descend like the wind
This is where we offer ourselves to the world
Hoping for compassion and understanding
and in kind to return the favor
This is where we learn
That we are no longer alone
We leave small pieces of ourselves behind
To go back to one day
or
For others who are seeking to find
Here in this place
“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.”
― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon
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