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Andrea Diaz Jun 4
Did I really have any other choice?
The minute
the minute
the moment you came and graced these lands with your presence,
                                                                                I was already awestruck.
While other’s just bowed to the things you have done for us,
                                                                                  I bowed to your beauty
                                                                                                    your essence.
                  Yet mortal feelings should have never reached you.
You belonged to the stars
                                                                                    I belonged down here.

                                            Yet here you were
                                                                                               with us mortals,
Here you were in robes that hardly touched the mortal plain
                                        And I’d still honor the grounds you walked on.
Here you were
dancing with the gods you made
singing with the mortals of the world you gave.
You kept coming, and going.
And each time you came back,
                                   I must have seemed older over the years.
                                                And yet
                                                                                 My heart still yearned…
                                               And yet…
                                                                    My heart still yearned.
Your rubellite eyes,
Asked to stay
But no god would listen
For the curse that could incur.
And when your rubellite eyes met my sapphiric ones,
                                                                   Your name came across my lips,
                                                    the name I told myself I’d never call you.
                                                           A name I knew that would link you.
                                   Then you looked at me,
                                           And asked me
Could you stay?
                                                                Who was I to give you an answer,
                                                         Who was I to command your wishes?
And
Apparently
You gave me the answer.
                                                                                                      I met you as
                                                           A boy who knew nothing
                                                                                              And I see you as
                                                   A man who wanted everything.
                                         And as I look at you
                  Your name came out above a whisper
And You stayed
And You stayed.
                                        And I will never regret the decisions I’ve made.
"Do you know how a celestial falls from the stars above? It is when they are given a name. For you see, a name grounds us, it tells us not only who we are but to who or what we attach ourselves to. Celestials don't have names, for they belong among the stars, and when a celestial is named, they now belong to the mortal that named them. And there is no going back from that. For it is a cosmic sin to name a being that lives out in the stars."
Pagan Paul Oct 2023
The other day I recognised Anubis
walking down the street smoking cannabis,
soon joined by his good friend Thoth
who was strangely disguised as a moth.

The jackal headed one fell into crisis
and cried out for his mother Isis,
who, puzzled, said she didn't get this
and called for her sister Nepthys.

But this was beyond even her art
so they summoned their cousin Maat,
She said only one could conspire this
blame must lay with the Lord Osiris.

Then up popped the hawkish Horus
to join his voice to the growing chorus,
followed in shadows by his brother Set
who hadn't a clue what was happening yet.

An angry Osiris appears with lips a'froth
denying he transformed Thoth into a moth,
this magic only one deity has mastered
so you can blame that ****** cat Bast..


Pagan Paul (02/10/23)
Nat Lipstadt Sep 2023
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IF we are each created in His image,
how glorious is the diversity of our deities
,
each of us a tiny drop of paint on a tableau
of a small planet, insignificant but
uniquely beautiful intelligent species of godlike creatures,

deities~human

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wise enough to know mine philosophical shortcomings,
for they are many,
insufficient wisdom, more than sufficient laziness,
but sometimes even the *o b v i o u s

strikes a rhyming chord,
even so, delving into God’s image
is for the foolhardy,
ergo ipso facto,
I am that,
that fool

but the boundaries of common sense poetry,
offer healthy delimitations,
and as rhe day wanes, eyes go blurry,
I am content to laurels~rest:

I do not count the times,
I’ve called out my beseeching deities,
I do not count the numbers of names,
we have designated and available for them,
or how many I’ve employed, and which replied
or the varied shapes they assumed,
to get my attention,

but this is a poem,
cannot leave you hanging,
if you paid your dues for joining me this far:
the due is due you:


them
(their ONLY pronoun),
keep their answers
short and oft inexplicable,
yet strangely satisfying,
for being a deity
they employ common sense,
and the answers frequently found
on a list of Frequently Answered Questions (FAQ‘s)

the most common response,

“but you already knew that!”
10:28pm
Sep 21~23, 2023
nyc
stillhuman Mar 2021
There is something in the air
no more ice nor vampire lairs
The sun rules over night
and brings forth all things bright
And the flowers greet him with glee
all shining and rising among the ****
As the maiden smiles to her tummy
her child smiles back in the shape of a bunny
It's the breath of spring,
balance and growth with it brings
So let us blossom my dear
make our intention and power clear
Merry Ostara to all who celebrate. To those who don't, I wish you to blossom this spring
Descovia Jan 2021
Feeling the gravitational pull of the forces surrounding my essence.

My deities answered my calling to ascend, to become transformed, and accepted my offering! Provided nourishment in blessings, from other dimensions!

Received from my moment of profound meditation.

Deep mysteries of the unknown sleeping in space, aligns truth within the constellations revealing reminders this is nothing more than a illusion.


Deceived by moral corruption in mystifying concepts.

Is fiction reality? What is
considered intangible, and understandable?

When will it all make sense?

We spiral in the formation of our galaxy.

In which expectations are countless, but are not in field of our control.

As we wait for time to bring us home
Rochelle Foles Mar 2019
As children
We who wore tights to school
   were taught
to wok in high heels
with a book on our heads


to never wear mascara
on our bottom lashes

                        red lipstick = harlot
            red nails = *****
            wearing jewelry = sinful


                       to be proper
                       to mind our manners


           the three monkeys mantra



                      



So we still
Go downtown in our good clothes            
Wearing high heels carrying a matching bag

We have expensive taste
Reputations to uphold

fast cars
      +
          faster boys
      =
           red lipstick
red nails
bodies bejeweled



We learned
All of that                                      Indoctrination
was nonsense









Oh! The high heels of heartache!
How those cruel shoes constrained us
the worship of deities can uplift ones soul or contaminate and desolate it.
Jack Ritter Mar 2018
Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva -
sit eternally on lotuses.

Shiva loves to destroy the universe.
He has as many arms as it takes.
Plus one, to hold a mirror.

Brahma rebuilds it all as needed.
He has four heads and four arms.
That seems about right.

Sitting between Big Bang and Big Finish
is blue Vishnu,
who symbolizes energy.

Iris and Murray Klughart of Yonkers
don't symbolize anything.
Neither do their children.

All their marriage the Klugharts have saved
for a trip to the Taj Mahal.
Each one secretly fears
the other will be disappointed.

They pray their kids will have more.

Iris lights up the place when anyone calls.
Murray lights up a dreadful cigar,
sits back like a living room ornithologist,
and fully hears her song.

The creature is in full cackle.
He'll tell her about his bad MRI -

      tomorrow.

They are no one,
and their aching backs
prop up every axis,
atom,
and out-of-work deity.

Iris cries when she reads Emily Dickinson.
Iris laughs in her sleep.
Iris.

The Klugharts loved the Taj so much,
Shiva dropped his mirror.
(originally published in Red River Review.)
Jack Ritter  www.houseofwords.com
blue mercury May 2017
doll face
lavender thighs
rose gold heartbeat
alternate endings tracing cheekbones
like broken glass
your sawdust jawline

summertime soiree
knee-buckling faith
a mouthful of metaphors
forevers
daisy chained couplets
some purple skylines

feathers
cotton
hushed loving between
celestial bodies
grapefruit and coconut sugar
closing time

deities not quite worshiped
revered
hightop/high heel
purple jolly rancher
dress and tie
fingertips

hips swaying from side to side
windchimes
music
moments
love or truth
now or never

healing
breathless
full of life
merry-go-round mindset
happy dizzy
revolve around the sun
summer is approaching but the weather is cool
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