#npminspire
I
love the way
flowers speak
to us
they
they all don't ask us
have their own for much
significance
But most of all, flowers
Are never afraid of
honesty and that's
what makes them
B E A U T I F U L
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
He soars high, floating in her wake
Inhaling every detail of her flowing grace
Her brushes of touch, causing him to shake
Delicate weaving hearts of leather and lace
Inspiration sails high, with her drifting in his mind
Ripples from deep emotions, she elegantly paints
Closing his eyes, entrusting her, flying blind
Together, one with the other, interlinking chains
Flickering fates of fireflies under stars aligned
Precious moments in time, worlds collide
A rendezvous in the Milky Way, by design
Consummating souls kiss passionately, ignite
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
What it takes to be inspired
can drive a man to the brink
cause his heart to burn like fire
and his soul and spirit, sink
She's my muse, lifting me
past the gates and broken walls
words appear, wild and free
not allowing me, to fall
When flying above my capability
her arm tucked into mine
enhancing my abilities
each, and every, time
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
she says she is weak
but what she does shows how strong she is
and how wrong those words are
she inspires me
she always has a roaring fire in her eyes
she struggles
but she always is cheered up by cuddles
she blushes every time i wink
but somehow she is weak
nah she is just unique
everyone seems to only see has as meek
but I've seen her in a truer light
she showed me how to see that way
because she saw the monster i am
and she stayed just the same
she didn't run away like others
she became a lover
she is unique and like no other
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 12:11 PM UTC
my mother
is always visible
speaking what she thinks is right
mostly I listen
she does not look like me
she is more talkative
she is always unambiguous
but we are alike
we have the same habits
we share books, clothes
and affinity for the same television characters
my art reflects my mother's art
and sometimes her, herself
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
*Right from the Time of birth
The sounds of people around
The beauty in the nature
All sorts of things around
Inspire Us .
Shaping Us into Who we become.
One person who truly inspires Me
My 91 year old Grand Mother -in- Law
Ex - Principal of Junior Girls College
A Lady of Grit and Grace
Disciplined Organised and Prompt
She Never misses a Birthday Anniversary or any Special Day
of anyone in the Family
Reminders , none on the phone
Her Memory , 'As fit as a fiddle '
Still wants to partake of the daily household chores..
One person in the family , whom everyone wants to Emulate and Embrace.*
An Inspiration to one and all in the Family !!
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 3:00 AM UTC
naked is her fire,
from deep heart and with chaste eyes
she gathers moonlight
into spoken words reside
to soothe sad souls such as mine.
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
Come lay beside me;
Let's dream of stars together,
And kiss sweetheart love
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 9:36 PM UTC
Somehow, he took away my mind
and now I'm drowning in my heart
because there is nowhere else
for me to hide.
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 4:50 PM UTC
*It cannot be seen
rather felt through a beam.
A lovely state of being
where you can die for
creating a new thing
without a sigh
or a second thought inbetween.
You can look around
and see beyond it.
And finally You feel
the delight of beginning
after reaching
the pinnacle of
an Inspiration hill!*
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
She's my best friend
My worst enemy too
To my mind she does tend
Teaching me every day, things anew
She feeds my mind
with thoughts that shock, but also uplift
A better wingman, I cannot find
To me, she's such a gift
She is the one who shows me love
And joy in the littlest of things
The reason my heart pursues the purity of a dove
Led by her, my soul sings
I could not live without her
She'd cease to exist, without me
The girl in the mirror
She is me, I am she
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 3:51 PM UTC
i.
The twilight moon peeps
from behind the brazen grey cloud.
Chill air coalesces into a light fog
creeping nonchalant along the street.
Orange lamp glow cascades around
dancing with the fog in osmosis swirls.
Ice blue eyes of fire and malevolence
trace a pathway through the dirge.
Zoning out and homing in,
a huntress stalking unknowing prey.
A black kitten dashes from the hedge,
across the street, up to a front door,
leaving tiny prints scattered on the lawn,
and the ice blue eyes of fire drip pleasure,
as a primal sound emerges, guttural,
but unmistakedly … a cackle.
ii.
Feint, feint sobbing punctuates the night.
As she lays curled foetal clutching her doll.
Her other hand between her thighs,
seeking in vain to reclaim her violated body.
“ Daddy made Mummy go to sleep
with sweeties from the little brown bottle
and the drink from the grown-ups cupboard,
and then he played horsey with her.
He told me Mummy had been a good girl,
and it was my turn to be nice to Daddy.
He always scares me at night
but its his way of saying he loves me.
Daddy Loves his little girl, he always says so”.
The sobbing slowly fades into … nothing,
And she knows. She doesn't Love Daddy.
Now he is watching tv and drinking beer.
Daddy hears the doorbell and swears.
He goes to answer, opening the portal.
Too late, far too late, to stop …
… the Judderwitch.
iii.
He woke. And tried to scream,
nailed spread-eagle to a wall.
Throat, dry, unable to make a sound.
And in his head he screams.
Pierced flesh with sanguin scabs
ripping agony through his very fibre.
Ice blue eyes of fire dance hooded
before him with torture and brutality.
His face erupts in pus filled cysts
to burst and seer pain on his flesh.
And in his head he screams.
As the face in the hood morphs into
the face of his little girl as he rapes her.
And he screams, in his head he screams,
and screams and screams,
as the blade slices slowly, so slowly,
and his manhood falls flaccid floor-ways.
Eyes bulge in horror,
and in his head he screams ...
And screams … and screams,
as his ribs crack, break, in his chest.
Pushing through and up and out,
like flint sharp spears of rancid bone,
and in his head he screams …
and screams … and screams ...
iv.
“Mummy. Mummy. There's kitten on the lawn.
Can we keep her Mummy. Can we? Please?”
She walks out the front door
and smiles at her daughter, the kitten meows.
She watches her little girl play,
the cat enraptured with little plaits.
“Mummy. Why can't I remember anything about Daddy?
He only went away last night”.
“I don't know sweetie. I can't remember anything either.
Not even his face. Its very strange indeed”.
A breeze chills their skin as they look
toward the Cherry Tree on the lawn.
Its leaves whispering their sylvan symphony.
But all they heard was …
… cackling.
And the feint, feint sound
of somebody
still
screaming.
© Pagan Paul (04/04/17)
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
Thank you Dad for everything you have done,
your hard work and sacrifice for everyone.
Thanks for everything you continue to do,
but most of all thank you just for being you.
Thank you Dad for taking time to care,
we really appreciate you always being there
at those times when we feel we really need you;
you never leave us wanting, always come through.
Thank you Dad for being constantly strong,
for being such a rock when things go wrong,
for making time for us, for always listening,
to the myriad of problems we constantly bring.
Thank you Dad for calming our fears,
for soothing words, for wiping our tears.
Thank you for never letting us give up hope;
for convincing us repeatedly we can cope.
Thank you for your guidance as we move along,
for teaching each one of us right from wrong,
for encouraging us always to do the right thing,
for the moral compass that guides our everyday living.
Thanks for your calmness, your infinite patience,
your common sense when faced with youthful exuberance!
Thank you for providing us with everything we need
for believing in us, giving us the tools to succeed.
Thank you Dad for never giving up on me,
for encouraging me to be all that I could be,
for your forgiveness those times I was absolute brat,
for your direction when I had no clue what I was at.
Thank you from my heart for being such a great Dad,
Thank you for the wonderful upbringing I had,
Thank you mostly for teaching me what it means to be a Dad,
If I am only half as good as you then my kids won’t do so bad.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 4:55 AM UTC
*"The flower that blooms in adversity
Is the most rare and beautiful of all."*
I climb to the top
I won't ever stop
I may be a woman
But I don't belong to a man
I am not the same
Or even sane
But I have fought
Because I've been taught
Fight
Never lose sight
Of life
Take the knife
Keep it near
To turn on peers
I've learned to defend
Against those who pretend
To be friends
But stab you in the end
I've fought so much
To die by my own touch.
I will fight my battles
And make the world rattle.
I'll stay true to me
Instead of flee.
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
You're feeling every brick
of your house falling down
each thud you shudder and
shake because you're scared
of all the elements you're
going to be exposed to now
that everything is collapsed.
Hold onto what you believe
you're not a bad person at all
I promise you're going to live
I promise I'm here to hold you
up through this hardship you
are going through. Embrace
the challenge and overcome.
I believe in you.
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC
dazzling seed
of water and flesh
here are your toes!
hear your wail!
a shock in lopsided time
take your father's paltry
proud, untidy praise,
whisper it to your own reflection
off the river of the universe
yarn an incandescent voyage
beyond the gaudy shores of
humanities crooked beaches
between your ears sloshes
a makeshift promise of meaty
hope
fill your pockets with courage,
climb stupendous trees of ambition
and grin for luck
fill your mouth with laughter,
spit it on pointless hate
and pack a secret love for everyone
fill your skull with warlike wit,
pour it on the ****** the bitter
and stuff your soul with wildflowers
eat these words with
your heart
my hope,
my inspiration,
my child.
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
In plain sight, the Peacocks ply their wearisome
Colours. Awkwardly swaying, pompously preening,
They cry to be seen, their voices are gurgling
And gawking. The direction of wind is their vane.
Overhead, in the secret sky fleet wings are truth.
In the sun the searing Falcon is seeing all;
His talons turn and steal away, they are mad,
Playful fingers— they will have their say.
— after W. B. Yeats
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 1:51 PM UTC
This website,
is full of great minds
with great thoughts
new ideas
equipped with words and rhymes
to inspire me
help me write
one or more lines
each day
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC