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Jun 2016 vircapio gale

Paul Butters

It doesn’t really matter to me
How the universe came to be
Or whether God even exists.
I care nothing about kings and queens
Or anyone “in power”.

For I’m “The One”
Who leads this Life.
No-one else but me.
However impressive you are
You still are not Myself.

All that counts are the people and things I Love,
Even Like.
So if you’ve got nothing to offer me
Get on your bike.

No man is an island, so they say.
Yes, I’m not independent in every way.
But I’m an individual who is true to my soul.
To remain unbrainwashed is always my goal.

They try to make us run with the crowd,
Like sheep or lemmings led into the cloud.
It’s Media Hypnosis
Through that gleaming TV.
Only by being ourselves
Will we ever be Free.

Paul Butters

In THAT mood again!

#self #life #media #pride #individuality

Jun 2016 vircapio gale

Bank Holiday

Jun 2016 vircapio gale

Paul Butters

Bank Holiday

So many places closed,
And what’s open you can’t get to
For ****** tourists.

******* clouds are over:
A chill wind blows.
The workaday sun has gone.
Oh yes, it’s Bank Holiday.

The weather is foul
Yet everyone is out.
I can’t get parked.
The crowds slow down
My enforced march.

Our local chippy is closed.
A Doctor?
No chance!
January in May
And maybe in June.

Christmas is worse.
All those needless presents.
Gifts for the sake of it.
Keeping the retailers happy
At our expense.

I’m in a grumpy mood
But who can blame me?
I always try to be upbeat,
But not today.

Paul Butters

Ummphh

#unhappy #grumpy #holiday

Jun 2016 vircapio gale

Stay well - a morning poem

Jun 2016 vircapio gale

Prabhu Iyer

Stay well - a morning poem

Stay well, table, inviting me
to sit by your side, sipping tea,

stay warm, books, wrapped warm
in your covers, steeped in Spirit,

stay well, koel, sing the same way
every stuttering morning that
comes lisping in the winds
and the tongues of the swallows

stay well, gulmohar, ever
alive in a glow of blooms
warming bare the summer heart

stay well, pens, ever meditating
this way, conjuring up
all the stories I tell in verse

stay well, my droid phone,
go on, recharge yourself in your
morning asana tied to the mains

stay well, web, where I plug in
and broadcast my thoughts
and receive blessings and grace

The coel (cuckoo) and the gulmohar (flame tree) are staples of the late Indian summer, heralding the monsoon. Days now are hanging overcast with clouds, waiting to break over the land in breathtaking shower and thunder. But we wait for this rain, all year. This is our national season.

Jun 2016 vircapio gale

Pots of Paint for My Canvass

Jun 2016 vircapio gale

Paul Butters

Pots of Paint for My Canvass

People, you are pots of paint for my canvass.
With all your quirks and foibles,
And wonderful ways.
The world indeed is crowded
With many pots of paint:
Glorious views.

My brushes are all aquiver,
Inspired by everything.
From India to Iceland,
Russia to sunny Spain.
You folk, I love to paint you,
Though never your actual words.

The universe, a marvel,
Flying through the heavens.
Swirling spiral galaxies,
Pallets for my verse.

Paul Butters

Inspired by a conversation with Beth Squires.

#poetry #world #art #people #universe #painting

Apr 2016 vircapio gale

Die Into Me

Apr 2016 vircapio gale

The Dedpoet

Die Into Me

Die into me,

Every kiss is a prayer
As I whisper a prophesy
         To your body.

          The night will keep us
As we constellate our passion.

I die into you,

      I await you on the other side,
There open my soul
      And read the inscription:

   He died a thousand times,
Reborn inside her,
    The Sacrificial Lover.

#dedpoet

Feb 2016 vircapio gale

Bright Man, Soft Locks Man

Feb 2016 vircapio gale

Impeccable Space Poetess

Bright Man, Soft Locks Man

~ ~ ~

Bright man, Soft locks man

~ ~ ~

My bright man, noble man
my tall petit prince king.
Your hearts beauty is this
woman's sweetiest dream.

When you think of me,
when you think of us,
on the night we first met. . .

Do you reminisce well -
or do you reminisce hell!?

How brave you were - after
indulging in the potion green;
embracing me, for the first
time - tight across my
right shoulder.

And there - I wished for the first
time - you were my life's boulder.

And you laughed and laughed loud,
happily drunk, and infatuated with me;
as I were with you - darling - already!

And then - you exclaimed exuberantly:
This girl is so cool - guys!
This girl is so cool!
You really are cool- girl!

And then - I blushed a little. . .
And then - I rushed a little
just to let you know. . .
who I really was.

And I said
back to you
I am a woman.
And I said back to you
I am a mother of a child
Sweet beyond compare.

And you laughed and you laughed
Like a sweet tempest approaching
In the beauty of the darkest night;

To sweep me off my feet
to sweep me off the board
to land on the new shores
to find myself drowning in
your charming embraces

I don't believe you - girl!
You're pulling me off!
You want to trick this honest,
playful man, who ain't playing no game!

You want to trick this honest,
playful man, who ain't playing no game!

My soft locks, noble man
My tall petit prince king
Don't you see the ring?

How shy your First
words seemed to me
about Star Elysium
Infinite lmmortality,
written paths to be. . .
new age books covers
and a scent of Poetry.

I saw stars in your smile
and you saw a devil in me;
overwhelmed with energy ~
This ******* life's intensity!

Then I asked you,
Yes, you - alluring strange man!
Yes, you - the arogant thinker man!

Do you know
for how long
do we know
each other;
Thinking on
one bohemian friend
standing by my side.

And you pretended
you didn't have any clue;
And you pretended
whilst we knew. . .

It was the story about us
It was the story about us
Waiting to finaly meet

We knew so well
Oh yeah- we knew!

This love was written
With flooded ink of times
Flowing in our blood

This love was written
With flooded ink of times
Flowing in our blood

To know your mine
To know your mine
Kiss and hug me for another million moments
Kiss and hug me for another million moments

~
A love story written as a
simple
token of our love
~
Lyrics for the future melodic rock song.

#love #lyrics #song #reason

Feb 2016 vircapio gale

Morning colors

Feb 2016 vircapio gale

CA Guilfoyle

Morning colors

In the morning red hibiscus flowers
yesterday's petals have fallen to the ground
a hummingbird briefly hovers
in flashes, green iridescent feathered
soon the silver sun comes from behind clouds
reflections, in spectrum colors
of painted sky, brush strokes
in watercolors of dawn
the heart, a lotus flower
center of the soul
that opens.

Feb 2016 vircapio gale

Medeia & Jason

Feb 2016 vircapio gale

Impeccable Space Poetess

Medeia & Jason

The archaic Mythologies
Were well depicted ventures of Human
Spirit to verily present acts of the absolute Nutness
An astute of a compelling question Still
Much relevant in today's lmplicit
Deconstruction of Committing
A moral Excession.

Old Greeks came to a betwixt paradox when compairing
the two ulterior motives:
~ a completely mad passionate love
~ a sharp cold blooded oportunistic love

#love #passion #human #logos #hera #mythos #selene #the-golden-fleece #erinia #hekate