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 Apr 2018 Val Vik
Cecil Miller
Helio
 Apr 2018 Val Vik
Cecil Miller
He wipes the dried flakes of soil from his face as he comes to life.
He is called to his task in the air.
Rises, he rises.
With tireless love he takes his chair.

Angels touch his skin
Which glistens in the golden glow
Of an orb that burns eternal,
Or as long as lives a soul.

A new day begins
When Helio pulls the sun
In the employment of Saturn
For the service of all and one.

Would the world get by without him?
Would the day be ever long?
He never pauses to wonder
When he pulls his chariot along.

There never is a day
He thinks they should give praise.
Love means that he does the task
Without a question to be raised.

Rarely given Helio
Is a thanking for the light;
For bringing them the sun
Until the time of night.
I wrote this poem about the sun just now.
It really is a metaphore, an ode to those people among us who perform their tasks in service to others with selfless intent.
 Apr 2018 Val Vik
Star BG
I Sage
 Apr 2018 Val Vik
Star BG
I write as pen becomes brush painting
visions with stardust energies.
Words twinkle unseen to naked eye
but inviting all the same.
Verses coagulate in bloodstream
as if cells are words
destined for heart.

I write within fields of sunflowers
and below gray skies.

With intention to launch
a rocket ship of thoughts

After all I am a wandering sage poet,
meant to anoint the world with verse.
Inspired by Mercedes
 Apr 2018 Val Vik
Pagan Paul
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Wrapping the sky
      around shoulders of grief,
prepared shuffles of aimless motion
in time,
     a hood of moons
transpire to illuminate,
          conveying the dissolution
of reason and rhyme,
as logic takes a bullet and bites the dust
resplendent in a cloak
     of transparent darkness swirling,
          a veil drops
like the final curtain,
with the august play about to commence,
     the actors, forward,
          taking a bow of silence,
to an absent audience who do not care,
the arrival at platform zero,
     of nowhere,
          travelling to nothing on a vacant train,
an instant express to the heart
     of the void,
carrying hallucinations
          in a purse
                    of stars,

Promise rides a chariot of blessing,
yielding a gift
     sugar coated in
          images and
                    words.


© Pagan Paul (11/04/18)
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 Apr 2018 Val Vik
hazem al jaber
Wild passion ...

is all what life about ...
is all what really need ...
to run this life blessed ...
to get it long with a happiness ...

wild passion ...
warm love ...
by souls ...
and a needing bodies ...
is all what we need ...
as we need a water ...
we need love ...
as we blood to heart ...
we need passion ...
to feel this life ...
and it's happiness ...

without love ...
without passion ...
and it's craziness ...
there is no life ...

let's get it sweetheart ...
let's live to love ...

wild passion ...
it's our way to live ...

hazem al ...
 Apr 2018 Val Vik
Lufuno anita
Stretch marks hugging her body
Curving around on her hips
Simply shouting "her majesty" on her brown skin
Patterns and prints that justify her beauty

A proud women she is
With all natures purposes aĺl over her body

Thy Temple.
 Apr 2018 Val Vik
Pagan Paul
This is not the best haiku in the world ...
... its just a tribute.*
(to HaikuDonnajones and her Dean).

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At the crack of dawn
me and dean go milk our cows,
pulling the udders.

Our cows milk is good
for cheese, yoghurt and butter,
very nice in tea too.

Vegetarians
are great, make good customers,
Vegans not so good.

What the hell is this
new coconut milk anyway?
Or soya butter?

I don't understand,
its not real dairy goodness,
its all fake dairy.

Our cows are organic,
no artificial cow feed,
just grass and fresh air.

After milking cows
me and dean have our breakfast
to give us energy.

I may turn Veggie,
but love my deans big sausage,
bacon, eggs fry-ups.

Our goats have kids to,
tidier than our own lot,
don't complain as much.

Me and dean are happy
with our kids, cows and our goats,
on our dairy farm.


© Pagan Paul (01/04/18)
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*paraphrased from TenaciousD
Now go read Donna's myhaikudiary poems!
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 Apr 2018 Val Vik
Star BG
I am a bird
with fine feathers
adorned to skin.

I am a feathered friendly poet
full of songs
to share everyday.

I am a fledgling perched
upon pen singing to world
as wings spread.

And so I shall fly,
uncaged towards light.
calling of a sky-like page.
Inspired By Crazy Diamond Kristy  Thanks
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