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She's a beautiful woman.

When age left her side
she grew a bed of marigold
blooming yellow and red
catching sunshine in winter
and as the years tiptoed to her
a fresh bed of love she made
and lay thereupon newly wed.
At a comedy show where a man got stabbed.
It wasn't funny, herded like cattle and expected to dance.
In the throes of Vegas, we had grown so blatant.
Today wasn't the day, we would not be caged in.
At a comedy show where an old man had to be dad.
Nepotism opens the show in the form of a jam kind of band.
Cackled like he's 80, shackled to the 80's with a tan
A man with few fans but still a brand that was most hated; sans man.
"A comedy show where we laugh with our friends." A tag attracts to no end.
Take a chance on the awfully droll. A trance with no chance.
Happening during happenstance
.
She sits for most of the time,
in a metal chair with wheels.
Counting out the value of life
with an injury that never heals.

She waits for most of the time,
to confirm that she is really there.
But how many people notice her
sat down in her wheel-chair.

She's invisible for most of the time,
she is there but nobody spies.
So she spreads her tiny wings
and floats unnoticed to the skies.

She cried for most of the time,
always alone and lonely in a crowd.
Now flying free her spirit rises,
there's no discrimination in the clouds.


© Pagan Paul (25/12/16)
lab, about the dissecting of frogs I sensed
something
what if aliens came and saw us as frogs
a delicacy
or an experiment?
I grew out of that in college, only to
relapse when on a trip to the zoo
this gorgeous girl wanted
me in the woods, and I saw all the squirrels and rabbits
winking , the moles poking heads out of holes
and her blouse undone,
I sweated , trembled , took her breast tenderly
in my hand
it felt like heaven,
when she touched me back
I thought about that dead frog
and how we stuck electrodes on his legs,
I twitched
I shouted
think  that was the first time I danced,
in fact I know it was.
from there on out it was more ***
education with a hint of biology.
And we danced the night long with
no more thoughts of frogs legs twitching.
.
She speaks in tongues and earthwards—
Angels fall listening how to know divinity
From lips that open and close as do tides
Slip, blooming with the face of the moon.

She walks in airs of splendour and light—
Shoulders kin, her child riding on a beam
Vanquishing the sun with celebrated night
Set in reflection on lake waters, little moon.
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