"ayers" poems
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October 2025
HP Poet: Pagan Paul
Country: UK
Question 1: We warmly welcome you to the HP Spotlight, Paul. Please tell us about your background?
Pagan Paul: "I am from Bristol, England. I have always been a Free Spirit and never really settled into the society into which I was born. I am neuro-diverse. I am generally quite a shy and private person. I also write a little comedy and love listening to old comedy radio shows. I like cheese (especially vintage Chedder)."
Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry?
Pagan Paul: "I have been a member of HP since August 2016. I started writing poetry in around 2012, but not regularly. I think it was around 2015 I became more prolific and took it more seriously."
Question 3: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you).
Pagan Paul: "My inspiration comes from many sources. Nature, mental health, relationships, experiences, articles, books and my interests. But also from the mess that is my mind."
Question 4: What does poetry mean to you?
Pagan Paul: "What does poetry mean to me? Escape and expression for my creativity. Its a chance to write down things in a way that makes more sense to my neuro-diverse mind as well as to explore and experiment with ideas, concepts and imagination."
Question 5: Who are your favorite poets?
Pagan Paul: "I do not really read much in the way of classical poetry (Byron, Keats etc) but do tend to read some from ancient Greece and Rome like Callus, Praxilla, Virgil etc. I also tend towards the more abstract or psychedelic poetry of James Douglas Morrison. As mentioned I am a fan of comedy poetry by people like Spike Milligan, Henry Normal and Pam Ayers always raise a laugh."
Question 6: What other interests do you have?
Pagan Paul: "My main interest is music and the consumption thereof. I listen to a lot of different music from different genres. I have always regretted never learning an instrument or music theory. I also read a lot, especially with regard to the ancient world. The old myths and legends and folklore are also a source of inspiration for my poetry."
Carlo C. Gomez: “We would like to thank you Paul, we really appreciate you giving us the opportunity to get to know the person behind the poet! It is our pleasure to include you in this Spotlight series!”
Thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed coming to know Paul better. We most certainly did. It is our wish that these spotlights are helping everyone to further discover and appreciate their fellow poets. – Carlo C. Gomez
We will post Spotlight #33 in November!
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Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 3:41 PM UTC
Is mauve, turquoise, burgundy, teal, lavender,
puce, umber, magenta and chartreuse.
It’s a rainbow of color that climbs after the thunderstorms
that is like a badge on a sky that is so blue
It is deserts and rains and mountains and plains
that stretch as far as the eye can comprehend
It is surrounded by ocean and blessed be
the beauty of it just never ends
It’s half a day trip and a drive up the mountain
to walk the forest trail to see the platypus in their habitat
It’s just a short trip on a hot summer day
to lay on a beach and man… In summer, you can’t beat that
At the same time it’s a winter wonderland of snow falls
upon mountains that are majestically steep
It’s a day trip away from the most magnificent site
Ayers Rock lives in mystery of ancestry so deep
Its glow worms at night alighting so bright
inside their domed cave at Natural Arch
It’s the Great Barrier Reef where the natural order of things
continue to grow, a rainbow of coral on the march
It’s sharing the ancestry of all that live on our land
St Patrick’s Day, Chinese New Year, we accept any invitation
We especially are thrilled when the rest of world joins in
with our love of a good horse race, Melbourne Cup…..
The Race That Stops a Nation
What other land has an entire country stand still
for three and a half minutes, which has never seemed so long
Fortunes are won and lost on this great day
Horses come from afar, we say ‘Bring It On’
There are no concrete jungles, just a huge urban sprawl
where everyone can claim paradise as their own
Its kids in the street playing cricket and football
amongst a community with which they have grown
Born from conviction, but raised by honor
it’s the land that just goes to show
that no matter where you may come from
if you put down roots, from our soil, you will grow
Friendships come easy, mateship is a lifetime gift
If you’re in trouble and the odds against you are stacked
Just give a holler, she’ll be right mate
We like a good fight. We’ve got ya back!
Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 10:59 PM UTC
MY Place IS Placeless
Matloob Bokhari
You are moonlight
You are fragrance in the breeze
I am bewildered to see you
I am speechless
In the frenzy of my love
I am drifting in the sea of your love
Now and then ,joy and depression
Dark thoughts and light of love
I am senseless
You and I are inseparable
I want to kiss you with tenderness
I am helpless
I live for you, my love is timeless
My heart ,where you are living,
Has become a room of prayer
All I belong to you!
I am a nameless poet
My place is placeless!
Persian Khushi Sweet and touching
Deanna Caroline Bosworth How precious!...Quite the romantic
Connie Hofacker Hemmerich Senter Wow, I feel the commitment of your heart...a room of prayer, so very toucing, Matloob. Thank you, for sharing.
Fran Ayers So lovely!!.I missed your poetry!!
Natasha Nabokov Thank you, . Kiss kiss
Barbara Shoetaker You write so passionately.
Demelia Denton A writer of many explicit romantic words Matloob Bokhari ~ Beautifully written
Lindy Michaels Really lovely...
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
MY Place IS Placeless
Matloob Bokhari
You are moonlight
You are fragrance in the breeze
I am bewildered to see you
I am speechless
In the frenzy of my love
I am drifting in the sea of your love
Now and then ,joy and depression
Dark thoughts and light of love
I am senseless
You and I are inseparable
I want to kiss you with tenderness
I am helpless
I live for you, my love is timeless
My heart ,where you are living,
Has become a room of prayer
All I belong to you!
I am a nameless poet
My place is placeless!
Persian Khushi Sweet and touching
Deanna Caroline Bosworth How precious!...Quite the romantic
Connie Hofacker Hemmerich Senter Wow, I feel the commitment of your heart...a room of prayer, so very toucing, Matloob. Thank you, for sharing.
Fran Ayers So lovely!!.I missed your poetry!!
Natasha Nabokov Thank you, . Kiss kiss
Barbara Shoetaker You write so passionately.
Demelia Denton A writer of many explicit romantic words Matloob Bokhari ~ Beautifully written
Lindy Michaels Really lovely...
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
From Sorrow to Acceptance -By Frances Ayers
On sorrows'wings I journeyed to a land where I had never been.
Each loss was undiscovered country,landscapes I had never seen,mountains I had never climbed.
I had taken a journey past familiar landmarks I missed, and memories that were past.I had buried the familiar stories and neglected the happiness,which lay buried deep beneath the earth,only now and then pushing to the surface.
I drank from bitter springs and sat among the weeds,neglecting to seperate them from the flowers.
Beheld only the sunsetting but forgot the beauty in each new day.
When I had shed enough tears,I remembered the laughter echoing in the valley and heard the birds chirping a new song.
I saw the sun reflecting on the water.
and instead of weeds,I saw flowers. Where there were empty patches of dirt,I saw seedlings and the possibility of new beginnings.
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 8:24 AM UTC
The armies gathered on the vast expanse, poised for battle. Shields were raised, and the blades of their swords glistened in the morning sun. Led by the knights of Arthur's table, they would be invincible, to fight for king and country..........so we thought. After all, it seemed like every country, mostly Normans and Saxons, wanted to kick Britain's ass.(and still do).
I was seven years old, as best I can remember. The 'vast expanse' was our backyard in that cul-de-sac in Corpus Christi, Texas, back in the 1940's. With 16 kids on that short block, it didn't take long to organize armies in order to re-enact the movie we saw earlier at the Saturday Morning Matinee at the then Ayers Theatre, whether it be about knights of the realm, or a Roy Rogers western.
Bless those days before televsion took its unyielding hold. A time when we could let our imaginations run rampant, making up our own scenarios, emulating our movie heroes, and there were many, and most of all, "playing outside," something we don't see much of......... anymore.
No one ever got hurt in those weekend battles. Of course, mom and dad, along with the other parents on that block kept the 'silent' watch on us, intervening only if they felt it was getting too loud or rough. I sit here, in my chair, recallng my dad saying, "At least, if we can hear them, we know where they are."
Our shields and swords were mostly made from poster and cardboard, sometimes rolled up newspapers.
copyright: r.riddle 11-17-2016
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
you see i love christmas ya see
lots of lollies and cakes oh yeah
followed by a nice cold beer
christmas in australia
we have gum trees and bottlebrush
and koala bears and emus so cool
people suffering that is horrible
how about we save our christmas shopping money dude
to givs a poor person a gift
and there is pavlova and trifle yeah
and white christmas and mushroom cakes to share
ornaments on the christmas tree and lights on outside
yeah, people looking at our lights and they love it when they shine so bright
right into this great dark night
christmas in australia
people are in hospitall, feeling very very sick
and there isn’t that much to do, as to give them gifts of joy
maybe a card decorated with coloured flowers yeah
and a pink and yellow gingerbread house
which is made out of real gingerbread
so they have other things besides hospital food to eat
people are at war today
fighting for what they believe is right
they are away from their houses every day and night
i wish they were all at home celebrating christmas in australia
jingle bells jingle bells
jingle all the way, christmas in australia on a scorching summers day
jingle bells jingle bells
christmas time is beaut
oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty holden ute
we travel up to darwin as well as cairns, broome, katherine and townsville
we see the poor people say, give us a dollar bill
you say yes, but i could regret it when they spend it up on *****
a piece of you thinks they deserve to party, oh yeah they do
being christmas and all, and then we go and sing carols, my friend
in the old church hall
ayers rock and coober pedy, are great places to see
the christmas pageant in adelaide is put on so wonderfully
melbourne and sydney light up the towns voices with carols in the domain and music bowl
and you see all the favourite stars lift up their voices and sing
and whether your a man who enjoys a can of beer by the tele
or a devoted family man looking at carols and lights
we all have fun, ruppity *** ***
at christmas in australia
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
Unseen Presence-by Frances Ayers
When life becomes hurried and choices are unclear,
there is an unseen Presence who will surely get us there.
We may not reach our destiny,at our chosen time
but there is someone wiser whose help we’ll always find.
He’ll give us hope to find our path,a light to guide the way.
His Strength will pull us up the hill and help us see the day.
He knows the road is rough,he’s been there long before.
At Calvary he gave his life and opened up the door.
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 1:30 PM UTC
Color of The Earth-Frances Ayers
Beautiful color of the Earth,that I do love.
You strike my senses and fill my soul with glee.
Your vibrant hues fill the lovely sky above,
And bring out the autumn color of the trees.
Your pumpkin hues and copper shades fill the fields.
Deserts bright and Midwest skies stun our sight.
With glorius light that brightens and yields.
You warm me with your healing touch so bright.
Yet your fire destroys man and beast around,
But also warms all living things on earth.
Of molten lava,clay and rock on solid ground,
You amaze all with your miraculous birth.
Of vibrant fruits the earth does yield to all,
Is a tangy bright citrus shaped like a ball.
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 1:32 PM UTC
Almost a Father-By Frances Ayers
No legal ties to bind us,no shared blood in our veins.
Yet I call you father,in many many ways.
If soothing words can dry a tear,and love can ease the way.
When difficult times assault,I know you’ll always stay.
You’ve helped me travel down a path of unfamiliar roads.
So many lessons I have learned ,by stories you have told.
During fearful times you’ve held my hand and told me I am strong.
You’ve shared my joy,and pain alike and gladly came along.
So richly blessed is how I feel,I’ve had you by my side.
My gratitude is not enough,It’s something I can’t hide.
As time goes on, and life slows down,and one day you are gone.
I’ll think of all the ways you’ve helped me and I’ll carry on.
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 1:34 PM UTC
he was an idiot for half
a second,
afterwards pride took over,
and he was told to be
the half second all his life...
but it mattered not
to be quicker or quivering,
because all the adventures
of life died a quickened
urban stability of 9 to 5;
strawberries came early from
spain, watered down "juicy";
i wanted acorns in autumn
i got bitchslaps in august;
bishops were in furore...
the idiot danced the clandestine surf
and it just left the koala hugging
a secret of aurora sunrise of the
ayers rock that acted like antarctica chiselling
of the kangaroo yo-yo hunting:
made boo, made orange... made worms
from morning, and early bird fed quote.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
Doctor my eyes by Jackson Browne.
Mom and child reunion by Paul Simon,
Quiet violence by Arthur Lymon,
Heaven bust be missing an angel by
Tavares
Theme from A Summer Place by the
Percy Faith archestive
Island in the sun by The Sandpipers,
Love power by the Sandpipers,
The horse by Cliff Nobles & Co,
Only the strong survive by Jerry Butler
Moonlight feels right by Starbuck,
Expressway to your heart by the Soul Survivors,
Shotgun by Junior Walker
Afternoon delight by The Strand
Vocal Band
We live in Brooklyn Baby by Roy Ayers
And Dance with
Me by Orleans.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 10:04 AM UTC
Take a gold and grey photo –
Paint a picture
Your image to me is like the hot sun on Ayers Rock.
My eyes are the clouded blue,
Sometimes green.
Read my words,
You bring the best of them.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
F ragrance within themselves,
L ayers of petals arranged nicely
O ffering sweet, flavourful nectar
W hich the tiny organisms enjoy
E very being loves their beauty
R ed, blue, pink, in every colour
S ee them in bloom all summer.
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC