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Francie Lynch Dec 2019
I saw a satyr in the woods,
A centaur in the meadow;
Travelling on, I remarked on a fawn
Hallowing out reeds for a pipe.
The world around me was green,
The water ran clear, cold and fresh,
The air I breathed was historic.
Crosses were in the future.
No Mecca to visit,
No Temple to rebuild.

I am a beach ***, a sun-worshipper, a tree hugger.
I will worship the dove, not the sacrifice.
I will homage the god of the kingdom that is here,
Before she rejects her offspring.
Lexi Cairns Feb 2014
"Dear Mr. Mouse,
I understand that you're just trying to keep warm, and you're welcome to stay under the couch. But please refrain from coming into Daniels room or running under my feet when I'm in the house. Thank you. Amen."
"Did you just "amen" the mouse?"
"Yes. I have a very pantheistic view of the world, therefore the mouse is an extension of God and it makes perfect sense that I would end with "Amen.""
"What if the mouse is an atheist?"
"Well then maybe he'll still be flattered that I would think so highly of him."
"Or maybe you'll have ****** him off."
I laid awake in bed until the early hours of the morning, and every sound I heard that night was the pitter patter of little mouse feet- he had received the letter, and, being horribly offended, was coming to exact his revenge.
B Young Oct 2015
Does creativity spring[?]
boundless
from the well of the abyss,
so we can sing.

When you crawl up out of that well and
up my ankles up my
jeans
up over knee hills
through thigh valleys.

Reach a finger tentatively
approaching
my hidden alley,
a dark moonlit crater you're
encroaching.

My Annabelle.
My Annabelle
Lee.
Hate me later,
love me now,
then
take your leave.

Perpetually pantheistic
endless cycles keeping man
in a vast panorama of
meaningless[?] accomplishments.

Is this it?

We are embryos patiently awaiting our birth.      

We are gods,
each
awaiting our flock of faithful followers.

We are embryos awaiting birth.
Filmore Townsend Sep 2015
taking place at bar after rare occurrence of
an early night. ordered a single whisky and tall beer.
the drunkard opposite found agreement in the random
statements i interjected between him and blonde bartender.
cheaesing his Miller to my whiskey because of false-statement
passed through these winter-warped lips. cheersing, to words
that are false belief. if only to retain him to placated  stupor.
opened book of Style, left-to-right this hand underlining sentences
and rectifying the self-criticism ever present. talking louder,
   'i just don't hear as well as i once could.'
he orders another but sends it to vacant chair adjacent mine.
stumbling, moving from his ritual spot. sitting, he claims
his upbringing as Southern Baptist. after i announced the
denomination to my rearing in childhood.
   'you're a christian, good.'    but
i don't have the heart to elaborate upon the crazed and
pantheistic beliefs i hold in truth.
   'you were baptized and saved?'    i lied,
for truth is my soul will burn in hell according to this man's
-- self-proclaimed sinner -- drunkenly spewed theological underst-
atments. his words slur as he falls into elaboration of Bible conspiracies.
adding a few
   '*****'
                      here and there,
and always in concern of his opinion of Muslims -- awkward.
my boss in background chimes; we had a similar conversation
moments before. now my words betray everything stated during
prior moment. i order another beer then excuse myself to ****.
orig: 020914
Amit Pokhrel Sep 2018
The ordinates concealed in your infinitesimal rationale
Insufficiencies portraying vestibules in your feverish attires
Every new soul you see makes you feel homeless
Dizzying altitudes you feel inside the depth of cavities
Indifference on pain and sufferings you crave for
And,
Hell; you feel inside grandeurs of perspectives
Hate; for the dearth of adulation on you
Liken Gaia could have never taught you of your frailty
Postulation of Karma and de-carnation of meanings made you converted
You were on the path of revolt
Against, say, cosmos!

Every symbolic gestures remind me of your meddlings
Penultimate; utter grievance of never ending poignancy
The night sky could have never baffled about your existence
Palpitation could have never made you shiver
But you have cried,
Of your loneliness!

Say,
A tiny fraction of clairvoyance I gave
Pulled you down into the puddle of wanderings
Instigation of a melody; created the symphony
A mere touch; drenched you into the silken lake
I spoke for your heart and you praised
Then, I gave you love but I got caged

How could I have done whatever you wished?

Since nobody knows,
The culminating dichotomy of your pantheistic ideas,
And of a maggot growing inside you
Breathless desires governing your feet,
And the time falsifying your plutonic ancestry
Mosaic glittering over your virtuous self,
And the tapestry of vanity covering your abysses
Depleting number of Hordes and Tartars fighting for your existence,
And devalued meaning of your modern-self

All those songs that never could soothe you
Teeny panting of your blasphemous heart
Multitude of distances you travelled
Series of condemnation bouncing between you and me
Your fleeting poverty
Your affections on materials
Like you die the death of pertinence
Love shall never please you

Nonchalant, over the,
Embargo you created on the faith
And the game you created on the bliss
But you shall never win
Since, you are a mere human soul
Bless you!!
jeffrey robin Sep 2013
Fleeting

The glimpse of  the freckled face behind
The screen door

••

The way to the river twists thru the forest

---

Images of pantheistic gods and goddesses

Are there

To guide you on

•••

The freckled face
The smile

Did you see it?

••
Do you love me?

I'm your friend

••

The high mountain has been bombed to ruins

All the cities are in flames

••

Be YE the wise child of tomorrow

•••

Standing in the center of the storm

•••

In the middle of the madness

The only place

YE can't be harmed
Don't talk to me about religion
I just don't want to know
All of the species and their origin
Who goes upstairs and who below

In a pantheistic universe
I don't know which God is true
Which one is better, which one worse ?
Who's God is better than whose ?

It doesn't really matter which is real
We are all responsible for ourselves
For what we think, for what we feel
We can't blame it on anyone else

I think that the only need for religion
Is to back up those who are weak
Who don't allow themselves an opinion
Rely on an authority for how they dare speak

All the wars over all​ of the years
From the Crusades, right up until now
All of the deaths and all of the tears
Surely could have been avoided somehow
I
Michael John Jun 2021
i am inspired
by time and
by the sparrows

i am inspired by
bugs
(i can not find)

-also communal
desire
fire

the power of
minds
napolean coste

trees
afternoon tea
dostoyevski

the pantheistic
nature of
the universe

polite people
some smile
miles

and miles
the sky
you and i

i am inspired
by leonard cohen
by bill and ben

the beginning
the end
and the little

bit betwixt
twix
cold milk

the word
ilk
elk

and whelks
kindness
the same

differences
obscure
references

i am inspired by
knowledge
(mahap,

my lack
there of)
the edges

of stuff
love
(but not

doughnuts)
snowdrifts
if,buts

and maybe
aunty mary
getting on

inspiration
never ending
never..
Michael John Apr 2018
we danced around the may pole
though it usually rained
i gazed up at the falling rain
and considered god´ s soul..

open parenthesis....ribbons of red white and blue
what jingoistic sentiment had to
do with pantheistic beauty
i did not know..close parenthesis..

still,the grace of the little children
something old and something new
sometimes the sun shone
how sweet the circle grew..!
Michael John Dec 2022
i

i have forgot lily,
her eyes flashed
ravens alight
capture a vision..
in her wakening,
where i hid our
grass last night..
***** *** ****
beauty of
the first light
love thirsts
see her pale
pale skin
her black eye
dawn
the milkman
a sparrow
a horn..
dew..

ii

where o could it be?
wreck the place
mother-f..
she sleeps..
i watch her
her timeless beauty

iii

she is-
little sparrow
brave warrior
first kiss-
snoring, so i go
looksy..!

iv

how to begin
i am not comfortable
with such emotion
amazing how quickly
one goes from
rational human to mad thing
i think i bet she got
it..
this is how it goes..
over the years
hiding holes like love have grown
begin with the walls
o bring them down somewhere obvious
i will return
and she will be burning what pain-
down the couch
or new place
a reconstruction of
the night before
science
or blind anger
which spirals
purple faced
into hopeless tears
and wander
down the bar...

v

no quarter
said the warrior
a pint of lager
i love her

though it is
war
long periods
of boring

by mad action
dividing fractions
well,that was years
before..

how time goes
sweet armistice
(the left is
not what it was..)

but i am
happier
(could nt get no
******* sadder..)

on the positive
i turned out
to be a wizard
sometimes..

it is a case
of where to look
magic could be youtube
or books

writing and
colours
and a little
pointy hat

rats
lol
alakazam!
secret words..

vi

meanwhile
lily awakens-
the kraken
rises

from icy depth
smokes the last
of the grass and
she is herself

she is bit
paint a bit
red bit
red white black

yellow
in a mondrian
o
back to bed

soul mining
cohen
red wine
cosy..

vii

home comes thee
wizard..!?
of dark aspect
respect needed

happy but...
first a further
search
searcher!

secret powers
are on
pagan
hand

the body has
a memory
(he can not bear
the cooker

it is white
and sinister)
to gather the lost
we must dream

lily sings-
what you doing
my man,
looking for something..

(like a dream
a poem within
a poem)
when my heart

is full of love
all for you
my merlin
right here

now o!
a cry yonder
i found a bit of red-leb
from years before

the morning
a dove in flight
our pantheistic
pair

in arm and arm
fair in fair
what you been doing
painting..
Michael John Jan 2022
there is faith for
all
a pantheistic
ball

love-hate
birth-death
a tree
easy-peasy!
Michael John Aug 2020
if the bird
in the agave
ceased
where should
i be?

(so,
dead, long,
long,
ago..)

word,
if conferred
amid
the congress

one great
unbroken
thud
delectable

we
wonderful
before
the pantheistic

nature of
all..
(as it began
tweet)
Michael John Sep 2
i

what of the spider
do you fear, lily,
no more than the whale

a question of circumstance
and scale..
phobia is irrational

or there is an older tale
break a leg and dinner
for you-know-who..

ii

easy to see them evil
nature and devil
synonymous..

we south paws do
that pantheistic shuffle
and adore the stars..
Michael John Jun 21
i

today is the solstice
lily,what shall we do?
light a candle or two
join our minds

with the world-
the great festival of light!
together we are might!?
energy enfolds-

are we not one?
little bits
of the pantheistic universe..

ii

shoes were by down fall..
(anecdote alert)
they would n´t let me on

the plane-(are we not
to have a good time?)
thanks to the pilot..

i see myself at king´s cross
in t-shirt and shorts
the captain´s shoes..

minus two-
cold and broke
with-out a smoke..

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