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 Feb 2018 Cam
Eric the Red
Lucky
 Feb 2018 Cam
Eric the Red
‘You’re lucky...’
I told her
‘Why am I lucky?’
She asked

‘You’re lucky the stars are far out of reach...because if they weren’t, I’d bring one out of the nightsky
everynight...just for you...’
 Feb 2018 Cam
Eric the Red
The Fire
 Feb 2018 Cam
Eric the Red
On some days it won’t
Need tending to
We can watch the smoke
Billow & Reach
To the sky
Embers mixed with night

Other days it’ll be at the end
Of our wick
And it’ll seem like it’s dying
Just a whisper of light
We won’t like those days
But we’ll get through them
We always do

And some days will have
Blindness
Darkness
And we’ll need to feel it
Each other
Closer
‘Come warm yourself...’

But the best days
Will be when it seems
Like the world is alight
By our love
&
I’ll kiss every inch of your
Cindered
Skin
Wanting to be burnt
Alongside you

And hell won’t be of any surprise
Because I’d have been
With you...
 Feb 2018 Cam
Catrina
We had a lot of fun

When we were together

I'll never forget

I'll always remember


The laughs that we shared

The dreams that we had

But those dreams changed

And they left me sad


I know you've moved on

And found someone new

But I have to admit

I still wish for you


This isn't healthy for me

I really need to stop

When I think about our past

My heart wants to pop


So as I say my last goodbye

I want you to know

That I'm trying my best

To learn to just let go
 Feb 2018 Cam
Eric the Red
There’ll be a moment
Maybe mid 30s
Maybe mid 40s
Maybe your whole life
Where you stop
Gaining things
Money
Knowledge
Friendships
Loves
And you start
Losing them
Money in your accounts
Knowledge lost on deadend jobs
Friendships that you outgrew
&
Loves

The burial of parents
The ‘We’ll always know each other
Become just another thing
You lose
The
Hello
&
Goodbye
 Feb 2018 Cam
Krista DelleFemine
My reaction is to your poem
The poem I am reacting to
Before leaving a comment
I'm not gonna read
All your other poems
To know what kind of person you are
Your reaction to my reaction is unreasonable
 Feb 2018 Cam
Krista DelleFemine
Never trust a man who tells you he has never measured his *****
 Feb 2018 Cam
Pagan Paul
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For some it is a poetic crime
to ever use an imperfect rhyme.
As the Emperor of enunciation
I embrace differing pronunciation.
So chain not words up in a prison
let them go with their own rhythm.
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© Pagan Paul (Sept 2015)
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Old poem I found in a notebook, previously unpublished.
I think I wrote it for another site where there were
a lot of snobbish 'academic' poets.
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 Feb 2018 Cam
Pagan Paul
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I travelled the lands out to the West,
of all the cities I am most impressed,
with Melk, by mountains and sea it rests,
ruled by the Queen, Lyenna of Cressed.

Her beauty is famed throughout the land,
with many suitors for her vacant hand,
none of whom will ever understand,
she will marry only her own hearts plan.

I met Lyenna in her Palace of Green,
and my eyes saw beauty they had never seen,
so mysterious and delicate this foreign Queen,
seductive and distant with charms unseen.

Invited to an audience within the walls,
how could I not reply to this royal call,
these affairs tend towards a chaotic squall,
a chance to meet a Queen in her Great Hall.

“Lord Pagan of Poetica, I'm pleased to meet you,
its so nice for me to personally greet you”.
Her soft voice designed just to defeat you,
her ravishing beauty on show to unseat you.

With reddened cheeks I was able to say
“Its my pleasure indeed to meet you this day,
though the ground is cold and the sky is grey,
your presence brings the warm sun my way”.

My charm raised a blush and a smile,
she was happy to tarry with me awhile,
in the gardens we must have walked a mile,
her suitors barely concealing jealousy and bile.

Then Queen Lyenna whispered a secret to me,
she was waiting for a man from across the sea,
until he came she would hold on with assurity,
to her chastity, her love and her purity.

Her confidence in me was by no means assuaged,
but her secret I keep dear like an animal caged,
as deep within a raw and primal fire still raged,
I felt this moment could not have been better staged.

Her shy request to become my lover,
gifting to me what she would give no other,
my desire and lust I could no longer cover,
my heart was hers, no longer for another.

Disillusioned with the men in her land,
refusing them all she had made her stand,
not acquiescing to what her father planned,
the smile in her eyes said “I've got my man”.


From 'Selected Works'
by Lord Pagan of Poetica


© Pagan Paul (08/02/18)
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