Short Pagans Poems

A Muslim is
Another Muslim’s brother –
Pagans are their cousins!...

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How does paganism 
Answer Job? Too many gods. 
Would they all agree?...

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How does paganism 
Answer Job? Too many gods. 
Would they all agree?

How do pagan gods 
Answer Job? Many voices. 
Would they all agree?...

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They're pagans on ice with wood sticks
And maximum pain each inflicts
But Saint Patrick knows
God prefers trios
Like three-leaf shamrocks and hat tricks...

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We here all of these songs, and their beautiful....
Tis what appeals to the here as now; these secular 
Eyes cast within a pagans, prize ? Her world which lies....

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Thus will the pagans party
knowing cold cannot
defeat their sun
cheer wildly
as lengthening shadows
strain
to touch the symbol
of their joy
once more mark
the return
of their sun

John G. Lawless
12/21/2020...

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VIKINGS STRIKING

Savage, barbarian pagans who plundered, killed and raped
Still In bloody garments of war, around their women draped
Made erotic love before battles that raged
Wave after wave of terror they waged
Of late through media of TV, have become famed...

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 Haven't you heard
the Angel's songs:
The voices of saints,
blended with beggers,
and suffused with pagans?
From the time before Christ,
the power of the chorus
moving mountains and
changing the course of the mightiest rivers
Through time and space.
The sounds that must be
Discovered in silence....

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Watching dimples three piece proudly strolling past
Another judicial gladiator of theirs to mark these times ?
Silken bunny butts with pom poms short skirts a brief case
Prairie dogs circling his courthouse licking at stains from white....
Cloaks in black robes her pagans silver badge the creature takes it's stand....

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Seconds hunger
 days unweaned
compression fracture
broken dreams

Minutes uncounted
hours unnamed
 Humptiest Dumpty
in pieces again

Yahweh once spoken
reason besieged
tokens in exile
pagans to grieve

One for the money
two when it’s shown
oracle harlot
—cursed and dethroned

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)...

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Suzerain; proximities pontifical glares.... 

As intensity growls its pagans bionic breath?!

In pseudos communique exhaling this mojoes 

Agitation; truths sheer anticipation adorned in illumination 

Amid vestures of golden grace bejeweled with, inversive bows....

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....“Sunlit Halos” ~...

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When Jane Valentine wears black
Her curves are like the Mona Lisa
Yellowed by the centuries.

Reign with confetti of shock,
Pagans!

When Jane Valentine wears black
An empress from some classic Italian night
Surfaces once again.

Reign shock, Pagans!

And the beauty of Jane Valentine in black
Impales through my heart a venom doused spear.
Sweet, velvet shock,
Pagans!...

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Deluge of valleys into lakes and seas
caused chaos as Noah and sons observe
man, plants and animals losing their ease.
God whose truth and justice struck a raw nerve, 
when the mighty flood took its nasty curve.
The pagans who had laughed at Noah’s ark
met their death in dodging God’s clear benchmark. 
Sovereign God offered mercy’s gangway
as builders preached clearly how to embark
grace in the Valley of Moral Decay.
...

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Bright light, small city.

People here are filled with pity.

People here have false hopes.

People here are hooked on dope.

People here are believing in false teaching.

People here are worshipping any and everything.

The pagans are huger than the one's in Vegas.

Whatever is said and done here doesn't stay.

The bright light wants to shine, but not many,

In this small city is wanting to walk or walking

In the bright light divine.



1-7-11...

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The first drop—an instantaneous plunge
Into another world,
blushing, warm, and welcome

Dazed and daydreaming,
My taste buds singing,
My palette bathed in smooth softness,

My soul turns bright and whole,
Full dark with barley juice,
And happy Irish cream,

And as I raise my glass to Bacchus,
and curse the sober world,
So gray and plain and dead,

I hug and cling to chaos,
So colorful and free,
And dance and dream like pagans do,
Until the music dies....

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(I)
I am the very tip of
Byzantium’s jagged lance,
the bridge between
our forefather's fall
and the luminosity of the
our sons' golden age

(II)
I am the
Antiochian knight
burdened by
Mehmet’s yoke,
my torch
blazes with a
Varangian ire
that turns pagans and
satyrs, robed in
postmodern depravity,
into stone

(III)
My tale unravels
on cobbled pathways
mirroring Hagia Sophia’s spires,
beckoning before the
celestial halo –
apotheosis veiled by
dawn’s icy veneer...

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