A Pagan Place
How did he come here?
Who gave him the key?
Slipped it in his hand
So secretly
And who put the colour
Like lines on his face?
Brought him here
To a pagan place
Now who shot his arrow?
How high did it fly?
When he tipped it with poison
Did he even know why?
What unseen hand
Brought him face to face to face to face with
All this and more
In a pagan place?
Come into my parlour
Sail in at my shore
Drink my soul dry
There is always more
There is always more after now
Fly on my carpet
Look into my face
See the heart of man
In a pagan
In a pagan
In a pagan
In a pagan
In a pagan
Pagan...
song performed by by Waterboys
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Pagan Baby
Pagan baby, wont you walk with me?
Pagan baby, come on home with me.
Pagan baby, take me for a ride.
Roll me, baby, roll your big, brown eyes.
Yeah! ooh! ooh!
Pagan baby, let me make your name.
Drive it, baby, drive your big love game.
Pagan baby, what you got, I need.
Dont be savin, spread your love on me.
Aah! mm-mm-mm!
Pagan baby, now wont you rock with me?
Pagan baby, lay your love on me.
Yeah, yeah!
Aah! hey, hey!
Aah! hey! yeah!
Hey! hey! haaaaaaay!
song performed by by Creedence Clearwater Revival
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Anammelech
They have a mixture oif the worship of Yahweh and that of the Pagan Gods!
For they really love their Pagan Gods and Godesses;
And their respective pagan customs are leading them into the paths of the dark bush,
But, who can tell them the truth?
For i am Anammelech in the land of my muse in search of the truth always;
So, tell me if you've found the right way that leads to the Path of the Truth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Pagan Place
Jer Bear and Mikey Mouse,
smoked pot in Pagan house.
Pagan house had bugs inside,
and rats that crawled the sides,
now this is where I used to reside.
Spider woman lived below me
with clothes black and white,
and Top Dog in front house
blasting radio into the night.
It was the Pagan House with
Stories that were a disgrace,
it was a weird and crazy place.
My pup Shieka was stolen on
The sidewalk,
across from the table where
I used to talk…to Lu Lu who
told me a thing or two.
Luckily Sheikee my new pup
showed up,
Just that week,
she was shy and meek.
These were my best memories,
on Ocean Breeze.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.7,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Pagan Place
Jer Bear and Mikey Mouse,
smoked pot in Pagan house.
Pagan house had bugs inside,
and rats that crawled the sides,
now this is where I used to reside.
Spider woman lived below me
with clothes black and white,
and Top Dog in front house
blasting radio into the night.
It was the Pagan House with
Stories that were a disgrace,
it was a weird and crazy place.
My pup Shieka was stolen on
The sidewalk,
across from the table where
I used to talk…to Lu Lu who
told me a thing or two.
Luckily Sheikee my new pup
showed up,
Just that week,
she was shy and meek.
These were my best memories,
on Ocean Breeze.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.7,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Poem #017, Sonnet #6: I, The Pagan
The world has fallen through, a stunning fall,
And sick humanity cannot arise
But, I the pagan, who has raised a wall,
‘Tween God and me, how can I agonize?
The world is sunken deep in phantom faiths
Pathetic people magnify their fear
But I, the pagan, idolize no wraiths
Of man's crippled conception, foul and queer,
The world is locked in doctrines pitiable
And man is glad in gilded slavery
Yet I, the pagan, ne'er lamentable,
Delight in freedom, bask in blasphemy
Because it's me whom I am keen to laud
Self-worship, and my self my only god!
Beirut
October 11th 1987
poem by Samer Madbak
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The pipes of Christmas past
The thistle-down rises
On the north winds blast
Old Scotland calls the pipes
The pipes of Christmas past
Snow on the snow fleeced-land
Where the grouse run rich
With the golden-hare
Beyond the fox's caverns lair
Beyond the Mull of Kintyre
Beyond the Irish sea
The pagan wood and the pagan tree
Is the heart world of Christianity?
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Pagan Worship
The Sun God is Sunday and the Moon Goddess is Monday,
The Tyr God is Tuesday and the Odin God is Wednesday,
The Thor God is Thursday and the Frigga Goddess is Friday,
And Saturday is the God Saturn! !
But it is better for us to learn from the truth always.
Pagan Worship,
And of the history of man gone by;
With pagan doctrines around us today,
For the OBELISK is all around us!
That is the ancient symbol of the worship of the Sun God (Helios) ,
And the Satue of Liberty is the reflection of the Colossus of Rhodes;
So learn the truth and be very free with your mind;
For the Great Statue of the God Zeus is at Olympia! ! !
And it has translated itself today to what we call the Olympic Games.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Lady With The Snakes
She lives down the street
Her snakes are sticky her eyes are blue
Should you feel an urge a lady to meet
Be careful and cover your butterfly tattoo
Her nails are pagan her hair is a dragon
Spitting out fire around her hearth
Her fingers and toes enamel polished
Her nails are pagan her hair is a dragon
Her eyes are light only when it’s dark
She’s been like that since the day of birth
Living with the king who never abolished
Time slavery to a wide accursed earth
She claims insanity a DNA mark
A DNA excuse for a DNA abuse
A throne turned down into a knee
Invisible crown her clones only see
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Instead of being near a pagan you rather be near an animal.
One Being Brought From Africa To America
'TWAS mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought now knew,
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
'Their colour is a diabolic die.'
Remember, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain,
May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.
poem by Phillis Wheatley
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There is something Pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
quote by Byron
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The calmest person in the room is always the most powerful.
quote by Eben Pagan
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Everyone would like to behave like a pagan, with everyone else behaving like a Christian.
quote by Albert Camus
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On Being Brought from Africa to America
'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
"Their colour is a diabolic die."
Remember, Christians, Negro's, black as Cain,
May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.
poem by Phillis Wheatley
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Scratch the Christian and you find the pagan - spoiled.
quote by Israel Zangwill
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There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
quote by Lord Byron
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Let this pilgrim's sin, inaugurate
Unnerve! Mine-eye
That I might, see!
That hand that stirs...
Upon an unequivocal sky and sea;
Lead me through that lowly pastoral gate.
Let this nomad's world abate.
His pagan heart that still incurs
A nonetheless same fate;
He who's nightfall is far from dark
He that a brims the stars black golden art
In his ordnance of grace
Show thy non illusory, immaculate,
Stonemasonairy, despotic, face!
Unleash thy duel forked lightning.
Scythe mine nomads world, abate:
Let this pilgrim's sin, inaugurate.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Christianity has made of death a terror which was unknown to the gay calmness of the Pagan.
It looked like a pagan banner planted on a Christian rampart.
quote by Douglas Reed
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