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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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...
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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 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 Word Walks
The Word Walks
moves upon bridges
vibrating spun light
to plant seeds
toppling an empire
of ancient
institutionalized slavery
atrocity cultism
idolism barbarianism
to topple a world of hedonists
to topple a world of pagan worship
to topple a world of emperor worship
to topple a world of mammon worship
The Word Walks
moves upon bridges
vibrating spun light
poem by Terence George Craddock
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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 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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I belong to the middle class that grew up very influenced by the Catholic church. The people of the novel are from a more pagan and practical world in which the Christianity is just a veneer.
quote by John McGahern
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Miles To Go (Before I Sleep)
I would walk to the edge of the universe for you
Paint you a crimson sunset over sheltering skies
I could learn all the world dialects for you
Whisper sonnets in your ear discovering truth
I could never worship pagan gods around me
I will only follow the path that leads me to you baby... always
Every step I take for you
I will always defend
song performed by by Celine Dion from Let's Talk About Love
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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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In 1066
The seed of fertility,
The rituals of pagan worship,
The story of Yahnah and the great fish!
But a lie is the opposite of the truth.
These preachers want sinners money,
These preachers proclaim false doctrine,
And Satan has the whole world deceived!
For, they lied with their tongues.
Manhood, womanhood, childhood;
They ate and they were well-fed,
But, you can't live forever on food and vitamins!
And like the acts of pagan worshipping people;
But Satan knows the truth and, she only wants her glory.
Mankind has chosen to go the way of Satan!
So look around you and you will see many examples;
With primitive marriage rites in the land of my muse! !
But the Normans invaded England in 1066,
And they introduced the muse of 'the Lord of Misrule' to them.
The way of Cain,
The way of pain,
The way of gain,
The way of chains;
And like the Yule logs and candles which belongs to the Norse tradition!
But be very strong like'Yahshua Ben Nun',
For the words of this writer are in poetic passages.
The Ten Commandments were engraved on stones,
But sin is so beautiful to many in this world! !
And the world is now with empty dreams;
For the wrong things of life are stronger than ever!
Like a river,
When i called, no one answered;
Like a poet,
But the breasts of her consolations had eluded many!
Ans, she delivered a male child.
By the River Chebar!
When i spoke, no one listened;
But it will be like a reproach and a proverb;
With sweet smelling cinnamon from the voice of joy!
This is like an offereing made by fire!
With sweet smelling cane;
And to make artistic designs for my love´r,
But the world today is like a taunt and a curse!
For, mankind has chosen the way of Satan.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Saga Of Freedom Complete
How is freedom conceived?
How is freedom won?
Freedom
is won
by common
people
with sudden
instantaneous
veneration
sacred sacrifice
uncommon
courage
uncommon
passion
hero lineage.
What is the nature of moments of heroic conception?
How is freedom born?
Freedom costs
paid for in birth blood
courage labour fear
a confusing scary tale
a violent revolution time
for many caught within
conflict situations
surge tragic events.
Freedom is bright hope
dream of a better tomorrow
for ourselves our children.
What is freedom a liberation from?
Freedom is a liberation from greed.
Freedom is putting
the needs of many
before bean counting
profit
privileges
of a few
who can never
amass
enough wealth
or share prosperity
to enrich an entire
community,
city, nation
an entire world.
How can freedom stretch as an ideal to embrace all humanity?
Freedom is birthright stretching liberation.
Freedom
is stretching heart
stretching mind
giving
empowering
ordinary people
so that
they may
help others
and help
themselves
also.
How can freedom from fear anger revenge be attained?
Freedom liberation from emotional overload is attained in Holy Spirit.
Freedom from fear
anger revenge
freedom to hope
to love
to rebuild
to remain true
to self
to all humanity
against all odds
with faith
love of
humanity
raised up
as an ideal
to be aspired to.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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3 Days And 3 Nights
Pagan antiquity,
And of the traditions of the world;
But many still do not know how to count 3 days and 3 nights.
72 hours exactly makes up 3 days and 3 nights,
So why are you now being deceived by the traditions of this world?
For the truth is always bitter to the masses.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fear is Everywhere You look
Everyone has a fear
They don’t even know where it comes from
Fear is everywhere you don’t have to look
There are fears that scare little kids
Like the dark or the monster in the closet
But without fear the world would fall into darkness
There are some people that fear other people
And some that fear water
But a lot of people fear the end of the world
There are people that do not have any fear
They are the people that are different
Even if they hide their fears from humanity
I am someone that is different
But I will tell you my fear
And that is
The fear of my friends dying first
I could not live with out my friends
A man once told me that fear is away to run
Show no fear even in the eyes of the end
Fear is everywhere you look
I told you my fear
I think that you have a fear too
But if you dare to tell
That is your choose
I do not control you
I have said that fear is everywhere you look
What is your worst fear? ? ?
I will not judge you if you tell! ! !
poem by Thomas Henderson
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The Christian fear of the pagan outlook has damaged the whole consciousness of man.
quote by David Herbert Lawrence
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Remembrance Sunday 2001
That war word, has been given meaning yet again,
As we meet in the shadow of the twin towers
Seeking to remember those who died
In what seems so long ago, freedom remains illusive.
Freedom from fear, freedom to speak, freedom to worship.
So on this day, we say our thanks, with gratitude
To the names etched here long ago.
Remember with pride the sacrifice they made for us
Remember to the young who fight today
To keep that flame of freedom lit
Throughout our world, for all people
Remember to that single sacrifice
On a hill outside Jerusalem,
The one who called the world to love
Whose words inspire today’s, humanity
To seek that which is the ultimate power
To love your neighbour as yourself
The greatest challenge of all.
To become powerless, in a world
That seeks for power by domination
poem by James Tipp
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Re-warder
Yahweh is a re-warder of those who diligently seek Him!
So do not learn the ways of the heathen;
Because the worldly preachers who claim to follow the Scripture are,
Much afraid to comdemn the Pagan Custom Practices! !
And the world goes on with the influences of Satan around us all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Never Say Die
Down fell the stars, as they
Splashed into the sea.
"Mi nomine Baphomet",
Come dance with me.
Sacrifice the virgins,
Spiritual rites.
Their master's time has come,
The moon is full tonight.
Drinking, dancing,
They worship, and toast
The devil, who's watching,
With demon's remote.
Fire, rising,
Racing in your blood.
Possessed, naive,
His service is done.
Bloody blasphemy.
Sinister's the word,
As the demon's take their fill.
An orgy's taking place,
Human blood will spill.
An act of worship,
As they conceive the ghouls.
Satan has their souls,
They sing pagan tunes.
The ceremony,
Is sure to be cursed.
They ask for his blessings,
But, down comes the worst.
Their bodies, soulless,
A corpse from the grave.
Their minds are helpless,
And, no-one can save
No-on can save them
song performed by by Megadeth
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Bad Omen
Down fell the stars, as they
Splashed into the sea.
Mi nomine baphomet,
Come dance with me.
Sacrifice the virgins,
Spiritual rites.
Their masters time has come,
The moon is full tonight.
Drinking, dancing,
They worship, and toast
The devil, whos watching,
With demons remote.
Fire, rising,
Racing in your blood.
Possessed, naive,
His service is done.
Bloody blasphemy.
Sinisters the word,
As the demons take their fill.
An orgys taking place,
Human blood will spill.
An act of worship,
As they conceive the ghouls.
Satan has their souls,
They sing pagan tunes.
The ceremony,
Is sure to be cursed.
They ask for his blessings,
But, down comes the worst.
Their bodies, soulless,
A corpse from the grave.
Their minds are helpless,
And, no-one can save
No-on can save them
song performed by by Megadeth
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