Paul Butters Poems

That faithful dog is waiting at your door,
Bursting with unconditional Love.
He (or she)is pining
For your arrival.
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Rise up with passion,
Rise up with joy.
Rise up with Love
That can never cloy.
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The sun shines into my lounge:
Golden reflection
Making me feel good.
I glimpse blue skies
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Did The Universe exist
Before it was seen
By us?
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Authors moan of Writer's Block:
They can't unpick their inner lock.
A black expanse is all they see
Their rhymes are but a tragedy.
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We send up mighty telescopes into space,
Seeking another Earth
In some Goldilocks zone
Around another star.
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Iambic pentameters form a verse,
And assonating vowels make a rhyme.
The beating of my heart is echoed here:
A symph'ny played to perfect, pulsing time.
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The battle is minutes away.

George shudders with anxiety, the adrenalin pumping as he approaches the ring.
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The spider weaves his wicked web,
A spinning fury, ‘bove my head.
He hangs, a menacing fist of fur.
Of any movement he’s aware.
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Any Questions?
The perfect way to start a lesson,
Or Poem
Even.
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