Paul Moosberg

Paul Moosberg Poems

Put up a splash of Christmas spirit
Put in a dash of love
Stir up the sounds ‘till you can hear it
Sing out to those you love
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MY Autism’s a world inside of my mind
LANGUAGE in image, picture in rhyme
SPEAKING the word to which I am blind
PICTURES of echo, sounds of mime
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Must I know what I write down
Meaningless or meaning found
Making poem, don’t know how
Must I know what I write down
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Fragrance of flowers, Soul mates in pair
Running with romance, Taking loves dare
Making the moments, Without despair
Smiles of sunshine, Blossoming air
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Pink’s pretty passion, Red’s re-revelries
Blue’s babbling brook, Green’s gracefully glee
Purple’s past presence, Orange's overseas
Yellow’s young yearning, your Love sets me free
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I say I'm not a poet, For like of which I know it,
Rhymes absurd in metered word,
Describing not a poet
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Social situations,
With ways that make me shake
Social inhibitions,
With ways of bringing ache
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I wake up in the night
From perceptions in my sight
Inventions and poems to be
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Autistic thoughts in person,
Can run a rue in haze
While autistic thoughted people,
Construct routine in days
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Sprinkles in reality
Holding loved ones near
Routines running rapidly
More than one can peer
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I see the pictures through my sign
Of painting code while colored blind
He knew to well and drew a line
Da Vinci complex, here to find
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I want to take that star
And own it in a box
Block all spectrums far
To lock rebinding shocks
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Debate and rate
With added weight
While patterns picked
Associate
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I never speak
My spoken word
Never is said
Nor ever heard
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I weep and reap a heap of hope
For us to figure wise
We use, abuse, and muse to make
The truths of mental highs
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I question in ways when papered to word
That pleasure the days to measures unheard

I come to realize an invention that lies
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A picture says a thousand words
My mind is always seeking

Lack of sound from nothing heard
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Just figuring up i have autism.
asperger's to be exact.
And seems i can guide my mind at times.
While they tend to lend in rythmic blends,
I have a point inside them.
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All the magical ways
With the magic of days
My soul is soaring for you
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A world, in my view
My real, is okay
A view, splits into
My worlds’, on display
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Paul Moosberg Biography

Yeah i have a book: Is This What This Is ISBN # 1-58998-449-8 Autistic and confused, like being shined on by darkness? Every last one of my poems are written in the last few months (since Mar-Apr 06) . I just figured up I was autistic then. Asperger’s to be exact. well I took some IQ test.140-160 ish, and my IQ runs circles around my mind. and I am trying to find who and what I am. most the time I wish I could just stop thinking! it is my plague, I can't stop reinventing patterns of interest to entice the intent of my mind. while I can't find out why I do the things I do (I wish I could!) I seem to find different ways of guiding my mind instead of letting it lead me. but some people have also helped me apply graphical filters of sort (they don't completely work, but kinda) for dealing with social situations, emotions, etc. (I shake excessively in social situations? not sure why?) I guess I am just insane, since I can never think of just one thought EVER! like I work on 5-15 poems at any given time. and as I said before, I never wrote poetry but these last few months. and it seems my abilities of guiding my autistic mind can shine through my poetry. while it doesn't shine through most of my life. since I ramble and speak in tangents (like rain main, but I am in-between rainman and normal people.) so when I 'shutdown' or freak out, it is even more difficult on me due to the fact that I have an understanding of reality. although I seem to love patterns, the universe, physics, inventing things, reinventing things (it just happens?) , sub atomics, filtration systems for viruses, new future computing abilities of plug and play bios clusters, along with modular ejectable cpu units that may run without any peripherals and would be able to swap and upgrade a laptop without throwing away all of the screen, batteries, and other gunk that the tree huggers don't want us to throw away. washing machines for clothing only and HAVE ONLY EVER THROUGHOUT ALL OF TIME work with one hand. example, take an object of weight. put it in one hand and hold it out. you have 1 point of interactions with said object. well take your other hand and hold the object. MUCH EASIER TO HOLD IT! ! huh? why do washing machines full of water and wet clothing only use one point (one hand) one could say that if they used two points (two hands) then they would have less entropy due to stress and load balancing across two points. so a washing machine with two points, how is that possible? well cut the door out of the curved part of the drum instead of the flat part of the drum being open. done, now you can make a washing machine that uses the flat parts (like the top and bottom of a Pepsi, or can, etc) and have two effective points of control. see I can't stop thinking, from the instant I wake up to the second I go to sleep. plus my poetry seems to help me ignore my autistic headaches, meaning if I am concentrating on 15 different perceptions of poetry and imagery inside my mind. I can ignore the pains in my head/brain. but the more I think the more tired I feel, like I run 30 miles everyday, and yet I don't even have a job, and don't workout, and don't really do much in the way of moving.I feel like a stupid autistic fool, who just won't go away. because I understand that this entire message is one autistically written message. with horrible spelling, and the focus upon my perceptions seem to jump instantaneously as you can probably note by reading this. but I am trying, it just doesn't work that much yet. I would be surprised if anyone made it this far in this message. I imagine most people don't want to hear my stupid autistic ranting that go on and on. seeing as how I don't always want to think them since they go on and on.)

The Best Poem Of Paul Moosberg

Christmas Spirit

Put up a splash of Christmas spirit
Put in a dash of love
Stir up the sounds ‘till you can hear it
Sing out to those you love

Christmas, Christmas, you can fill me
Up with Christmas cheer
Christmas, Christmas, you fulfill my
Spirit every year

Toss up a mash of extra magic
Toss in a batch of love
Let up the lights with random logic
Look out for sleighs above

Santa, Santa, can I have it
Please I’ve been so good
Santa, Santa, please I beg you
Please oh if you would

Get up a clash of Christmas color
Get in a catch of love
Set up and show the shiny decor
Shout out with Christmas love

Listen, listen, you can see it
Spirit everywhere
Listen, listen, you can do it
Spread it out and share

Put up a splash of Christmas spirit
Put in a dash of love
Stir up the sounds ‘till you can hear it
Sing out to those you love

Christmas, Christmas, you can fill me
Up with Christmas cheer
Christmas, Christmas, you fulfill my
Spirit every year

Paul Moosberg Comments

Serge Vankevich 26 July 2019

Paul, could you, please read a message I sent you. Sincerely, Serge V.

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Paul R. Wilson 23 August 2013

I have read his entire collection and keep coming back to it still. He is an inspiration to us all. I'm sure many of us, like me, can relate to his situation. People with disabilities are discriminated against in all countries. He reminds us that England and America aren't too different after all. Thank you for some quality poetry, Paul. Keep it up.

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Will Barber 02 August 2006

Paul Moosberg is a profoundly original poet. He accomplishes what no one else on this site (to my knowlege) has attempted - to use insights into cosmology, quantum theory, mechanics, and mathematics to stir the heart. He also has some simply heart-warming poems. His work seems to mature, and improve, with each poem that he writes.

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BEAU GOLDEN 20 June 2006

stream of consciousness is not autism, the white static that we all have is formed into words faster in your head. Wait'll u catch yourself writing verse you thought was original TODAY only to discover you already wrote it yourself when it REALLY was original 1 or 2 years ago. hmmm. But, then, i am 40 this year, and the acid, weed, shrooms, blow, x, was all so long long ago

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Paul Moosberg 16 June 2006

just a fool, who can't stop thinking! but it's fun, and intriging. my poems seem to calm my stupid autistic head aches. but really one could ascertain that it doesn't calm them, as it allots for my perceptions to ignore and loose focus of the perceptions of pain inside my mind.

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