Paul Moosberg

Rookie (6-25-82 / Texas)

Paul Moosberg Poems

1. Contempt Of What This Is 6/25/2006
2. Holes Not Whole 7/9/2006
3. Killing Pi 7/10/2006
4. This I Believe 7/11/2006
5. Electric 7/12/2006
6. What Am I Doing Here? 6/28/2006
7. Electric Ways 9/11/2006
8. Universal Pc 9/11/2006
9. Tonight Again 9/12/2006
10. Just A Lens 9/12/2006
11. Levels Of Selection 9/14/2006
12. Hexing Hexagons 9/19/2006
13. Clusters Of Pc Bios 9/26/2006
14. Happy Birthday 9/28/2006
15. Ceiling Fans 10/13/2006
16. My Gravity 10/27/2006
17. I Do A Little Thing 10/28/2006
18. A Pale Comparison 5/9/2007
19. The Hidden Sonnet 5/9/2007
20. To Write A Realization 5/12/2007
21. Why I Write 5/12/2007
22. I Speak In Words Of Apple Sauce 5/12/2007
23. I’d Like To Write A Sonnet Just In Fun 5/12/2007
24. To Play With Beats To See What Comes To Run 5/12/2007
25. When You Deceive 12/8/2010
26. With You 11/30/2006
27. Writer's Block 9/25/2006
28. Christmas Time 12/23/2007
29. My First Sonnet 5/9/2007
30. Lightning Farms 8/8/2006
31. Flowering A Hexagon 12/5/2006
32. Magnets 11/20/2006
33. My Mall 8/15/2006
34. I Aspire To Respire 6/29/2006
35. Power Of Squares 7/31/2006
36. A Beautiful Mind Intro 7/13/2006
37. Motherboards 7/13/2006
38. Washing Machines 7/13/2006
39. Aurora Borealis 7/15/2006
40. Eight And Or Seven Layers Of Containment And Or Control 6/27/2006

Comments about Paul Moosberg

  • Serge Vankevich (7/26/2019 9:01:00 PM)

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

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  • Paul R. Wilson (8/23/2013 3:59:00 PM)

    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 (8/2/2006 9:00:00 PM)

    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 (6/20/2006 11:06:00 PM)

    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 (6/16/2006 1:48:00 PM)

    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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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...

Read the full of Christmas Spirit

A Southern Turn

Walkin down the timeless sound, of how the west was won
Keepin’ fight to win what’s right for badge of job well done
With sheriff’s way on town astray, to save a mother’s son
The start of heart with northern part the south said witha gun

So west regressed into a mess, as southern started south
To keep control for fair to roll to all of southern mouth
We do what’s best for all the rest, secede the north from south
While power lay in northern way we doubt the union’s clout

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