Paul Stoned

Paul Stoned Poems

For what is said
Has been said

Words are for books
...

I lost that poem
Forgive me

About the roses
...

A man under the bridge
Staring at cusped hands
Holding his piece of the river
Seeping slowly through
...

i need to stop
writing poetry

i mean forever
...

i only want

you untamed
...

along the
midnight sky

i look for
...

A final
Embrace
At the intersect
...

10.

i was

going
to write
...

the chinese
portrait painter
boasts
...

When your heart is lost
I will be your world map
and take you to the top
...

someday
my prince
will come
she sighs
...

I tell him it's a numbers game
And complain for always
Doing the 'dirty work'
...

the silent night
street is lit by
apartmental romances
and fading echoes of
...

slumbering inches
away from the
neonlit tonic offering
little repose
...

she sings
slightly
off key
...

as the clock
touches midnight
into Easter's birth
...

Paul Stoned Biography

Immediately following a Tony Robbins seminar, Paul achieved greatness in his own mind. Prior to that he was searching for the perfect spaghetti dish, he once came pretty close but his dog ate the recipe and has never been since able to recreate his 'tomatized noodles' as he likes to call it. After this he became obsessed with the meaning of life instead, or more accurately, the meaning of death. According to his yogi, who also taught yoga, finding the answer to this was a worthy cause. Incidentally Paul also discovered it be to be a great ice breaker, especially when waiting in long queues. Asking questions such as 'do you have a tissue as I have an irreversibly contagious form of mad cow coughing' does wonders in getting you ahead of a line. After having delved into astrology, astronomy and asses in general, he has now discovered poetry is a wonderful little time waster. Analogous to a shot of caffeine that kicks your balls briefly before making you really tired.)

The Best Poem Of Paul Stoned

Another Love Poem

For what is said
Has been said

Words are for books
Deeds prove nothing

Unless witnessed
By the heart

Pain will remind you
Where you belong

When I utter
Once more

I love you

You will fold
In my arms

Home at last

Paul Stoned Comments

p.a. noushad 15 December 2008

colourful wings of poetry, i enjoy much.

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Jerry Hughes 02 May 2008

Nomi, I totally relate to your writing - as a schoolboy with dyslexia I well recall what peer group ridicule and sitting at back of the class is all about. However, I believe it made both of us stronger in the long term. Good to meet you. Best regards, Jerry Hughes

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Jerry Bradford 30 January 2008

You're good! Thanks for sharing this. Jerry

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Paul Stoned Quotes

a love lost is a love indeed

To live is to live

Yea I wanna see the world for free But I don't like what I see

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