Evasive Paradise

By Paul Zeppelin

Paul Zeppelin incorporates the fragments of his lifelong experiences into an undeniably vivid and well defined imagery and leads the reader into his cultivated and wide ranged world of poetic vision. Paul is an author who must be read alone yet be heard from the first row.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Aug 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781663227393

Paul Zeppelin

Paul Zeppellin incorporates the fragments of his lifelong experiences into an undeniably vivid and masterfully defined imagery which leads a reader into an exciting journey across the wide-ranged world of Paul’s poetic vision. His distinctive poetry must be heard from the first row.

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EVASIVE

PARADISE

PAUL ZEPPELIN

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EVASIVE PARADISE

Copyright © 2021 Paul Zeppelin.

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ISBN: 978-1-6632-2740-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-6632-2739-3 (e)

iUniverse rev. date: 08/04/2021

Contents

The Windshield Views

I Am its Singing Swan

I’m Alone Against the Sea

I Am Again a Boy

I Am a Tribal Shaman

I’m a Leaping Frog

I’m a Horse

I’m a Homeless Dreamer

I’ll Share my Wine and Bread

I’ll Pay off My Debits

I’ll Die Without Blinders

I’d Rather Rob the Banks

An Actor Leaves no Trace

Am I a Predator or Prey?

Along a Flawed Delight

Along a Dotted Line

Aloneness is a Gift

Almighty or Big Bang

Allow Me the Pain of Love

All Others Missed

Alexandra, My Grandma

Again, a Rearview Mirror

After the Rain

After the Guns

Autumn Leaves

A Pear-Shaped Teardrop

A Path into The World Divine

A Pact

A Noxious Doubt

A Nightingale

A Never-Ending Glee

A Moral Arrogance of Faith

A Mistake

A Melting Pot

A Master of a Metaphor

A Masquerade of Souls

A Marble Faun

A Map is never a Terrain

A Man of Solitude

A Man of Faith

A Lunatic at Large

A Lull Before the Storm

A Lifetime Yoke

A Lifelong Banquet

A Lewd Seductress

A Letter to Pegasus

A Letter Home

A Wavy River of Your Hair

A Vivid Flowerbed of Endless Love

A Vessel of Remorse

A Puzzle Landed on My Plate

A Quiet Confession

Abandoned Rocky Trail

A Young Firefighter

A Winner Dies Alone

A Wingless Angel

A Lasting Truce

A La Carte

A Jewish Fiddler

A Halo of Their Fame

A Half-Naked Dervish

A Gritty Path

A Greener Grass

A Graveyard of my Tears

A Goldfish

A Glitzy Gypsy

A Future made for Sinners

A Sticky Drop of Fear

A Star Slid from the Sky

A Star Has Fallen from the Sky

A Stairway for a Few

A Spoken Word is Just a Lie

A Poetic Dwarf

A Ploy

A Play

A Sin is Not a Crime

A Shipwreck Found

A Beacon

A Rose Without Thorns

A Saint Must Have A Past

A Seraphim-Avenger

A Shattered Lineage

A Sheep That Lost Her Ram

A River of Nightmares

A Fountain Without Water

A Sequel

A Fool no More

A Fistful of Days

A Fiddler on the Roof

A Few Truisms

A Faithful Custodian

Below Lighthouses of Hopes

Beheading Poets

Behold the Man

Before the Grill or Glory

Before the Final Countdown

Before the Flower Froze

Before My Imminent Arrest

Barcelona

Banalities Aside

A Prized Utopian Dream

Infinity Without Dawn

An Incurable Disease

I’m Lost…

Axiomatic Truths

Away the Clouds Flew

Au Revoir, Mon Ami

At Night All Cats Seem Gray

At Last

Ascension

Ascending to the Throne

Art is a Drunkard

Arrows into The Well

Argonauts

Archnemeses

Arabesque

Anxiety

Another Youth is Stolen

Another Song has Died

Another Hot July

Another Gray-Haired Winter

Another Fable

Annie

And Yet

Touching Sacred Grounds

A Vault of Hope

A Triangle of Madness

A Tragic Harlequin of Joy

A Tragedy to Those Who Feel

A Total Silence

A Thrown Dice

A Subtle Harmony

A Dialogue

A Dollar Rules the World

A Deadly Fight

A Cold December

A Chaotic Verse

A Brutal Tempest

A Book of Wasted Days

Across the Fire

Across a Lifeless Field

Accordion

Above the Valleys and the Hills

Above the Sins of Fallen Angels

Above the Red Clay Roofs

Above My Roof

Above My Nervous Walks

The Eternal Freeze

Above a Garden of My Soul

About Life Which Passes by

A Prisoner of Love

A Prism Breaks Light

A Predestined Tomb

A Precious Trophy

A Poor Composer

It is a Castle in the Air

It Had Been Said

Into My Doubts

Innocent Pontificating

Indian Summer

In the Maze

In Spite of Warnings

In spite of Our Pain

I am Talking to Myself

I’m Ready to Forgive

If Only It Were True

I’m Married, but…

I’m Good Luck Bound

A Prism of Pain

Creative Powers of Distractions

Convergence

C’est la Guerre

Bonfires of Red Sunsets

Bizarre geography of Loves

Blurred Lines

Canary in the Mine

Cards Will be Dealt

Callous Choices

But I Come Back

Foreword

In this new sixth book, Paul Zeppelin allows his rhymed verses to tenderly caress or even roughly plow every facet of human lives and our coexistence as such.

His wording is intriguing and magnetically captivating, challenging and demanding our full attention.

His poems are seamlessly structured so every word and its sound occupy a distinct location like in a stream of notes in a harmoniously and elegantly composed music.

This poet often lifts the curtain and lets us see our losses and gains, our failures and achievements.

A wonderful read.

Judith Parrish Broadbent

Author: Golden Days: Stories and Poems of the Central South and Beyond.

Am I still battling windmills?

The Windshield Views

The Windshield views

Run through these dazzling streets and avenues;

Only the rearview mirrors part our illusions from realities;

The nightmares from the brightest days of our dualities,

Or better yet, keep far apart our polar personalities.

Only the joy of glancing into evasive paradise

Squares with the cheery sunrays dancing on the melting ice,

Or better yet, the most unnerving chancing of the thrown dice;

Life is a gambling ticket. We pay the purchase price.

I Am its Singing Swan

I love the yachts of Monte Carlo,

The bright casinos in the harbor,

I see the shy Rachmaninoff,

Nicknamed a Russian Sable.

He keenly rakes his money off

The green cold-blooded table.

Feodor Chaliapin shatters glasses

With sounds of his mighty bass,

Anna Pavlova gracefully passes,

Wrapped in the filigree of lace.

The captivated idle masses

Catch glimpses of her veiled face.

I see the happy Isadora with Sergei

Already loaded in the light of day,

There are Picasso and Matisse,

Miss Baker doing her striptease,

Maestro Diaghilev runs his ballet,

Although, at night all cats are gray.

The cheery droves,

The lively beasts,

The days of bliss

Among the fauves,

The moving feasts

Of Russian émigrés.

The paradise of Monte Carlo,

Sparkly casinos in the harbor,

The silver epoch long has gone,

I stayed.

I am its singing swan.

I’m Alone Against the Sea

The starry sky already fell,

Only seagulls are left to scream,

Am I in Heaven or in Hell?

Or am I trapped in a silly dream?

I’m alone against the sea,

Like Hemingway’s old man,

As tides of a sadistic glee

Rotate my dinghy like a fan.

Like a naughty hooligan,

Dawn sends down a breeze,