Poetry Blogs (philosophy)
When the birds take back their language,
when the trees unloose
their tenderly hands from around you,
when the air doesn't breathe
and the seas are tearing,
when the flowers whisper:
No, you own nothing,
honoring the hospitality.
Tuesday 17th September 2019 8:25 pm
And one day,
the sun stopped,
the rain stopped falling,
the flowers didn't look high,
the sky emptied of stars,
then a tear dripped
from the heart and became our breath.
We need a sacred tear,
before the fall...
Tuesday 17th September 2019 8:18 pm
My listless life just drifts on by
Like the clouds that float up high
All is still. I see nothing move.
And of all things I disapprove.
And so turn thy wheel. Let life be good.
Then let us all be understood
Let the Sun now break through.
Let this golden globe echo my life's view.
Take me from this world of trouble
Prick and pop this secret bubble
And through the tears of heaven let m...
Monday 16th September 2019 7:20 pm
No, there does not exist a perfect person
Or a perfect scheme of life,
And there is no path all smooth to travel,
With all happiness and with no strife.
And while cannot turn back time
We may amend our mistakes
And we can then learn of them
No matter how long it may take.
So patience must be our lifelong guide,
And not to dwell into despair
And not spend our...
Tuesday 3rd September 2019 7:09 pm
Where is the magic?
We all start out knowing magic.
We are born with hurricanes and whirlwinds,
oceans and galaxies inside us.
We are able to sing to birds and read the clouds
and see the destiny in grains of sand.
But we have forgotten the magic
and we feel without compass, alone and desperately,
only selfishness, only pain, fear and darkness.
But, magic of love has nev...
Sunday 25th August 2019 4:33 pm
You came in to this world
with enough light to find
your way out of the dark,
enough kindness to save a soul,
enough love to shift a planet.
Don't worry, you are enquipped
with all you could ever need.
Look with in,
you are drenched in magic.
Saturday 24th August 2019 9:27 pm
Why are we all here?
What is life all about?
Are we sure that there's a God?
Or are we in some doubt?
How should we all live?
Is it always right to be good?
Are we constantly being judged?
Or are we understood?
Where are we all going?
And is it left up to fate?
Is it best to be early?
Or should we arrive late?
Is it best to be honest?
To be des...
Friday 23rd August 2019 6:00 pm
Every day we live a story,
Including characters and plots.
Some of them are exciting,
While some of them are not.
Is it firstly all planned out?
Or made up as we go along?
What sort of person shall we be in it?
Will we be weak or strong?
Can we choose to write the scripts?
Can we choose how it all ends?
Shall it finish good and happy?
And is there a moral...
Friday 23rd August 2019 5:53 pm
Day 8 of NaPoWriMo asks us to write poetry using the jargon of our professions (or someone else’s profession). As a philosophy instructor, my only learning objective was to destroy the smug and self-satisfied confidence my students had in their own knowledge. Petty of me, I know.
On the Destructive Power of Measureable Learning Objectives
Your destruction is both
Achievable and measurable
Monday 8th April 2019 7:17 am
I'm not sure I have a sword strong enough to fend off the axe
I only have the arsenal of time spent slack
I have only armor made of pretty wax
Scented like the yellow glitter roll-on
I'm no one's sap
I'm a sap for all
Everything has its value
Everything has its flaws
I just get nervous when I argue
Can't we all get along
Do I have to slice a scar
Down from your e...
Tuesday 19th March 2019 2:00 am
Every time I think I have become enlightened and can handle anything, a new challenge shows up to test me. Whether it's toxicity in my body, family illness or death, rejection of a lover, friend, stranger, job, point of view, whatever... ego is the first to show up on the scene, like a paramedic giving CPR to revive my pride. Pride dies, only to come back a little weaker next round, like a cat wit...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 9:45 pm
Dr. Love (or How I Learned to Stop Wallowing and Write Poetry)
By: Rodolfo Perez
Love is (sometimes) patient,
Love is (sometimes) kind,
And sometimes, love is a needle in the eye,
Or a kick to the groin.
It is a cliff-hanger,
With your mother waiting to catch you,
When you let go.
It is losing your voice,
From crying into your pillow.
It is real...
Saturday 9th March 2019 7:09 pm
Understanding the laws of the universe
Puts you in a position of overwhelming doubt
As your mind tells you that God would never take the form of a human scout
Decaying in this moment of nonsensical bout.
God doesn’t sit on a cloud
God doesn’t pretend to shout
God doesn’t want to meet you
Or question the defiance from the stench of your wet mouth.
The Universe is filled with mathematica...
Monday 17th December 2018 3:13 pm
A word underused
A word that’s abused
So small, yet a powerful beckoning of call
A word remembered by all.
What makes me laugh
When fighting in a brawl
Is the fact the speaker doesn’t understand
That in the 21st century
This word has changed
And enters into a new plan.
To be blunt and to the point
To use the word Cunt! Means not a lot
Monday 10th December 2018 3:45 pm
Feel it with all your might
Feel it with all that’s insight
Feel it tonight
Feel it regardless of your fight
Feel the laughter and pain hitting right
Feel it like the wind lashing off the winter night
Feel it again
Feel it over and over again
Feel it like you can’t pretend
Feel life like it’s your friend
Feel it for all that’s lost with no end
Feel it again
Feel it while delivering...
Monday 10th December 2018 10:26 am
Are you there?
I pray to you each and every night in despair,
Yet they remain unanswered as if you do not care.
I sink solely in my thoughts,
As heartache floods through my veins.
Suffocating and feeling distraught,
Trapped and stuck in these emotional chains.
My life has come to that of which only you can intervene.
My soul is no longer at peace (and you...
Sunday 16th September 2018 5:31 pm
If I am your world
with my head lying on your chest,
then is the b-beat b-beating tectonic plates?
Is your heart safely caged?
Can I lift my head or will you break?
You are the love between my legs.
You are my love, between my legs.
Are you the birthmark on my flesh?
It beats: s-stay s-stay...
Is your heart safely caged?
Friday 17th August 2018 6:47 pm
If I am to be There
I must have a reason to be here
If there is a There to be.
If I didn’t need to be here
So I could be There
There I would already breath.
If there is a There
And There I am meant to be
My focus there should be - eternally
My focus is here
With no time for thought of There
Where all the focus is monetary
Friday 9th March 2018 2:26 pm
The empty page beautiful, blank like fallen snow waiting for a life to touch it.
(Sigh) The blankness mocks me.
I long so to stain the page beyond the compass blades summit with ideas that encompass more than lands distance.
Oh, to etch the slate with important gravity that excavates through touching everything above and below and without effort imposing itself on every thread that spin...
Friday 12th January 2018 2:53 pm
A man, a philosopher thought he.
Decided to make a statement, you see.
To proclaim that he was an optimist.
And trying to make a believer of me,
This, simply said he:
"The world has to many pessimists."
I concluded, a philosopher or an optimist -
Neither was he.
Monday 8th January 2018 2:29 pm
If dolphins could talk
What would they say?
What would they say
About the "games" that men play?
Tuesday 24th October 2017 12:30 am
When teaching Descartes, I dutifully described his dualism in detail.
I discussed his importance as the father of modernism,
But also his common ground with scholasticism.
Together we examined the ways he attempted to prove God
And the reliability of both mathematics and his own senses.
Also, some biographical information including his early education,
Military service, tra...
Tuesday 17th October 2017 1:33 pm
We did not ask for this
We cannot control what we must
We can only rise to the times
And do what we see as right
There is no one there to listen
No parent in the sky
We are the author of our souls
The believer in our faith
Children of the universe
Intellect and compassion?
Built solely from an interplay of atomic particles
Our strange stay here on Earth
Wednesday 31st May 2017 7:55 pm
To walk among ruins is to realize the fragility of life
To connect with those who came before
To observe commonalties,
To puzzle at differences
To marvel at ingenuity
To hear their voices echoed in stones that have stood for thousands of years
Inevitably, to misunderstand the message
Friday 26th May 2017 10:41 am
To see through blindness
To hear through deafness
To smell through knowingness
To taste through tastelessness
To feel through emptiness
To experience the darkness in light
To live in only brightness of such darkness
Monday 14th November 2016 12:56 am
To see beyond the blinding truth
And be guided only by light
To hear the music of great composers
And be guided only by true genius
To taste the essence of forbidden fruit
And be guided once by angelic bliss
To smell the sweet taste of victory
And be guided by imagery
To feel stolen unconditional love
And now be guided by The Holy Spirit
I see within your own truth
And am blinded by y...
Monday 14th November 2016 12:56 am
I sleep only to awaken
To all that is so beautiful
To all that is now thoughtful
And so thoroughly awful
And yet so very hopeful
Monday 14th November 2016 12:55 am
Breakfast, dinner, tea-
different food, same dishes;
new water, same sink.
Each day, fresh treasure
Organic, homegrown, straight from
the cat litter tray.
You will never peel
the same potato again.
Alas, more will come.
The sole purpose for
anyone’s toaster’s crumb tray
is to upset them.
Once wine filled this glass,
fairy liquid and r...
Friday 5th August 2016 9:26 am
Hypothetically speaking I want to be happy. & that is the only objective I'll pursue. Machination and epiphanies may aid in the constitution of strategies that'll supposively enable me to achieve delectation and felicity, But ultimately what makes you happy? Money, materials? - No. Not at all. Tangible goods can't remunerate and compensate for the emptiness of your soul. Possessions can only stren...
Friday 17th June 2016 2:00 pm
"Dear Bob Dylan is a collection of letters written over a ten year span. The letters encompass a literary endeavor by the author as a means to hone her voice without boundaries, to express all that is insoluble and alive in her life and like any philosophy, lend to a new perspective for friends, fans and critics alike."
I am thrilled to announce the publication of Dear Bob Dylan. Currently ava...
Sunday 5th June 2016 1:59 am
Life must be held suspended in a glance
That moves backwards, forwards, holding
Your life together, ceaselessly
Reminding that you are
Something; this thing.
You stop looking: You fall
From a vacant gaze
Into vacant skies
Or even less.
That time is now and truth outside
You can assent to abstractly,
While the watchman in your eyes
Saturday 13th February 2016 4:22 pm
The man who shines your shoes
brushes your coat polishes your ego
he knows his place
in the human race.
As you go to your urgent meetings
remember those hearts of darkness
in the shadowlands
there may be an answer there
not on your agenda no doubt
waiting with sad patience
to be drawn out.
Monday 9th November 2015 3:05 pm
In a funny sort of way I came to like him
in that funny sort of way
I came to like others too who
I didn't much like before
as if my liking was a fondness
for initial dislike itself
an attachment to overcome
and once won a constant challenge
then I seemed to rise up
not caring so much whether
Sunday 8th November 2015 2:51 pm
Respect that although we come from different walks of life, we are one
Embrace other cultures, allow peace and harmony among all walks of life
End this war on immigration, before it becomes to late and we have to look back on
Damage caused to the lives of others because we wouldn’t change our selfish ways
Open your hearts, a...
Wednesday 20th August 2014 12:14 pm
How to distinguish a real pearl from a fake?
Throw it into the lake.
A real one will disappear
A fake pearl will be near.
Saturday 2nd February 2013 5:14 pm
Up to a point
pliant leaves will seep
into all its waters
until the cup overflows
so much as to stain
the meticulously starched table linen.
Then we shall face with reckoning
its true substance!
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Wednesday 2nd January 2013 11:05 pm
Not looking at anybody doesn’t mean not to see,
To do the things you like doesn’t mean to be free.
To be at the very verge of life doesn’t mean to die.
And standing on the ground doesn’t mean not to fly.
And how much to pepper so that all could be well?
And how much to sugar to sweeten the hell?
To live a normal life doesn’t mean not to dream.
But how long to ...
Thursday 29th November 2012 9:23 pm
My latest entry was inspired by a debate I had with some friends recently.The basic principle of this was the theory that you would be happier uneducated than if you knew everything. The theory that Ignorance is bliss.
So enjoy the poem and if you would like to comment your thoughts on the subject then please do.
To Unknow is to dream
Knowledge is p...
Monday 29th October 2012 12:54 pm
How many folk have ever had the chance,
to converse with an angel and to glance,
into the eyes of one who flies where they will,
one who we know will never swoop to make a kill...
Up amongst the eagles they may choose to fly,
and perhaps they share the falcon's sharper eye,
does greater vision let them know reasons why mankind,
seems ever ready to break their fellows in spirit & m...
Sunday 10th June 2012 1:32 am
It’s 1:30 am.
He takes me away from the others unpacking,
opens the front door to the first night
in our first home and squirts WD-40
over both hinges, explains
WD is water dispersal,
NASA concocted this stuff
to keep fields of rockets
from turning orange, then burnt umber.
He heard this on his pocket radio
cycling along blustery North London roads...
Tuesday 5th June 2012 8:54 pm
Mornin' on the desert, and the wind is blowin' free,
the elements have freedom,
but what about me?
Trailing from bar to bar
like new age saloons,
why's it so hard
just to find me a home?
I keep on wandering,
wondering where's my milk and honey?
People sippin' on moonshine
or as some call it money.
Mornin' on the desert, and the ...
Sunday 15th April 2012 5:18 pm
We All Could Be Planets
We all could be planets,
We all could be planets with trees and fields,
Streams and brooks,
Oceans and deserts,
Seas and jungle
With mountains so people,
Can walk with their passion for life
Upon the bluest of skies.
We could all be a planet,
Filled to the highest ...
Friday 13th April 2012 1:39 am
Let the chips fall,
We're cutting down a tree.
But only to build a bridge
made of electricity.
It's connecting you and me,
to a future we can't see.
Que sera, sera,
What will be will be.
The light that shines inside us
is directing you to me.
Fate is in auto-pilot and it flies in stealth
the beauty of surrender
is a new abundant wealth.
To hell with always asking why
Tuesday 31st January 2012 8:00 pm
I once met old Harry Stottal,
a bricky from down Hackney Marsh.
He didn't much care for tory politics,
so spoke of Maggie in words most harsh.
As far as his philosphy of life went,
we'd no need for any more toffs,
yet they were mostly the folk he built for,
even though their way of life made him cross.
He drove an old van with just one seat,
for the other had got in the way,
when he'd had a load of...
Tuesday 6th September 2011 8:15 am
The Skip Let Something In
Just who did you let in?
When tribes existed peacefully for centuries
Just who did you let in?
Listen in Mother Earth
And listen in good,
They’re turning hookers of your daughters
And making killers of your sons,
They’re populating concrete
Where once were trees and f...
Monday 23rd May 2011 5:01 am
i will not be scorched
by the flame of another
i shall keep my fire
fueled only by the pure
kindling found deep
within the terrain
of my wooded home
the sun shall bring
enough light by day
and a torch well-lit
shall provide steady
footsteps to tread
the dark by night
[as I search for what
I cannot find or name]
no light save by the moon
on occasion when it
Tuesday 8th February 2011 12:50 pm
the balm of barometric exuberance.
no longer young, dissipates.
the dewy welcome of sun-quaffed green.
revive severed umbilical dreams.
the present with fleeting acumen.
ceases yet emerges again tomorrow.
the kindling of autumnal reticence.
genial kindnesses shall spring.
Tuesday 14th December 2010 12:52 pm
You think that you,
form clouds from fog
and paint the forests green.
You think me lost,
inside your song
as unformed harmonics
drown, within my throat
and reeds split
upon my tongue.
But you are wrong
and still I sing,
and though you say,
my life, is but a whisper
in the age of mountains,
I am here.
I am here.
Saturday 12th June 2010 3:07 pm
There is no god,
There is no god
Friday 9th April 2010 9:32 pm
Saturday 20th March 2010 12:02 pm