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,

then remember:

You're visitor,

honoring the hospitality.

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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.

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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...

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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...

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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
...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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

At all.

 

I...

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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...

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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...

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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?

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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.

 

So

 

If there is a There

And There I am meant to be

My focus there should be - eternally

 

But

 

My focus is here

With no time for thought of There

Where all the focus is monetary

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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...

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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.

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Dolphins

 

If dolphins could talk

What would they say?

What would they say

About the "games" that men play?

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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...

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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

The true...

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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

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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

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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...

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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

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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...

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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...

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"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...

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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,

Obstinately,

While the watchman in your eyes

Patro...

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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.

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In a funny sort of way I came to like him

      and then

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

      equalled

 

then I seemed to rise up

      not caring so much whether

people suit...

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Fight not against each other, but for the rights of every man, woman and child
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...

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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.

©LR

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Life in a Cuppa

 

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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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 ...

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Hey friends

 

 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...

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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...

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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

...

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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 ...

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                                  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 ...

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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
...

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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...

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                         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...

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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
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Forget
the balm of barometric exuberance.
This night
no longer young, dissipates.

Recall
the dewy welcome of sun-quaffed green.
Yesterdays
revive severed umbilical dreams.

Peruse
the present with fleeting acumen.
Today
ceases yet emerges again tomorrow.

Ignite
the kindling of autumnal reticence.
Perhaps
genial kindnesses shall spring.

 

 

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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.

 

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There is no god,

But One,

One Sea,

One Rock,

One Land,

One Tree

One Sun,

There is no god

But we

Are

One.

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The See a mothers loss is a roaring cry seagulls try to console the sky memory currents cycle below glacial dreams of trickling snow ripples giggle in play carefree scribbling light on nurseries cautious games become boisterous ways growing stronger night and day tumbling into adolescence shedding childhoods sediments they’re vigour serves to energize blue-rinsed coasts revitalis...

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