Poetry Blogs (2019, philosophy)
Nicola Beckett on Stay with me (2 hours ago)
Nicola Beckett on Out of reach (3 hours ago)
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