A collection of aphorisms

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Some people worship reason. So many more worship money. Even more worship themselves.

Fly past those nets. Race. Nationality. Religion. Hang me by the neck

But only if I ever, ever,  get free of that bloody penguin. 

♥ Ways of seeing things: nature is so beautiful. Is she in love with herself? She was. Now she cries

As dust motes settle and breathing becomes slower and heavier and less secure

On this warm afternoon, time is long, but at times, time is short, shorter still.

♥ Evil men seek to belittle simple goodness, they mock the innocent, burn  holy fools. They are afraid. They panic 

A bad woman can please the eye. 

Wine enhances dull perspicacity. 

Inside, at the core, all things are one thing.

It is hard to be born; harder to die ♥

To live on this warm September day is so full of ease that it awakens the spirit of love

We forget fate, as dust motes sparkle in a beam of light. 

A quivering mirage approaches the hot, Italian night.




◄ Dust motes for Dante Alighieri 1265 - 1321

Love ►


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keith jeffries

Tue 15th Sep 2020 16:04


A philosophical poem rich in imagery and very appropriate for a day in which we languish, drinking chilled Pinot Grigio. The opening lines are an excellent introduction for what follows. Another glass calls.

Thank you for this


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John Marks

Tue 15th Sep 2020 14:38

Thank you penguin.

You will have memories
Because of what we did back then
When we were new at this,

Yes, we did many things, then - all

Sappho, Come Close

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