Philosophy Assonance Poems

if you wish peace
      prepare for war
       vis pacem
     ...

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A peaceful path some may call a rough road,
In succulent scents--they feel a forebode.
Me--I'm only a drowsy dreamer
pitching pebbles at all troubling times.
Searching skies for...

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Blurred in the sight
the fragments of light 
suspended in memory, 
blurring space and time!

Of a faded photograph 
dreams pressed into the pages 
of a book...

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Verses From The Remnants Of Broken Chains, 
Series Conclusion


Soft Cries  From The Remnants Of Broken Chains

I 've broken the deep silence that is profound
Slept...

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In my silent sanctuary,
my poetic garden blooms like sun kissed seeds,
carefully placed under a quilt of soil,
sprinkled with holy water.

In the vividness of morning mist,
spring...

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there are a thousand ways I can express my love
 hurting you is not one of them
But every man woman and child need someone

Just to...

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Two great minds had a tete-a-tete
to apply their intellectual grace
to the achievement of a utopian state
and improving the condition of the human race.

Said one, "Religion...

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The trees are almost gone
The fish are almost gone
The animals are almost gone
and man...does he belong....

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Where Light and Dark Part

windows, light fading
bright altar set to atone
dusty red crossroads 

Robert J. Lindley, 6-17-2018
Haiku, ( Life, Appearances and Deceptions)...

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With a strange, strangled gasp, we gulp the cold air
Crisscrossed by bats in their mad zigzag dash
From out of this cave, out from under this...

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You think, therefore 
You're rising with the rising stars

But in dreams 
You're falling to the far side

Day by day 
Collecting what's yours from your sales
Of...

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The only thing that is in my bong
is my gift of poetry and song.

Drugs are for thugs
that's hell in a nutshell.

I don't smoke
and I've never...

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Centralised survailance, concrete division,
Altered states or pre-determined road.
Eyes are plenty, our voluntary will,
Concrete specimens of men, perfection of the imperfect.

Das Uber-mensch, learned, ingrained wish,
Whether body...

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I look at the sky
from my window;

I observe people
from my window;

I feel raindrops
from my window; 

I sense loneliness
from my window;

I think deeply gazing
from my window;

I...

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The months, the years, the colors fade to gray 
And expedite the truth our minds betray. 
The changes feel so close, yet far away,
In languid,...

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