Best Descartes Poems

I. Noise in an empty hallway:
My old leather shoes protest as I hurry down the linoleum tiles
Like I'm wearing a little piece of history older than I am.

II. Headlights on a dark road:
Speeding down narrow country roads
windows rolled down and Autumn wind rushing through the...

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Before Rene Descartes does this world depart 
he gives analytic geometry its big head start 
from bugs that draw graphs crawling on his ceiling; 
as he lies sprawling, sick in bed, reeling....

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Decry and damn dualism,
  for what has it wrought?
Our delusion of soul
  of separation and isolation,
Minds endlessly abstracted
  by manipulating surmise

Let’s start again – tabula rasa,
  and let us close our eyes
To vanish into an emptiness –
  thence to emerge...

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If consciousness dies
is that all there is
or does some higher state
reimagine what was

When consciousness dies
will birth reoccur
no longer indentured
to time and its spurs

If consciousness dies
do rainbows of light
take over our essence
transcending our sight

When consciousness dies
is confusion bereft
as reference get buried
—and prescience resets

(The New Room: March,...

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Some think of geometry as art,
but I don't include Renes Descartes.
A philosopher of calibra, 
he combined geometry with algebra.
When in a pickle or a fix he 
was not only just whistling Dixie. 
He was writing down equations,
perfect for geometric occasions....

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"i think thus i am"
thoughts...they're just passage of time...
a non existent

self that's of the world
as the world is of the self...
both just rationale

not truth but true...yes
there's awareness or world thought...
clear or color blind

appreciation
music love freedom...let go
"i think thus i am"


stan sand...

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I think so I am,
Thank you Descartes,
She dances samba, so I’m,
She likes strawberries and roasted chestnuts,
So I am,
She has butterflies in her eyes
So I am,
Thank you Descartes,
It is not enough to think
To be happy,
She shows me her breasts in the mirror,
So I am,
She dresses for...

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From life’s final dissertation,
  logic must be barred 

A blueprint of our limitations,
  its legions burned and scarred

In that last final closing moment,
  transcendence kindled bright

The strictures of its failed excuse
   —left victim to the night

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)...

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I don't trust politics, therefore I am
Otherwise I've no chance to be me 
But somebody else, quite a different man
Not the one that I happen to be
I believe in love, therefore I’m a lover
And you must be a lover as well
Otherwise we might be undercover
Of...

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These were my first five "Monday Monokus":

"Three Monokus walk into a bar"  posted 28 Sept 2020

don't challenge Death to a pillow fight         or you will face Reaper cushions

"Mr. Descartes, will you join us?"   ...

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The account of Descartes was redoubtable:
“I exist, since this thought is undoubtable.”
   Mister Hume peered inside,
   Said, “I see naught besides
Just my thoughts, so your logic is floutable.”...

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Eating my oatmeal, sipping my tea, 
“Where”, I wondered, “should I stroll today?
I won’t be rash and decide in a flash.
There are choices to carefully weigh”.

“Left/Right, Up/Down, and Forward/Back - 
There are but three choices to be made.
I will be smart and think like Descartes.
Then,...

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