Best Discussion Poems
Once, a wise man, not enlightened and not an I-Don’t-Care-Man, came through the woods, thinking of the meaning of life. Suddenly, a Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde* appeared on the path.
- I'll eat you, wise man! – It said.
And the wise man, not enlightened and not an I-Don’t-Care-Man, burst out crying and ran off.
A lesson: Don't come into the woods, if you’re scared of merde.
Once, a wise man, enlightened but not an I-Don’t-Care-Man, came through the woods, thinking of the meaning of life. Suddenly, a Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde appeared on the path.
- I'll eat you, wise man! – It said.
- No, I'll eat you! – the wise man, enlightened but not an I-Don’t-Care-Man, said and ate it.
A lesson: The good defeated the evil but the evil tastes kind of weird.
Once, a wise man, not enlightened but an I-Don’t-Care-Man, came through the woods, thinking of the meaning of life. Suddenly, a Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde appeared on the path.
- I'll eat you, wise man! – It said.
- I don’t care, - the wise man, not enlightened but an I-Don’t-Care-Man, said and kicked the Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde out of the path.
A lesson: The good defeated the evil again but where does that stink come from?
Once, a wise man, enlightened and an I-Don’t-Care-Man, came through the woods, thinking of the meaning of life. Suddenly, a Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde appeared on the path.
- I'll eat you, wise man! – It said.
The wise man, enlightened and an I-Don’t-Care-Man, continued on his way in silence.
And the Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde burst out crying, ran off the woods and ever-never came back because merde loves talking to wise men.
A lesson: Thinking of the meaning of life, don’t condescend to talk to merde.
* Herein, the French word “merde” is used for censorship reasons.
Translation from Russian of a well-known parable by an anonymous author, which concerns the principles of on-line discussion. Hoping, soupers like it)
“Compromise is only a weakness between two who are unwilling to work together”.
In the tapestry of love, two souls entwined,
Marriages, a journey to perfect, beautifully designed.
Imperfect hearts melding in a dance,
A union of flaws, a second chance.
Discussion, the compass in the maze of the mind,
Seeking the truth, the answers to find.
Not to overpower, nor to lay blame,
But to illuminate the path, the passion's flame.
Arguments, not battles, but lessons to learn,
Discovering truths, for wisdom to earn.
In the clash of opinions, let insight arise,
A bridge to understanding, where empathy lies.
Yet, in compromise, a shadow may fall,
When unwilling hearts build a dividing wall.
A weakness not inherent, but a choice to sever,
The ties that bind, a bond to endeavor.
Two friends talked over a term
While travelling by a tram
One: What a life in me!
Full with happiness, luxury, satisfaction
Other: Are you happy?
One: No
Other: What a life in me!
Full with miseries, demand, deprivation
One: Are you sad?
Other: No
The talking ended at the desired stoppage
No one was victorious
Both were in confusion
They left the stoppage separately and lonely.
The lightning had vanished, the thunder had roared away
And the heavens had ceased to cry.
Leaving me standing alone, in the crisp morning air,
Looking up towards the sky.
And there, on the hill, stood my proud, beautiful friend,
Both legs standing firmly on the ground.
She whispered to me, in that moment of bliss,
We connected without making a sound.
Her red, green and blue refracted ideas so mysterious,
It was spiritual, foreboding and ethereal.
She told me to take it all easy, be happy and bright,
Not to put too much import on material.
This tongue of the sun spoke a truth so subtle,
So profound, philosophical and pure.
That life is about happily giving while living peacefully with others,
That love is a genuine cure.
Contest judged 21st May.
the lissom sea lily a testament at your death
feathered petals left in memory
but are you dead, Neptune?
I am no longer reminded of
the spotted watery wedding veil along the edge
it has now become a frozen blue veil
around a beach ball
hung or strung
in the black nowhere space
who threw you, brother of Jupiter and Pluto?
is there a rebound from the toss?
is there another dolphin to find again Salacia in the deep
to see the foaming equine ride
to find the white pin-spot veil of your jouissance
fringed again on the sands
but what dolphin can fly so high
no flutter or stutter or flop
but a high forced flipping
wings instead this time
Pegasus, (mindful of your exalted bloodlines)*
your duty
*Pegasus born from Neptune (Poseidon)and the Gorgon Medusa
the lissom sea lily a testament at your death
feathered petals left in memory
but are you dead, Neptune?
I am no longer reminded of
the pin-spotted watery wedding veil
along the edge
it has now become a frozen blue veil
around a beach ball
hung or strung
in the black nowhere space
can you bounce back from the throw, Neptune?
who threw you, brother of Jupiter and Pluto?
is there another dolphin to find again Salacia in the deep
to see the foaming equine ride
to find the white pin-spot veil of your jouissance
fringed again on the sands
but what dolphin can fly so high
no flutter or stutter or flop
but a high-forced flipping
(have we built one so tough?
Pegasus, your wings and strength ... aaaah
you psychopomp, you Charon,
be mindful of your distinguished exalted bloodlines)
will you come so far?
Two faced fox from beneath the shadows
Prepackaged blush the manipulative wallows
Irrational cupidity earthed in lies
Imminently causing fitting cries
Acute observations to every detail
Questions asked but to no avail
Reprehensible plight wears temperance thin
And convincingly accounts for the insurmountable win
Clarity of worth is only there in the lack of
Contradictions and assumptions strikingly thereof
In effect attempts are marked as feeble
Noteworthy endeavors deemed as terrible
Given that honesty less jest were sought
If only beyond the bridge were given thought
Contexts beyond the cusp could have been prevented
The discussion ends when this poem has ended
Talked with an old friend
about the new "Flash"TV show
and we both realized that
the "Arrow" on TV is supposed
to be "Green Arrow"
He is in his 40's I
think
I am 59 - almost 60 and
still discussing comic books!
The creator of Superman
were Jews
So am I!
Comic books are a form of literature ,friends
Once I created a character named
"Judo King!
sun deep down to sea
moon behind heavy dark clouds....
stars astray unseen
snowstorm prediction
reaching home before snowing
dream warm recesses
keep light driving darkness
unlock door refreshing air
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Ninth Place win in:
Contest: Love Talks sponsored by deborah Guzzi
The youthful Thinker asked...
"What is Life?
How can I find the answer?"
And the wise Philosopher said...
"Life is a tapestry to weave
you are but a single thread."
The enlightened Student queried...
"I must contemplate
where I am in the weave?"
As the inspiring Teacher imparted...
"You are the exquisite monad
unique in all of existence."
The perplexed Scholar insisted...
"How can I find myself
not knowing who I am?"
While the gifted Guardian affirmed...
"Listen to your songs and dreams
and you will foresee your meaning."
The lyrical Listener deemed...
"How can it be
that I am?"
And the consummate Master confirmed...
"Because you are
all that is."
At last the tested Disciple marveled in his journey...
"Where do I go
with this knowledge?"
The Holy Man rekindled...
"You are already here!"
Submitted on November 23, 2022
Dialogue Proficiency Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Matt Calari
Words of no profit,
Chitchat and debate
worth no participate!
Rather saving the lost,
Edifying the synagogue.
It’s the beast works
For men to mine;
Strifes among themselves,
Diverting the energies
And thinking of disciples
Thousand miles away,
Away from the way,
from what to be acted.
Never forget HE existed,
Existed before thickheaded tail.
The tail never wins at all!
Life, the race across the lake,
Philosophy of man starts
Invading the beliefs of the temple
With false teachings.
Dogmatic mentalities an’ hard cores
Result no spiritual growth.
Be diligent in study of HIS words;
The Truth!
"Does god take a daily shytte?"
"Of course not."
"But I thought god could do anything."
"He can."
"Even take a shytte?"
"I suppose so."
"Would it be magic shytte? Should I rub it on my body?"
"I don't know."
"If he was a goddess he could've given birth to the universe, but since he's a guy, maybe the universe is god's shytte."
"Maybe."
"So that's your doctrine? God shytte the world? That WOULD explain a lot. You're shytte, I'm shytte, the whole world is shytte."
"That's not my doctrine."
"But Jesus had to shytte didn't he?"
"When god became a man he had to shytte, yes."
"I bet THAT was some magical shytte. I seem to recall an Arabic Christian legend of people begging Mary for baby Jesus's dirty diapers and they smeared his gooey pooey all over themselves to cure leprosy and the pox."
"I suppose his shytte WOULD have to be miraculous."
"Yah you betcha, magic shytte, that's what religion's all about!"
It seems like we only speak
when you want to criticize me
And it puts tears in my eyes
because I’m supposed to be
your favorite guy
I used to be handsome, cute
My skinniness was pleasing to you
My hair was so fun to brush
and you had the biggest crush
on me
But now I am
so easily cast aside
It seems like you try to hide
I am just ugly
I’m just too skinny
My hair just looks like crap
and then that’s a wrap
The end of discussion
Close your eyes, don’t search, don’t blink,
Hold your soul open wide,
Feel the warmth of love that I give,
When I kiss from deep inside,
As I explore every edge of your tender,
Tend to each sensual curve,
While your skin, your mind and all that you are,
Grows with an unconscious urge,
Then allow yourself to be taken by me,
Give your body away,
Allow me to kiss every inch of your neck,
Forfeit yourself and obey,
Every demand my kissing exacts,
I want you to be my disease,
I want to kiss every part of your life,
To fulfil every one of my needs.
Love 09 The 21 Discussion 2017
So many say they know of you, but so many deny you as being.
So many want to embrace you so tightly but fail to embrace your true meaning.
The interchangeable, mishaps of misfortune that linger, behind your loving
Affection
Infamous, misleading obscurity of those that misuse, this loose abuse of your perfection
A lethal dose of an unyielding departure from ones soul that has left many jaded.
Love has your meaning changed?
Have you no more words of our failures to protect your meaning, which we hold in vain?
Do you lay dormant, in disguise as our hearts continue to meet their fatal demise?
Cries rain down when one feels your presence within them.
The effect that comes consumes and fills the heart.
Yet, where have you gone…Love?
The hearts of man and woman has been tainted.
One must ask do you still exist?
Does our plea for you not hold true anymore?
For I am Love and love is pain.
Without it you will not understand how much it means to maintain.
How much it means to truly find me, for I have always been with you.
I’m embedded within you from the beginning.
For I have not changed, while so many still seek me.
Confusion mixed with an ending conclusion of unrest.
For my love does not come easy as so many use me freely.
For I have been here forever and never have I faltered but so many fail to see me.
Darius Howard
09/24/2017