Best Doctrinaire Poems

A cold lion roams, doctrinaire and sterile,
The expanse of Africa offers him no sanctuary, the Saringehti no salvation,
He can only smell the scent of his pride now, his cubs shun him,
Repelled by needless roars, the revolting rants,
Tail tattered, biten by jackels at will,
His nose bit...

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Towers collapsed to foundations,
  The planes exploded in air,
To gratify firebrand preachers
  Destruction and death everywhere.

Bus became coffin on byway,
  Train torn up beneath ground,
Fanatics end innocent life,
  Spin godless chaos around.

Child kneels broken at graveside,
  Tears drip down to...

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soup overdone comments blow hot air ~ AI bubbles up everywhere 

bits and bytes chain reactions going spare ~ does admin really care 

esoteric brainwashing on blogs here and there ~ bullsh!t doctrinaire 

witnesses hold high ground au contraire mon frere ~ sisters in a...

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In magical forest spring is in the air
After long winter sun has finally answered inhabitants’ prayer
Bear came out of his lair
Wolf as always is chasing a hare 

Soon in the old orchid behind the forest will grow apples and pear 
With his children story of...

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1.
What will happen to change?
Will change change as all things?
Or will it develop immunity
And embrace hypocrisy?
Will change resist change
And go against its doctrinaire?
Why, will change change not
Should nothing be permanent, even change?
Since change is also a thing.
 
2.
Our world changes daily by seconds
Our lives in...

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(In December 1936, English poet John Cornford
was killed in combat near Lopera, during the 
Spanish Civil War.  It was the day after his
twenty-first birthday.  Could this be the poem
he was formulating in his last hours?) 

They switched from cubes to cylinders,
those knights of...

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I'm Arun Joy 
For discomfort you shall see
Sombre, but I am ploy
Never but I am 'we'

Deem me arrogant for thine dreams I purview 
Gleaming relevant in sorrow streams I eschew

In the class of chemistry a girl shimmers in awe
She pass all so splendidly like a...

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Dear Brother,

When we were children
adults often asked us
What do you hope to be
when you grow up?

But, our brothers and sisters
were more likely,
and probably more wise,
to ask
Who would you most hope to become?
To be like?

Which implies, to my unformed ear
and eye,
Which of these adults you know,
or...

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Bustling corridors, places to go, 
you can’t stand still or move too slow.
Make a plan, plot a course, 
there’s an entire campus to traverse.
Other things are good to know, 
like the best place for lunch 
or where the wi-fi’s slow.

Last year there was lots of...

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1 Syllable
air · bare · bear · blair · blare · chair · cher · claire · clare 
· dare · dear · err · fair · fare · flair · flare · frigidaire · gair 
· gare · glar · glare · hair ·...

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That was the time of my life when my search turned stern,
Like a thirsty beast, for streams of truth, I did yearn;
In search of saints and sages, I wandered and roamed,
Queries, like dark clouds of monsoon days, on me domed...!

Here it is, they said, Oh,...

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Morality and self-fulfillment
attainable without belief in God
similarly yours truly
would figuratively crane
his credulity to ascertain Ichabod
mentioned in first Book of Samuel
as purported son of Phinehas,

I reject entire Biblical text,
and prefer to remain sacrilegious
eschewing faith no more,
(cuz doctrinaire versus
epistemological paradigm)
disagreeable, thus essentially
resigning yours truly

as token scapegoat gussied
up...

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1.
What will happen to change?
Will change change as all things?
Or will it develop immunity
And embrace hypocrisy?
Will change resist change
And go against its doctrinaire?
Why, will change change not
Should nothing be permanent, even change?
Since change is also a thing.

2.
Our world changes daily by seconds
Our lives in the...

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Pedants fume helpless and seethe with rage,
But linguists surrender to the age,
Media always misuse
Commoners to confuse,
But rage not, time has turned a tired page.
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It is the age of freedom, free for all. Words are used any which way. Grammar ultimately follows usage. Take epicentre. It...

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Confusing moments
    diffuse or strange...
 They are full of meanings.
 ordinary or extraordinary days,
 are essentially real...
 They are doctrinaire masters,
   artisans of the necessary...
       Days to live...!...

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