Best Ergo Poems
What if the great Rene Descartes,
Renaissance man of many parts.
for all his fame and coruscation
is nothing but a fine creation
of my own imagination?
Philosophically disabused.
I think therefore I am
confused.
The first part is, you knock the skittles down,
the second is, you set them up again:
Suzuki, Siemens, Berlusconi, Braun -
they're indestructible, these little men!
We dole out dollars to the bums we beat,
extend a hand to lift them from the floor.
Whose is the victory? Whose the defeat?
They bounce back fresher, stronger than before.
Well, maybe. What if we're the busted flush?
What if they've always had the edge on us?
We got there first, is all, only to spoil it -
were squatting on the sand when oil first gushed.
We won the Cadillac, but missed the bus.
They're cleaning up. We'll soon be cleaning toilets.
I think i am here for now until it's all done and my earthly tasks are completed.
Will they speak the same words spoken of life with tear marks glistening and crystallized on the cheeks of the visitors.
Will the guests guess what was in my thoughts at the time.
Voices whispering day and night causing a deafening confusion and expecting I cope.
Asking strangers if they can hear them deep conversations with weather change.
These demons I fight haven't disappeared yet.
I'm sure it's all in my power.
It's my gift these rain showers and heavy winds howling as it stops dead and the clouds that were shrouding just moments ago disappear and the sun shines.
That's me.
I'm happening.
I'm here changing my course and seeing brand new visions that are crystal clear.
A translucent image once hidden is now apparent.
Witnessing ones own mortality as the man turns.
Who rang the ambulance.
I'll never know.
Sat in that garage alone.
Where am I going with hope.
No ones ringing.
I hear them singing in harp land as the light fades and I wake to another light.
Enlightenment increased from the last time I woke.
My eyes are now opened and so is my heart.
Personality and mind fighting over ownership of my soul.
At times I've felt like the child raised of those two relations.
Broken down to gain the skills to re-build again.
I can't tell if death is still my friend.
What do I know of life or the purpose of survival.
Death is not biased and life's to short to fight for something trivial and deny a righteous cause.
Every crimson stream is delicate held within its fragile frame.
Why did i initiate invasion upon the shores of my intelligence.
Does the brain turn murderous as we outgrow our corporeal forms for some sort of advancement.
Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum.
This is my dawn of enhancement.
Sum
the nihil
beyond cognition
the mirror
of every atom
the daylight star
behind the black night sky
nothing escapes
no hand may reach
no eye ever notice
no mind would comprehend
not to be found
by those who seek
heard will be those
who do not speak
only the deaf
will smell a sound
not of this world
the unheard
the unseen
the never sensed
the never been
meaningless
irrelevant
inexistent
some deny
some believe
ergo sum
I wonder...
if that known
were but a dream
and that unknown
were real,
do I exist?
or...
if that known
does not exist
and that unknown
ceases existence
upon becoming known,
can I exist?
If a light thinker, I am superficial...
If ponderous, I am the elephant
in the room, unwanted and unloved.
If I think at all, I am minority,
wandering from problem to conclusion—
again..again
bringing forth curious glances
from everyone who likes one's own conclusions
undisturbed, set in place,
like rows of potted plants
drying over winter.
It is better only to see, not to act.
It is more gentle to the mind
to sit in the attic with a book,
making notes in the margins,
listening to Bartok on the tape,
and wondering if it is safe
to descend the stairs
and banter with the world again.
And what of the world?
To whom does it belong?
If it thinks, are we one?
If it falters, are we lovers?
It is dangerous business, this brazen act
of cogitating. It is the province
of world movers, and rogues.
Perhaps, among us all,
there is more hope for the rogues.
Deo Gratias.
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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.”
I'm not notable reader of the rich Latin language,
That treasures within its realm mountainous barns of knowledge…
Thoughts and philosophies, like symphony, around-the-clock,
To this ocean, like sea animals, for full refuge, flock...
Of all, like sediments, one who has settled in my mind,
And floats to the surface, like unfettered feather inter-twined;
Is Rene Descartes – French, who’d taught - cogito, ergo sum,
That altered my concepts, to rationalism, to succumb...
I think, therefore I exist; no existence otherwise?
Is this very concept, yet, as highest as the great skies?
Accessible knowledge; test of best methodical doubt,
Doubting the very existence; whether it's flood or drought...
Fond rebuilding; single-lined philosophy; so modern!
When I teach it to my students they seem problem-ridden;
To me, yet, this phrase and philosophy are august fun,
Like irrational thought battles lost early, are now won...
10 January 2022
Latin Lessons Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
I scribble because I exist
I exist because I write
I survive in my yearnings
“Destiny” implies
a controlling external force -
the random positioning of planets in solar orbit,
or the mysterious machinations of a spurious spirit in the sky -
both impressively improbable and laughably unlikely.
Occam’s razor slashes!
And free will is the last rational refuge standing...
September 14, 2020
Slap to start, gasp your first
Hope for best, fear the worst
Lungs inflate, blood runs hot
Limbs lash out, suckling sought
Crawl and stand, toddle then run
Thinking thoughts, just begun
Brain brights up, play and school
Seem so smart, then a fool
Look for love, meet and mate
Fortune shines, find your fate
Work a job, raise a child
Life leads on, years are piled
What goes up, must come down
Heart beat slows, sorrows drown
Gasp your last, then you die
Dig you deep, loved ones cry
Ash to ash, dust to dust
What’s the point?! Just…we must…
January 10, 2022
I have my fears
I have my brakes
but without much thinking
I buy myself many things.
I accumulate many .debts...
Out of fear I tell myself some things
to rationalize and apologize...
I buy, I consume...
Soon I exist...!
Cogito ergo sum ! !
I Think Therefore I Am
do I think
or am I just a parrot
barking back ideas
someone spoke in my ear
We Think Therefore We are
Does it matter anymore?
I believed being born and living was something special.
I was wrong…..
Is this what my whole existence is going to be like?
To grow old,
Doing nothing important…..
…..until I am dead.
Is that all there is?