Best I.E. Poems

To see ourselves as others see us --
unmasked images, through others' eyes --
half-formed caricatures, perhaps --
or mere grotesqueries -- 
barely recognized, telling
what we thought to hide --
we'd label these as skewed
perceptions, not real truth...

But, no matter -- when once
I thought myself unfairly judged
and asked "How...

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What am I?*

Am I just a matter?
Am I just spirit?
Or
Am I a combination of spirit and matter?

If we examine the first case- that I am matter-then 
whatever I am, I have borrowed it from nature to
use for a while and then return it in its...

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“Strange Creatures and The Forest of Egregore” 

Where do we go -

when our rosebuds
stop still in the cold,
unwanted, 
along the unopened road?

we walk into the 
forest alone, 
there we meet 
strange creatures -

some say 
they have the heart
of poets, philosophers
artists, musicians 

angels and demons

come and...

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Just when I thought you knew me well
You're bothered by what circulates and surely I can tell
I know you heard about Georgia peach, i.e. Ashley
I know you feel like my past girls are still mad me for...
I see you couldn't finish your statement
I'm hard to...

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Everything here is true
Just as stated
because it's already happened
or - it has yet to occur - 
but it's very soon to occur
and I have such strong feeling
that the future will be as I see it
as you read this
that in the end I will be proven...

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(based on Aldous Huxley's book "Brave New World")

Human hatchery

Clink clink clink clink...
Test tubes prattling past
along the chrome plated production line.
Glistening under fake fluorescence
humming in harmony
with the magnetic motors
of conveyors, centrifuges and camshafts.
Biological blobs of gamete goo,
vials of vile biology,
a tempest of sperm and ova,
neatly confined...

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Such Wonders Are Breathtaking To Behold

(NOT FOR CONTEST THAT INSPIRED THIS POEM)

The morning dew on red rose does glisten
As early dawning sun beams brightly down
Such beauty, bees decorate that soft gown
As Nature's music plays, creatures listen
Seeing such, in great awe man can not frown
Be it...

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Since humanity first became a sentient species, aware of time, space and its own mortality, there has been only one question that matters:are we just clever animals destined for nothingness, or does a part of us exist apart from our bodies, a consciousness or self...

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Old Lord Harry put up a good front.
He hid socks in his pants as a stunt.                        
But, his Lady swore
as argyle hit...

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“Nothingness” 

Words 
lines drawn 
unending

dusk 
to
dawn

characters recognised
transcribed
in the mind 

where voices unheard
plant meaning
wild ivy grows 

and snakelike
moves 
outside the lines

electric 
we become strange
symphonies sublime;

engraved in time
most rocks crumble
dissolve, 

life has no need
for unnecessary 
rhyme

beginning of a sentence
chases the end
catches up, blends in 

swallowing life’s tale
circular...

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Constellations of values and ethics 
like dancing stars in onyx nights. 
Majestic fields of ideals stay grounded 
in what only seems right. Keenly, I search 
philosopher’s heels to grasp theoretical 
notions, held together by gravity’s scales 
as comets of light circle in tails
and teach me...

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within Zieglerville, pennsylvania

genuine snow white hair 
upon her noggin doth adorn,
perhaps she will divulge to me (in private) 
after i croon (to said lass), 

the melody of Jimmy Crack Corn
hmm...or, maybe this mission 
perchance twill be doomed from the start, 
and hence finding me forlorn...

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What I'm about to write will make no sense to those who have a materialistic worldview: that only matter exists, no mind, no soul, no god. This mindset includes over 1/2 of scientists and probably a majority of self-styled 'intellectuals', professors, journalists, doctors, and more...

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Oligarchy - From the Greek, olígos, meaning few,
	hence, those guys over there, with their 
	hands in their garments; They say they'll
	tell everyone what needs to be done.

Monarchy - Mon, variant of man, man being the 
	singular form, i.e. all for that guy. 

Hierarchy - From...

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Remember,
My Dearest,
December.

On my birthday we met,
The fifth day of the month,
I shall never forget
That awesome occasion--
Your breathless expression,
With winsome persuasion.

A week later, first date, I was late
You patiently waited, knowingly,
Guessing our inevitable fate.
On Christmas Eve I gave you a ring
Nothing too elaborate, I thought,
Small diamond,...

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