Best Logic Poems
Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.
- Albert Einstein
Using wit and logic here and there
May help you out in times of despair -
But if you jump from the sky,
And think you could fly
Imagining does take you EVERYWHERE!
To every thing there is a season,
A time to bring the reasoning,
Higher logic` of heart’s project,
Into view, for the mind to review,
For some say the mind` is the only logic,
Leaving love’s heart without a project,
This mistake, takes the cake,
From this illusion` humanity must awake,
For tis the season` for higher reasoning,
And this will we do, as through God we pursue,
Love’s higher logic` God’s higher project,
An undertaking` of re-awakening,
A mind asleep, by it’s peep,
God’s Logic; the cosmic of higher mind’s project,......................................(Isaiah 55:8-9)
Love’s Faith; built on higher logic,..............................................(Hebrews 11:1-3 & 5-6)
Not on humanity’s` earthly minded projects,
For it will always try to dodge it,
By lower logic,
Actually` enough said, the lower mind level logic` is dead,.......................(Genesis 2:16-17)
While actually, God’s higher logic, the cosmic mind’s project, did not dodge it,
Respect of love` gave the choice to man, the level of plan,
By level of chosen logic, man chose his own project,
By tree of life, or tree of strife,
Would it be life, by tree of life,
Or death’s tree, of the mind’s strife,
The heart's, sacred start,
Or mind’s depart, from it’s heart,
Now you know the rest of the story, life’s glory,
For death was impaled, the stake did not fail, love swelled,...............(Colossians 2:13-14)
Drawing us all by love, above,
The logic of death,
That death` the mind did bequeathed,
Leave the dead dogs, lying in the grass,
For death has passed!!
Dedication; "Diogenes Zuniga " I though of your personal undying faith in Love, the higher
logic of God, who is love. All the while I was writing this, may God richly reward you with
many fruits of love's logical righteousness, for it is the true riches of heaven. Stay logical, in
love, my brother. Sincerely, Moses
9-25-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
Your ways of logic are fu*ked, gutted, and thrown to the wolves. A weaker metamorphosis can never survive. Alone with us, you’ll never make it out alive. Your ways of belief are fu*ked, gutted, and thrown to the wolves. Useless thoughts are now obsolete. Your only purpose is to be stripped of your meat. You’ll pray. Beg for death. This pain never ceases unless by my hand. Hatred flows through this human form like sinew,…yet as I watch you die…I feel nothing. We’ll slit the throats of the neigh Sayers and witness the approaching dawn. With the morning dew collecting on glossy dead eyes, hand in hand we feel nothing.
Nothing has a reason to begin with
It is a party of its own with no clothes on
Formulaic intricacies grow wild in mushroom clarity
Causality set in motion by music sounds out loud
Its grasp far reaching, weightless, astounding
On a line of invisibility destiny stretches in a yawn
Violins have no strings to be attached to any song
Held fast in times illusion
Dancing is forbidden in the dark
Freedom is an extension, not exactly hair
Randomly receding in all directions
Time is unwinding on tomorrows blink
Strobe-lights are an afterthought of spinning on
History sinking fast with every drink
Coming to festivities with one shoe missing is wrong
The black one or was it a sneaker
Let me think
Music laughs at circumstances quite like this
But changes tempo as it wishes
Surrounds circles so circular and round
Directs them to their proper corners square
Orgasmic at the edges of forgetfulness in fun and laughter
Circles are not square
Not yet!
The evening is young and has no children
Light the cigarette with caution
Don't forget the curtains
For no other reason than attention to be friendly
Tip the waitress when the party ends
Logic dictates that we leave before we came
That way we can go and never come again
does the process of elimination ~ make much sense by inclusion
or is mans reasoning clearly rearranged ~ by woman’s exclusion
By
David Kavanagh
hms
the soul
rose above
the lust of the body
the fingertips
learned braille
breathless yet shy
curves craving for
a study
the soul
is neither
masculine nor feminine
they all
love the spiritual violin
the mind
eyed them both
with a grin
never underestimate
the powers of
a good spin
you need logic
you need magic
the self
hissed I don't belong
to the patience shelf
the conscious
shrugged shoulders
blamed the subconscious
peace by fusion
a momentary confusion
tasting eternal
feeling infernal
if it's explicit
it's gotta be parental
a gig of voices
clouding the temple
walked away
the lonely heart
i was nothing but a chew
right from the start
tamer hossam
Copyright © tamer hossam | Year Posted 2020
Pure logic is the ruin of the spirit.
- Antoine de Saint-Exupery
”Pure logic is the ruin of the spirit”
If he concludes to use a narrow eye
Or cannot feel a sense of rain
Without dark clouds upon the sky
Or feel the glow of something grand
Without a sun upon the land
Believing in what can’t be seen
Imagining what might have been
Where logic lifts, in smoky rings
Can take us far beyond our dreams
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For Waylee Whitlock's Contest "My Favorite Quote"
Judgment logic
Ironic comes the curse in store,
When brain damage, dims your mind for sure,
When half-wits are, talking down to you,
Not sharp enough to get your due,
A judgment you endure.
You see the way they laugh at you,
Look down their long nose snotters, blue,
Sad sack the name they give you too,
Poor dummy, can’t ignore?
15 years of suffering,
stupid things, home they bring,
till me brain then gets restored,
intelligence comes forward,
no longer now abhorred,
I served me time, have you?
Millions of judgments in the earth,
Born no arm, no eyes, your worth,
What logic does ensue,
You and the family suffer too,
All at different levels true,
It is no cause for mirth,
Gods judgment in the earth,
You can’t quite see it blue?
Closed minds will have to do?
Till perhaps rebirth…
Don Johnson
Pure logic, like pure oxygen,
For humans creates too rich an atmosphere,
That is unsafe for humans to dwell in for all but short periods.
It is an atmosphere that contains no trace,
Of Love or kindness,
Of compassion or tenderness,
Of integrity or forgiveness,
Of Hope or repentance.
Pure logic might help us do the maths,
But with no trace of any intangibles,
And nothing to breathe life into the human spirit,
It should be used as directed by those who,
Have built up a healthy supply of wisdom.
Logically logic can be logic
And vise a verses a
If you are not logical
Then you lack logic
Doesn’t this sound logical?
It’s logical not to go 80mph in a 55mph zone
If you do then you are not logical
You then have what is called: dumb logic
It’s logical to fill your lungs with air
Filling them with ANY type of smoke means
You have dumb logic and lack logic, I have dumb logic, lol
Logic is knowledge and common sense
It’s logical to kiss your wife hello and goodbye
This is a no brainier
If she ever asks you: How does my make-up look
There is no good answer
If she asks, do I look fat is this dress
NEVER SAY YES!!
That's Logically deadly if you say yes!
Grace is the face…
That God will place..
In life’s poetic race…
Vow grace, a place..
In earthen poetic pace
We each will place…
Of poetic grace…
At the end of life’s race
Assurance of Agape’s face
Esteems us all as first place
The precept of life is the face of God from which the old
heaven and earth will flee away, as a new heaven and earth
is revealed; also, our new perception. Old things are passed
away “Behold, all things become new.” As carnal minds are
also renewed. (Rev. 20:11 & Rev. 21:1) (II Corinthians 5:17)
(Romans 12:2) KJV
logic
and emotion
coexist but conflict
heart and mind struggle to decide
who wins
It makes
No cents
At all .
(Learning prudence at a young age.)
Granddaughter is back
for another weekend visit.
She's a voracious talker.
"Mom and Kenny,"
she says. "argue about
who gets to do the dishes.
Mom says, I will do them.
Then Kenny says, No,
It's my turn."
"That will soon be resolved,”
I say. “Your mom will decide
Kenny gets the job."
"I said that in my mind,”
she quips.
“But not out loud.”
Poor Paddy's wife thinks he is cruel
Because of his strict leap year rule
No leap year - there’s no gift
It's caused many a rift
But Paddy says he is no fool!
His wife gets no gifts for three years
She’s fed up and bursts into tears
With a decree nisi
She could date a kind guy
But this request falls on deaf ears!
Their daughter says buy mum some lunch
Or flowers in a pretty bunch
Paddy thinks on his feet
And buys her a ‘treat'...
A packet of cheap monster munch!
02/07/20