Best Ontological Poems

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Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
but my spiritual blood still spills from my poetic pen
like a razor has sliced upon the wrist of the cosmos.
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A...

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I Cooked the Book that Would Not Tap
 
A Doomsday, a nightmare gone wrong,
My hand shot with pain and didn’t stop,
Bandages hid the wound I...

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Cosmology + Ontology = Cosmontology 

NEW Cosmontological Principle: Be SO SO humble! 

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A Sufi Dream-Poem--Our purposefully "proto-conscious" UNI-ballish recycling?

By: Moji Agha
Started...

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SENSE OF UNIVERSAL CREATIVITY CONCEPT BEYOND COSMIC CREATURES REVIEW.
WHY, HOW, WHEN, WHO DESIGNED THE SYLLOGE KNOW HOW CREATOR ONLY KEN. 
OBVIOUSLY, SINCE INCEPTION OF MACROCOSMOS...

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Some say affection is a farce.
I’d surmise a soul who feels as such receives it in sparse parts.
Yet most will one day find themselves in...

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It’s not that they’re stupid, it’s just that they’re unreasonable. They’ve rejected doctors as standing autonomously, when our physical makeup mostly consists of idempotent elements,...

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KRISTINA LUGN, YOU…: Two Sonnets
Dr. Manoranjan Das
One
You’re the  seeker of liberation with ultimate
Aim through  your own creation where  the everlasting
Happiness is nursed...

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Modern living and its obsession with materialism has conditioned us to think that what we can see, and feel is all that is real.

We say,...

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Honey,
please don't even try to get me interested
in your Cranial Ontology Department.
You know how the name itself
puts my brain to sleep.

Yes I noticed your tendency...

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Reading Csikszentmihalyi again,
whose last name would be Csikszenti,
if Mihaly, his first name,
need not also bring up the rear of his family name,
which has nothing to...

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Adam did not exist until God called his name.

He was an unpolished clayware 
retaining his fragile spirit in it. He was a naked man 
who...

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A cupola shin, prickly dick creed, hoary 
 testes tossed, master baiting ova all eel trades
crossed the fecund Rubicon and ejaculated 
   olly...

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I can carry on with a vivid imagination, 
thinking about the future’s upcoming creation.
Technological advances and satellites,
travelling to the moon at the speed of light....

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Toussaint they dance in Louisianna, and New Orleans
Omitting to say that these two places are blood money paid
Unto the colonies, snuffing your revolution by any...

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What’s captured my interest of late:
the notion of maximally great.
Some may find it odd
to talk thus of God,
but it’s part of an age-old debate.

Saint Anselm...

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