Best Philosophysweet Poems
The flower of reason is sweet to they who smell;
To men who pass it by, they know but Hell.
But he who plucks it, takes it as his own,
Builds gardens rare that else were never known.
The light of logic parts the shadows gray;
The night of ignorance runs swift away;
The mystic creeds are shown for what they are:
The shades of shadows fled in fear afar.
The ground of truth is gold to walk upon,
And he whose feet are bare has gold to give;
Each step he takes but glorifies the dawn----
The dawn, the day, the lifetime that he lives.
His hands swing free, his head is back and high,
He sees his steel stems frame out the sky;
And where those weeds called crosses one-time stood,
He smiles to know that now they're gone for good.
Though men who pass it by know only Hell,
The flower of reason's sweet to they who smell.
I love -- though there be imperfections…
For I am not quite perfected yet;
Still I am striving to be… as sweet confections
Without griping or regret
Loving unconditionally
--Yes--
Loving unconditionally
Without griping or regret
Still I am striving to be … as sweet confections
For I am not quite perfected yet;
I love-- though there be imperfections…
Simplicity, Oh how sweet you are.
Feel thy river flow into the thoughts
Not to overtake them, but to merely visit.
Give a sweet moment of rest.
Overflow into the deep crevices of complexity.
Fill them with cool refreshing peace.
Rhythmically, revisit the familiar banks
Gently wear away accumulated sediments.
Weary days are long past.
Simplicity, shine upon these eyes.
Show clearly what must be cherished most.
Enlighten the soul with wisdom.
Intensify love toward God and His creations.
Shine bright when life's distractions offer many paths.
Let love embrace thee, and be filled with joy.
Simplicity. Do you hear the cry?
Is it true? You do not exist
I choose simplicity, fantasy and all.
Posted for Brian's One Up contest. (But I was too late to enter it.)
Written about Fall of 2003 (Before I was keeping writing dates.)
Decided to Enter it in Brian's A Poem from Thee contest. This is from me! Smiles.
Have you not heard?
Have you not known?
Alone, pleasure endures,
but for a moment
It fleets as the wind!
As the wind,
it knows not,
where it has been,
As the wind,
it knows not,
where it is going
Alas!
Except pleasure lives on,
beyond the surge of ecstasy,
beyond the lonely island of remorse
Except it lives on,
in the sweet memories
and melodies of the soul
Except it bears the sweet fruits,
of deep and abiding satisfaction,
fruits of gratitude and goodwill,
drooping from the magnificent branch
of inner peace,
dropping from the evergreen tree
of quiet meditation,
tended in the everlasting vineyard,
by the husbandman himself,
who makes all things beautiful
It is in sweet surrender that solace doth soar,
in its passive glory reaching beyond the clouds,
it is in sweet surrender that solace doth pour,
enlightenment- clearing all the mind confounds