Best Syllogism Poems
"Tertium guid...."
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Spending a few moments pondering
The syllogism of existentialism, and
All of the pages of histories
Finds, movements, theories and themes....
The intricities; complexities
Compounds; variables and factors
Real or imagined?
Proven, and reproven
Or, reasonings and conclusions
Breakthroughs!?
How far we've come
How far we've gone
On and on, and on and on....
Scientifical; anthrolifical; astronomical
Enlightenments, and advancements
Psychological; philosophical
Both, for me and you
That is, if we do, share
The same points of view?
Oh how I love complete silence
Stillness....
The meditation of contemplation
Trying to take hold, of the transitory
And to incise it, into forevers
Monomorphic stone!?....
Standing amid, a quaglistic earthium
Chisms of revisums; revisums, of the isms
Circular conjugation, concoursing
It's configurations....
Unbeknown, toward, a conflagration
Beyond the eyes?
This, schizogenic, schizogenesis
Genesis, of another nature
"Dementia Praecox"....With no eraser!
Gabylon, now in every nation....
Welcome, to, "My View!!!"
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......Helter Skelter.......
Note: Smile ~ A repost as a contribution
towards the Halloween spirit here at..
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From the Nostril Vortex
I breathe in your perfumed
Plasma leaves from the nostril vortex.
I thrive in the pleasant scenes and velvet touchings.
I wince like a skybird earthbound.
Dare to escape from me.
Dare to hide in the dark.
Shhhh! Don’t make a sound.
I am dancing without shoes in the moonlight.
I am waltzing with precise pre-planned movements in space.
I am spewing out movements that show you and me,
The two of us, walking the precise path to here and there,
And then finally to the place of all endings,
And like the cool morning mist, death enters unseen.
“It’s the tomb! I’m in the tomb!
Mother, Father come get me here in the dark!”
But first, slowly slowly slowly…
I lift up her leg there in the shadows,
And I caress, and smell and lick.
“I have found the best time!
This is the most excellent moment!”
I was there in the dusty places,
I was hanging nearby with all of you.
I was wet with unimagined enticings,
Weary, oh so world-weary to the nucleus of my bones!
Of tentatively living all the years of a dubious lifetime,
And of finally dying in the dry ditches of twenty thousand days.
“Come here honey, kiss me now, here in the distant cemetery.
We can hold on to each other
As the mad earth spins into oblivion.
“Sir, would you be so kind?
Some mindful enterprise and
The Pretext Syllogism combo.
And I will have a side of nomenclature
And for dessert two heapings of existential mind mysogenation,
Topped with granulated mesomorphic nom de plume!
Dancing, dancing, dancing and holding on.
She and me sweating in the black heat.
No other way to live.
No other way to breathe.
“I am just here.
See? Know what I mean?
I was born into this like all of you!
I had nothing to say about it.
What do ya say, honey? What do ya say?”
Can a man – all alone - foist a god upon his fellows
Even if it’s only himself
And they his subjects
G.. is Akbar!
Does the muezzin from the minaret of Qoutoub-Minar
look up or
down to the illiterate savant emperor
whose newly-ordered cosmos
much as Tamerlane and Genghis Khan's blood
mixed gods
invented the Gysin-Burroughs cut-up and fold-in method
a cornucopian chimera
shi'ite-sunnite-kharidjites
hindu/buddhist-jain
confucian-taoist/zoroastrian
orthodox-christian/judaic
saivite-vaisnavite
mahayanist-theravadite
shintoist-zen-chan
agnostic-atheist
A…. is Great!
In the begining there was no VERB for him
In the end
from
"brahmana" Himalayas to the "asurya" Deccan
from
Ghazna and Kabul to the spent chugged mouth of the Ganges
where bloomed the Allah-Upanishad
One common language
One uncommon religion
One classless society
One mutually nourishing art
One scientific quest
and the sweet music of friendly disputation
within then the world’s vastest book and art collection
though knowingly
took to wife an Hindu princess
chose his prime counsellor from among the Brahmin élite
where within hearing distance lithesome nymphs bathed in scented milk
his victoriously wearied warrior limbs back from punitive expeditions
through Panipat Delhi Agra Punjab Gwalior Ajmer
Gujarat Bengal Sind Orissa Baluchistan Ahmadnagar Kashmir
Khandesh
to circumscribe the sub-continent
a Ceasar at the court of Fatehpur-Sikri
Akbar is ___!
Who would parse and complete or conclude the syllogism
For « One » who dared abolish the jiziyah
Note: Jalal ud-Din Muhammad Akbar (1542-1605), the third Mughal Emperor, edicted that muezzins should herald the rising of the sun by the call: Allah-u-Akbar!
The « jiziyah » , a word of Arabic origin, meaning a tax levied on non-Muslims who wished to conserve their own property, and imposed by the Moghul sovereigns – on and off - in India, was abolished by Akbar in his seventh year of accession to the throne.
©: T. Wignesan, March 13, 1992 (from the sequence/collection: "Words for a Lost Sub-Continent")
"Tertium guid...."
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Spending a few moments pondering
The syllogism of existentialism, and
All of the pages of histories
Finds, movements, theories and themes....
The intricities; complexities
Compounds; variables and factors
Real or imagined?
Proven, and reproven
Or, reasonings and conclusions
Breakthroughs!?
How far we've come
How far we've gone
On and on, and on and on....
Scientifical; anthrolifical; astronomical
Enlightenments, and advancements
Psychological; philosophical
Both, for me and you
That is, if we do, share
The same points of view?
Oh how I love complete silence
Stillness....
The meditation of contemplation
Trying to take hold, of the transitory
And to incise it, into forevers
Monomorphic stone!?....
Standing amid, a quaglistic earthium
Chisms of revisums; revisums, of the isms
Circular conjugation, concoursing
It's configurations....
Unbeknown, toward, a conflagration
Beyound the eyes?
This, schizogenic, schizogenesis
Genesis, of another nature
"Dementia Praecox"....With no eraser!
Gabylon, now in every nation....
Welcome, to, "My View!!!"
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......Helter Skelter.......
Your face contorts in a twisted effort
Plaintive in non-decorous reverberation
A terrain around a pair of distant orbs
Lost in extemporaneous consternation
To ward off the fear of unwanted evanescence
Upon the wanton revelation
Of a day you wish had never existed
Tremors beset a set of fingers
While the mind steadies the hand that lights
A random electric cigarette to calm the nerves
That being the fact of how you face facts
Always taking an indirect approach
Which has led to the current page of fate
And the smoke from nothing rises
Of nothing, to nothing, vaporous memories
Images of shadows addressing empty chairs
Avoiding the real elephants in the rooms
Treating image as symbol pointing to symbol
God is a symbol of God type thought
Abstractions that shy away from syllogism
The twisted logic of counter-inference
This may not be what you think it is
(Depending who you are and where you stand)
But you will fall back into your own constructs
And reconfirm the calcified habits of defection
In tandem with the anthem of rigorous rejection
Of all that follows a labyrinthine trail of thought
And seek out digressive thought patterns
A complete refusal to sit on concrete
And count the chips on palm of hand
Daydreams of consummate approaches
Please show me a thigh; I mean, a sign
Followed by a sigh, of the kind
That follows such frames of mind
Prime….
How can you shape your life?
If there are no prime in nature then how can step in lawfully.
If you had no keys to door that grand then how you can come in.
Innings have ways and tricks.
Labors of loves have laugh at last.
Words are lace works and forces are means.
With no lattices draw in red then there are no blue.
Babe blues are sets of moods.
Life propositions are loves and wealth.
Physiology all are may be normal as shaped.
All across the boards are buys and sells.
Buy me but no sell me.
Who look up to china commie and who just look up to loose cannons.
Life that made as FRAUST would be living hard devices and lame questions for life.
What are news?
As china commies black out our worlds or acting about with laws that bad or with hearts that false.
To be primed to do our propositions must be good but lured.
Lusts are sexes.
Who play a trick or pull a stunt.
Genes of deer could be horses in case of fake syllogism and china tyrant dictators’ means of words and literary persecutions.
Can fetus be conceived by men?
Of courses but there are china forced abortions and men torments both.
What is true that resemble prime?
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3------------
"Tertium guid...."
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Spending a few moments pondering
The syllogism of existentialism, and
All of the pages of histories
Finds, movements, theories and themes....
The intricities; complexities
Compounds; variables and factors
Real or imagined?
Proven, and reproven
Or, reasonings and conclusions
Breakthroughs!?
How far we've come
How far we've gone
On and on, and on and on....
Scientifical; anthrolifical; astronomical
Enlightenments, and advancements
Psychological; philosophical
Both, for me and you
That is, if we do, share
The same points of view?
Oh how I love complete silence
Stillness....
The meditation of contemplation
Trying to take hold, of the transitory
And to incise it, into forevers
Monomorphic stone!?....
Standing amid, a quaglistic earthium
Chisms of revisums; revisums, of the isms
Circular conjugation, concoursing
It's configurations....
Unbeknown, toward, a conflagration
Beyond the eyes?
This, schizogenic, schizogenesis
Genesis, of another nature
"Dementia Praecox"....With no eraser!
Gabylon, now in every nation....
Welcome, to, "My View!!!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
......Helter Skelter.......
Enthymeme:
A syllogism or other argument,
logical and ecological and theological,
in which a relational premise
or the rationally robust conclusion
is [0] unexpressed.
All truth is healthy
All beauty is truth
Therefore, All Beauty is [truly] Healthy
All trust grows democracy
All active distrust fuels elitist supremacy
Therefore, All isolating distrust smothers democracy
Where truth and trust remain confluently enthymematic
effluent
fertile
regenerative
resonant,
and resiliently so.
Effluent intuitive memory,
enthymematic,
in which one remedial subject
follows in-between the co-acclimating minor center
of the Other side's ZeroZone Earth purpose
for passionately nurturing comfort or punishment,
for regenerating organic balance or strategic imbalance,
for healing and moving ego's muted heart and voice
eco-therapeutically forward
Beauty speaking ecstasy
Green as leaves and grass
absorbing hues of blue and red
as ecofeminist Black lives
ultra-nonvioletly refuse to splatter
mere punishing avoidance
of healthy cultural climate matters,
Enthymematic rainbow allies
restore cooperative democratic responsibilities,
Enthymematic in-between tipping points
actively seeking feeling/thinking reparation opportunities
to move all EarthTribe's 3/5ths human theocracy
to 4/4 RealTime Democracy
in balancing keys of C
for CommonSense
YinSquared = Yang BigBang enlightenment,
bicameral secular liberation
into green peace sacred conservation
of almost Here with Now
enthymematic prememories
without closed
anti-systemic
dead reduced conclusions,
universally empty
entropic
absent
insignificant
chaotic without complexity...
Primal MuseSoul syllogisms,
MajorLeft and MinorRight
not not co-relationally balancing
Healthy WuWei EnthyMemes.
Written: December 29, 2024 For Contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker.
(Line Of Inquiry)
“Mistaken that I was this body-mind,
I succumbed to desire and fell to fear
but on choosing pathways loving and kind,
light of God in heart began to appear
and truth of my true essence became clear,
which made in God’s image, is living light,
gripping us in rapture of bliss delight.”
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In a katabatic abyss, where fears may lie,
I am seeking the light that may never die.
Laden with syllogism, I grasp toward sky,
To ascend above, and learn how to fly.
Despite visceral hurdles, I will never sigh,
In God's kindness, somnambulic bias rely.
A jettison reattempt of fears, as tears dry,
I must descry my power, as days clop by.
Held in quiet sanctitude, enshrined in core comply,
In His persuasive powers, we shall heal and vie.
Baring souls, exposing warts in cathartic spark spy,
A surrogate to authentic grace, akin to stars so high.
A bond of belief boldly binds, as souls neatly unify,
On prosperous pathways, our dreams amplify.
Often, I find the soothing sound serenading as I cry,
Sniffing out who is seeking my steadfast reply.
Opining On Sacraments Of Self-Ordained Loathsome Sacredotalists
When the rascal dons his garments of meerschaum shade
with loud mendacious voice he covers his mugwump cries
Waving a banner of loquacity, expostulations are made,
and he assumes a 'Forma Pauperis,' as greed's vault denies.
In presentation of false reliquary for one's honor as trade!
Using syllogism as a vituperation of feigned intellect
and as a tutelar shield of humility's penitent remorse
it courts hypocrisy as siren's call of beauty select,
to claim unyielding progress upon an Elysium course
as a wizard of unerring wisdom and not one of neglect!
Stealth, Facilis descensu Averni, as a liquefied shield
and a Hydra guise as foreordination of divine might
claiming Ichor flows within a brave heart that never yields,
lives in an impenitence state, as guards against truest light
as Frankalmoigne 's holy grip over heaven's flowering fields!
Such a worthy magnificent truth, as bears repeating:
a discourse on frailty and weakness of dark, fallen souls
as canon of doctrine on those that seek truth's defeating
while proclaiming angelic shine to reach such wicked goals
they that garner blinded praise, while devilishly cheating
When the rascal dons his garments of meerschaum shade
with loud mendacious voice he covers his mugwump cries.
Waving a banner of loquacity, expostulations are made,
and he assumes a 'Forma Pauperis,' as greed's vault denies.
In presentation of false reliquary for one's honor as trade!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-24-2020,
Allusion,
( What The Owl Knew Of The Hidden Dark Within Mankind's Blinded Souls )
Note: This is the final poem in the five part series...
Whether the future presents itself as generator of
inspiration to ink along these lines is yet again to
be determined. If so:
Then ink shall fly,
do not ask why
for life is brief
rude acts must cease
those with no shame