Best Syllogistic Poems

“In the time when the heart beat slows” 

In the time when 
the heart beat slows
I close my eyes 
and meet you there
that place of aether
the either or,
the conversation 
takes a turn,
all the trees holding
creatures in my forest
seem to think it’s not
private

all can see 
my...

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It appears that Feyerabend presents a more accurate normative gestalt
for RightBrain epistemology,
how RightBrain solves chaotic puzzles,
while Popper is better for LeftBrain deduction,
diastolic evolving unfolding
of syllogistic logic.
Together evolving toward a dipolar truth
of balancing flexibiity
trending toward regenerative health optimization,
accuracy of truth meets beauty,
as yang embraces yin,
as deduction...

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Perhaps you have read
as I have not
Beard's "Economic Interpretation of the Constitution of the United States."

Yet, here is my prediction,
and I promise to actually read it to confirm and/or deny,
so I suppose I more candidly am saying,
Had I written such a treatise,
my main point is...

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Jesus help me,
cried Mother Earth
to Adam's Sacred Son,
I can't be birthin' all these ego-dominating babies,
gettin' on,
you know...
Makes me sad.
From "Mother Earth's Laboratory Journal", post-millennially self publishing

Money, like fertility,
is sexy,
needing attention
to continue regeneratively thriving,
health icons rooted in wealth values.

Our globally cooperative economy
has two primal thermodynamic rules;
you...

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Then...

Septet World Powers gave inception to
Its scarlet color speaking from seven heads
Designed to duplicate the league from which it began
And...to that end we will adhere to its specifications
Until submission becomes what is forced upon us
This Jah sides with what is deemed as ours
Bowing turned toward...

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Increasing one's mileage
though a long-lost child of Earth
hiking in familiar wilderness areas

sluggish, bed-bound days
wandering in the midst of the night
daydreaming with a night light on
snarled up in bedclothes.

discern internal struggles.
simple, intricate, and exquisite
conversions from the Ember era
In the silence, hear faint whispers

I indulge in sluggish...

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