Philosophy Blank Verse Poems | Examples
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I want Love again and again
Although Love does not want me!
Drenched in deathless golden light
I inscribe her name on the rib of the chest
Whether it is a lie or a mirage
Yet I catch the spring in my eyes
Awaking in her dream in illusion
I want to forget this gloomy world
May the heart of the world purify by her touch
Let the influx flow in every cell of the body
Let the veins sing the song of the awaited future
As if I can love the love from birth to birth
To some of you, I represent a religion
Whatever that religion is
I hope it is freedom, love and ____ing intense belief.
In humanity, In yourself, your future self and your impact
It is excellence, acceptance, perseverance
and a voice
Even when they have their hands on your throat
A voice to speak up against what is Ill
The illness of hate, fear, of self-preservation
and most of all stupidity
Yours Truly
Why do you curse me now?
You smeared me with rotten words
You spoke with your mouth
That may all my children be like me
How could you wish me that?
Why this bitterness now?
Why, surely, all the children?
To be like me
This useless!
To be like me
Why do you condemn
My innocent children
To such a life? A stained life
Never, Never, Never
You must eat those evil words
You have polluted my future
My children a treasure to me
They should not be like me
Try someone else
Who?
Who on earth
Who on earth would want
To be anything close to me?
Unkind, unreasonable, uncouth
A complete waste of space
A bulletproof idiot
I will not
I will not sit
I will not sit back
And watch you finish
My whole generation.
Why me? While like me?
A resolute reprobate
Why not you? or even
And other eco-friendly people
Roaming this earth
Apologize.
Apologize, I swear
Apologize before I unleash
The worst of me
Stop your curses.
tribes
What is said is said and cannot be undone
the white people take a perverse delight
in denigrating themselves as it should be
a fearful badge of honour
(Do we detect a certain pride?)
Every tribe of people where murderous against
incomers as they upset the balance of cohesion
and must be fought with cruelty.
Every tribe in the world has committed atrocities
even the Jews, when given a chance,
But only the whites revel in the false culpability.
Was literature, art, music, philosophy and morals
a white man's burden?
They come from Muslim countries to seek sanctuary
yet demand we shall bend to their will to respect
Their faith, at the same time, hates Christianity
trying to destroy those who gave them succour.
White people should be proud we achieved greatness
where others sank into barbary.
The England I knew
When I came to England in the seventies, I settled
in a dreadful town called Elsmere Port
the saving grace, it had a library and was near Chester
and Liverpool.
My education was a woeful lacking substance I took
classes in counselling, philosophy, literature and of all
thing acting, an art that always has fascinated me.
The chasm between workers and bosses was not deep
even the Tory party had a human face
Then came the catastrophe, in the form of a female
called Margarete Thatcher.
Greed is right; there is no society, and workers were
encouraged to buy their council homes and social
housing virtually stopped.
Factories closed “get on your bike” was the mantra
England stopped being a pleasant place to live.
It got worse; BREXIT came and tore Britain apart
people had been seduced to think it was patriotic
to vote for Brexit. (To take the country back)
The decline is for all to see, foodbanks and poverty
among riches, and it was with sorrow I saw the once
fine nation falls into cynicism. and the murder
of NHS, a pearl in a tattered crown
I have often wondered where the soul resides beyond
The wavering seas of this life’s unending circumstance,
Where it comes to rest when this infirmed body lies
In everlasting sleep shrouded satins and lace embraced,
To my surprise, most think the soul rests in holy arms
Spread wide to receive myriad spirits of all humankind.
But could it molder like the worthless shell so encasing
For evidence tends to dust we shall return, vanishing
From the hopes of immortality, no more seen to gather
To ourselves faith, love, hope—the graces souls prize,
Nor seen near or far, no evidence of it appearing here
In this realm where much about death is left to ponder.
written June 22, 2021
Guns in Sweden
Sweden has problems with too many guns
shoots hole in the night.
Many refugees came to Sweden, who thought
when the refugees discovered a Nordic paradise
they would become Swedes overnight.
The inhabitance of this Eden has a discriminatory heart.
The glance of an eye tells the truth.
There was a clash of culture.
People of the same philosophy likes to live close to each other,
for them, Sweden has a cold heart.
No work no education, guns are easy to buy.
I don´t know the solution
Perhaps the Nordic people, are too regimented
and it will take time to change this attitude.
The foresight
When I look back on my life, which I seldom do
I think in my writing, I should be deeper; alas, my self-mockery gets in the way.
Why should I think I`m intellectual to have any worth to say?
It appears to me that many on Facebook feel important enough to enlightening us with their homilies?
If you live like this or that, you will find peace and happiness.
Balderdash!
Reading what philosophers said, is interesting but it does not change your mind.
Nor does reading the bible makes you a Christian.
Gladness is a gift and the place for village idiots who lack the ability
to reflect upon life.
speculated on what life is for is useless; the only cure is acceptance
that life is cruel, and if you live long enough, friends may drive you around
asking you about the old days, a time you rather forget.
No religion or philosophy will rescue you; you are on your own until death.
Poetry, a search for language for
emotion, wanting clarity, is it worth
speaking on? For the sake of the
good. It doesn’t mean it’s for the
right, poetry alone won’t cure moral
chaos.
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I reminisce, I miss- now day by day,
old-fashioned values that have disappeared.
Past times supplied more logic to conform
to standards made quite clear to understand.
What was taboo, is now approved as good;
what was approved- dismissed as old-frontier.
The state of modern times shows a new view
on what is now considered right or wrong.
These current days provide much less to weed
full confirmed rights from self-assigned virtues,
or what is best to fight or now support.
I reminisce, I miss- those clear-cut rules.
March 28, 2021
Finding inner joy and peace,
is knowing you are complete!
Being comfortable in your own skin.
Not looking for any approval from
others, but showering love on them.
Knowing the world is perfect the way
it is and the way it is not.
That's freedom and enlightenment,
my precious one!
Thus grows that sparkling
rose beauty I so admire in you.
And your love's light illumines
and surrounds this planet, too.
I am so very blessed to know you!
12-8-2020
Three days and topo,
Drawn circle to stay
Within; can’t
Encounter another.
Three days of solitude
Bare provisions, no tent;
Fruit, jerky, one egg,
Three matches.
The rest of food to find
Mid-summer, Sierra,
Plenty if you know,
Nothing if not.
Night one, little sleep
Chilled, shaking fingers
Touch flame to tinder –
Welcome whisp.
Eat one half orange
Put egg within
Then orange into coals –
The first breakfast.
Eve, day two,
The silence doesn’t speak;
Smells and sounds
Grow strong and loud.
Night three, a voice
Different language
Primal, musical,
Ecstatic, empowering.
Hike back, meet others
Sit in circle, no talk,
Eat sandwiches
Listen to a drum.
I close my eyes to old ends and open my heart to new beginnings;
For beginning is the most important part of any work.
I struggle, persevere, toil and wrestle,
I spare no effort to achieve the unachieved,
To reach greater heights and new destinations,
For I believe, that life begins at the end of our comfort zone.
Life as Cluster
it seems to
boil down to
this simplicity:
life is a cluster of
appearances and that
in which appearances
appear..
the larger question
seems to be
whether a question
ever arises as to
these appearances:
do they stand alone
or in what medium
do they appear..
Recognizing
the cluster..is this our
Only purpose...?