COGITO ERGO SUM
I think, therefore I am
Cogito Ergo Sum
As in Latin it’s said
But I’m not a linguist
My headache feels like lead
I think, therefore I am
And my brain tells me so
Am I defined by thought
My neurons are firing
But may still come to naught
I think, therefore I am
So said Rene Descartes
It’s his first principle
Mankind realises
And is invincible
I think, therefore I am
Basics of existence
This is fundamental
But a French perspective
He was continental
Categories:
cogito, i am,
Form: Monchielle Stanza
I scribble because I exist
I exist because I write
I survive in my yearnings
Categories:
cogito, allegory, allusion, appreciation, metaphor,
Form: Light Verse
I have my fears
I have my brakes
but without much thinking
I buy myself many things.
I accumulate many .debts...
Out of fear I tell myself some things
to rationalize and apologize...
I buy, I consume...
Soon I exist...!
Cogito ergo sum ! !
Categories:
cogito, allusion, analogy, appreciation, extended
Form: Light Verse
Every last one of my thoughts
Is begged, borrowed or stolen
Somewhere in memory
They are freeze-dried or frozen
I want to chip at the edifice
Want to recognize what's real
Is it some second-hand artifact
Or a thing I can call real?
Every last one of my friends
Is there because I put them
In some sub-cavernous lair
Like a pre-ancestral cushion
I want to loose my tethers
Get back to a primal state
Take some peyote and howl in the wind
At the village doctor's gate
Is there a demon in the sky
A malevolent presence in the cosmos
Willing it all in a masquerade
And playing off my base illusions?
No wonder we live
No wonder we live
In a state of unbridled confusion
Categories:
cogito, confusion, irony, philosophy,
Form: Lyric
I fight, I live, I die, therefore I am!
My thoughts, my thoughts,
You give me strength.
The winds of war had scattered
my soul, until I read these lines
in a sad column, just specks of truth.
My misfortune blown away
with the cogito, in our Ukraine
orphaned children have stories to
pass on to the next generation, of
a heroic nation under fire and mothers
sending their kids to the front
with tender words and affection.
I fight, therefore I am -- a proud son, daughter, a Ukrainian resistance
with candid air of freedom in my clenched fist.
My thoughts, my beliefs strong like a rock
carry me to being here and now, present in history,
absent in defeat.
Categories:
cogito, war,
Form: Free verse
I'm not notable reader of the rich Latin language,
That treasures within its realm mountainous barns of knowledge…
Thoughts and philosophies, like symphony, around-the-clock,
To this ocean, like sea animals, for full refuge, flock...
Of all, like sediments, one who has settled in my mind,
And floats to the surface, like unfettered feather inter-twined;
Is Rene Descartes – French, who’d taught - cogito, ergo sum,
That altered my concepts, to rationalism, to succumb...
I think, therefore I exist; no existence otherwise?
Is this very concept, yet, as highest as the great skies?
Accessible knowledge; test of best methodical doubt,
Doubting the very existence; whether it's flood or drought...
Fond rebuilding; single-lined philosophy; so modern!
When I teach it to my students they seem problem-ridden;
To me, yet, this phrase and philosophy are august fun,
Like irrational thought battles lost early, are now won...
10 January 2022
Latin Lessons Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
Categories:
cogito, fun, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
“Destiny” implies
a controlling external force -
the random positioning of planets in solar orbit,
or the mysterious machinations of a spurious spirit in the sky -
both impressively improbable and laughably unlikely.
Occam’s razor slashes!
And free will is the last rational refuge standing...
September 14, 2020
Categories:
cogito, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
I wonder...
if that known
were but a dream
and that unknown
were real,
do I exist?
or...
if that known
does not exist
and that unknown
ceases existence
upon becoming known,
can I exist?
Categories:
cogito, introspection, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Science hears what,
Philosophy why
The deafest of twins
—singing in the same choir
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Categories:
cogito, truth,
Form: Free verse
The account of Descartes was redoubtable:
“I exist, since this thought is undoubtable.”
Mister Hume peered inside,
Said, “I see naught besides
Just my thoughts, so your logic is floutable.”
Categories:
cogito, philosophy,
Form: Limerick
I Think Therefore I Am
do I think
or am I just a parrot
barking back ideas
someone spoke in my ear
Categories:
cogito, angst, depression, self,
Form: Free verse
What if the great Rene Descartes,
Renaissance man of many parts.
for all his fame and coruscation
is nothing but a fine creation
of my own imagination?
Philosophically disabused.
I think therefore I am
confused.
Categories:
cogito, imagination, philosophy, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme
If a light thinker, I am superficial...
If ponderous, I am the elephant
in the room, unwanted and unloved.
If I think at all, I am minority,
wandering from problem to conclusion—
again..again
bringing forth curious glances
from everyone who likes one's own conclusions
undisturbed, set in place,
like rows of potted plants
drying over winter.
It is better only to see, not to act.
It is more gentle to the mind
to sit in the attic with a book,
making notes in the margins,
listening to Bartok on the tape,
and wondering if it is safe
to descend the stairs
and banter with the world again.
And what of the world?
To whom does it belong?
If it thinks, are we one?
If it falters, are we lovers?
It is dangerous business, this brazen act
of cogitating. It is the province
of world movers, and rogues.
Perhaps, among us all,
there is more hope for the rogues.
Deo Gratias.
~
Categories:
cogito, introspection, world,
Form: Free verse
I often sit and ponder many things
A host of multifarious subjects:
A few perhaps are shallow but they bring
Me food for thought, the balance are complex.
At times I think about the universe
The sphere of life and death experience.
Those thoughts alone I find myself immersed
In deepest meditation, Transcendence.
And other times I’m simply lost in thought.
Perchance a past event or maybe lines
Of Poetry. My mind has never sought
Retreat. Whatever enters leaves behind
Itself forever nourishing my mind
Improving knowledge gained from Humankind.
Categories:
cogito, introspection
Form: Sonnet