A catholic priest from the Scottish highlands,
Scotus treaded a nonconformist philosophic path,
deviating from the high middle age mainstream,
for his doctrines of realistic beliefs he was maligned.
Digressing from the prevalent dualist tenet of his times,
he denied the distinction between essence and existence,
the abstract concept of living in monism perception
led him to propose the notion of univocity of being.
He countered the contention of divine illumination,
ensuring derivation of precise and pure knowledge,
in situations where the thinking process was fallible,
like the rejection of immaculate conception of Mary.
Proponent of metaphysical introspect contemplation,
for him theology was the practical science of God,
deciding the ultimate union of the liberated soul
with the divine trinity through love in the eternity.
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March 25, 2022
Contest : John Duns Scotus
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
i wish
my muse and i
were
congenital lovers
joined
by the hip
she would swing
her right
hand as i
would bring
my left
we'd meet
fingers meshing
together
digressing of days
dancing cheek
to cheek
completely
complete
her and i
would be we
and so
to
sleep
together
in our congenital
dreams
The Cotswolds are a bunch of hills in rural England's heart
They're green and rolling, full of sheep that frolic, bleat and fart.
People come from far and wide to hike the Cotswold Way,
And from Bath to Chipping Campden lovely views enhance their stay.
The villages and towns each have a unique English charm,
And when the sun shines on those hills there's joy on every farm.
The cows and pigs and chickens temporarily forget their fate,
That tomorrow or the next day they'll be on somebody's plate.
The dry stone walls meander through the fields o'er hills and dales,
And from the very top you can unluckily see Wales,
A country full of Welshmen waving leeks and daffodils,
Who sing too much and abuse their sheep amongst their rugged hills.
I'm digressing, it's the Cotswolds that’s the topic of this ode,
There's beauty round every corner of each winding country road.
So when in England, to the Cotswolds drive without delay,
You won't regret it, honestly, you'll love it every day.
My buttocks both rejoice whene'er those hills come into view,
I love those gorgeous Cotswolds, and I know that you will too.
So you either read them or you didn't.
Either way,
I am digressing,
Shot pool with the old family today.
Played damn fine if I say so.
Nobody really cares about how low you are.
They can help take the negative focus away!
That's enough though.
Oh yeah to my CrUß
Well listen you know who you are.
What do I have to spell it out for ya babe?
I'm jobless,
Broke.
You remember those times at work how I would be blunt?
Well I also gotta mention,
That was special to me too.
Listen I know you probably don't care about all that now.
I'm just young, stupid minded, deep into life,
Aswell as well if I said "ynroh"
You'd say,
"So is everyone else!"
Yeah see if I have sex with you it is no ********.
If you're my wife sex is almost always up to you.
Why is this important you ask?!
Because I still don't have kids,
Ok smoking should ease on.
What can I do to make myself more motivated to write?!
Listen ma'am/sir,
You're my ticket to the good life.
Everyone around is different.
Yet everyone I know.
Themes are overlapping
The current keeps criss crossing
Dreaming and digressing depressing and unkind
Mish mash meandering in a labyrinth of minds
Wonder lost.....fingers crossed....
Misdiagnosed and so stupidly maintained
Disjointed mistake.....
Contorted remorse
No kingdom no horse
Replaying the scene
Rehearsing the song ... unmended
Keep doing wrong
How do I check my tongue?
Why does it always come out wrong?
Ill get forgiven - of course
And then I transcend it - much worse
Imprinted my thinking - not right
I keep on repeating .... my plight
Until I get along, its best I walk alone
How to undo this old refrain
Your spirit I fractured - time and again
A Belligerent Bernie
What he did was disturbing by digressing
Around with minds when he is messing
Now have to understand what he meant
Wife looks good in dress they call a tent.
In repertoire many things are done by Bernie
Even went a journey to find an attorney
And down path as usual we were all led
He ended up seeing the Pope instead.
We would have to hesitate and levitate
And to see letter from Pope have to wait
He had hoped that the letter better be
Addressed to him from honorable Holy Sea.
As tension piled on while it was mounting
Letter had been from a Brooklyn soda fountain
Where on top of Sunday's they have to heap
For belligerent Bernie who is an old creep.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Watching a Sunset
Sunset in the sky, in colorful splendor
Sunset of life, a remembrance of blunders
Sunset of love, a matter of dejection
As love once was of unstinted affection.
A play of oranges, golds and reds in sky
As a posse of thoughts are passing me by.
Digressing to dream of a golden mountain
And a falling sun filtering through fountains
I flit back to view the spectacle in the sky
Now, a poetic play of hues as, home, birds fly.
For Skat's contest on 27/6/2013
Life of a stereotype me not
Doing the actions I forgot
Like freezing when I should be hot
Digressing your opinion of a plot
Doing little when expected of a lot
If I don’t have it, then what do I got
A loose rope with a knot
Or cold piss in a pot
With the gun of truth, here’s my shot
Of the life of a stereotype me not
I walk quickly in circles without hurry
Thinking in panic without thought or worry
As rain hammers down from clear blue skies
Soaking me to the skin; leaving me bone dry
I cross a road without progressing
Whilst rushing slowly to keep from digressing
North pole, South pole
parallel lines.
Sugar and spice,
our noses collide.
English and arithmetic
are both forms of language,
but we don't speak
in common tongues
needed to define.
Darkness, sunshine,
city and grass,
Water and vinegar,
digressing off the map.
Psychology is a science,
and music takes soul,
but our hearts don't mesh
like our bodies do
at the 4 a.m. toll.
A quick, furtive glance
To insure no one can stop
The heinous act by chance
The life about to be taken
Is one that has been
Battered and forsaken
Tired of the disappointments
Attempting to please with
Fruitless compliments
The soul in release, ne'er cold
For the fortunate task
Freeing the tumultuous soul
Digressing from further raving
Time to take the life
Of the end, it is craving
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