Choice and the right book have made me a better woman
I used to be a pouter, enraged about everything
Focusing on the slightest slight
I used to be negative
Have you ever read “You cannot afford the luxury of a Negative thought?”
I have
More than once
I read it once a year
Now I am an idealist, an optimist, a creator, a dreamer, a schemer.
My muse and I do not believe in limitations.
I write between ten and forty poems every day.
Goal for myself, competing with me.
I am currently working on twenty-three paintings.
Forty-seven more are in a stack, inked, ready for paint.
Sixteen hundred paintings by me are in my garage.
I am an idealist; living my ideal life.
Categories:
idealist, me,
Form: Free verse
perhaps it's true
i admit it
i confess it
i'm an idealist
i want it all
i want the best
i don't want seconds
i'm not talking
about what's material
i want attention
i want affection
i want what's true
and from the heart
i'm an idealist
and don't expect
or want to
ever change
AP: 1st place 2025
Categories:
idealist, introspection, love, relationship, truth,
Form: Free verse
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
Categories:
idealist, life, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
The Sun has moved into Aries,
giving the spirit rise to new stories.
Exalted speculation in ethical sense,
planets facilitation and its reference.
Shadows after shadows as chain,
the dooming reality and its claim.
The tormented shore of growing race,
and its consequences that we face.
From every depth of good and ill,
lockdown therapy for natures fill.
Spirits of dead properties near to prey,
pulling the rope towards their way.
The remover of all obstacles in distress,
the unhappy need by all dear, to confess.
To consume for the sake to prove,
consummate false Gods egos aloof.
Ambition needing another tone,
for in the universe we are all alone.
Our world its joy and shared in pain,
enchanted mysteries and its contented gain.
Categories:
idealist, 12th grade, spiritual,
Form: Ballade
from the cauldron of universities
budding philosophers
burgeoning idealists
determined to fix the world
of all its malice and corruption
AP: 1st place 2021
Posted on October 30, 2020
Categories:
idealist, confidence, inspiration, longing, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
He walks right through the wall and bounces of the air,
the ideal is the greatest reality as compulsive fair.
Some minds nail the ideal to the cross for depart,
as the ideal once is dissolved from a love drunken heart.
Then those ideals will have wrinkle and aching pain,
when those star fetched orientations shine in vain.
The danger of fanatic idealism ends in self pity,
even when the intellect feels so witty.
The reality of the ideal a soap opera for sure,
experience out of this is the parody to endure.
Fixed ideals the narrow obelisk of will,
haunting graveyards at midnight still.
For some it’s plenty to live by,
the idea and the love to lie.
Welcome divine ideal and destroyer of the world,
when greatness becomes emptiness unfurled.
The modern world ruled by ideals to find,
the tragedy of who is who lost in human kind.
The over stimulated fatalisms as art,
with no intolerance from the heart.
Millions of ‘ifs’ at the twilight dawn beach,
because nature has that magical promise reach.
Categories:
idealist, 12th grade, judgement, philosophy,
Form: Ballad
she dreams under crystal raindrops from lightning drenched clouds
slivers and shivers from a magical place unknown to most
diamond sparkles sprinkled on the grass show her feet the way
prancing in delight, she visited the otherworld in its entirety
Enjoying tulips, lilacs, lilies, gardenias, and succulent smells of orange
A perpetual dream that keeps her safe and unaware of daily worries
given to her by ancestors whose souls went to heaven long ago
she stirs briefly, and there is a hush in her heart, but just for a second
then the dream resumes and she is saving puppies, kitties, and children
An idealist, a humanitarian, and a caring woman, merely dreaming
Categories:
idealist, uplifting,
Form: Imagism
I'm an idealist and a realist,
For my ideas are not dreams but reality in motion.
Categories:
idealist, philosophy
Form: Free verse
The idealist sees the world as moments away
From bounding into a Utopian day
And the people that steal-
Can’t truly be real-?
For what helps another- is theirs they say
And the idealists see the moon with delight,
A gem upon the goddess of night
The idealist is a happy old soul.
The realist sees the world as moments away
From reaching the pinnacle in its eternal decay
And people that steal
Are certainly real-
And must readily be punished today
And the realist sees the moon as a sight,
Of dusts and stones in the darkness of night
The realist is a stable old soul.
Idealists and realists I don’t know what I’d rather be
One soars and crashes-
The other walks purposefully
Idealists and realists I guess I’ll just let them be
For one holds the world together,
And the other sets the world’s dreams free
Categories:
idealist, peopleworld, old, people, moon,
Form: Free verse