The fabric of space-time and the Cosmos,
remembers everything we do and say,
it is the way of the Son, the Logos,
whose aura shines like the light of many days.
What happens in a lifetime never dies,
as words and deeds forever are written down,
like inscribed monuments that stir the wise,
to noble acts of grandeur and renown.
But if this song be misleadingly false,
this bard will move heaven and earth to prove,
that the Creator dances only a true waltz
of physics that time can't erase or remove.
Though life and death demand a heavy cost,
the Universe recycles so none are lost.
"Logos"
always there
walking tightropes
beside me
pre-existent
logos walking
parting
waves in air
I turn my back
on eyes that speak
lost knowledge imprint
I turn my back
on recalcitrant
childhood dreams
I turn around ;
you,
the shadow
still seen
a ghost
haunting
persistent
remain
still there,
as if
in dream
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
klb, mlb
gvlm
“Logos” / Ludovico Einaudi
https://youtu.be/teq60vwY7g0
a pen dipped in blood
as is a robe
so writes a mind
now is unrobed
Logos
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Logos_(Christianity)
https://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/Logos
Logo
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Logo
In the beginning, the Word stood alone,
A solitary witness to creation.
Its single nascent syllable was pleasant in tone,
But found itself in need of conversation.
In the beginning, the Word harnessed time,
Till language lit the darkness of existence.
It wove an epic narrative of meter and rhyme
For Echo to get jiggy with Narcissus.
In the beginning, the Word could be heard
To lend its voice to vendors hawking merch.
It sacrificed its soul to play the mockingbird,
Dispensing infomercials from its perch.
In the beginning, the Word was pristine,
But soon became corrupted by the Man.
Xenophobic buzzwords vented venom from spleen.
Political invective fouled the land.
In the beginning, the Word learned deceit,
Revealing innuendo like a stripper,
Commemorating Salomé’s sinister feat
With tropes and taglines framed as sacred scripture.
In the beginning, the Word stood in awe,
Aware of its potential for abuse.
It sifted man from superman by quoting Bernard Shaw,
Then authorized The Tales of Mother Goose.
Poetic Form :: IMAYO
Ethos
Ethos is a means of convincing someone of
the credibleness, probity of persuader.
It's an appeal to ethics, serves to highlight the
persuader's reputation ethical state.
~X~X~X~
Pathos
Pathos is an appeal to the emotions of
the audience and to elicit feelings that
already reside in them. It's an artistic
representation for evoking compassion.
~X~X~X~
Logos
Logos is an appeal to logic and reason;
It is way of influencing an audience
by the principle of reason and the judgement
connected with motivation to do something.
~X~X~X~
Wandering, looking for wonder,
clueless and shoeless machine,
travelling over and under,
here and there. My skin
made of amalgam is shining,
catches the sun and reflects
errors, misprints, underlining,
cases and spaces in texts;
characters, symbols and letters,
mountains, rivers and trees,
big and essential matters
that people face and my keys
lost out there somewhere
by an anonymous lake...
God, I will call you unfair
wonderful brilliant fake,
if omnimeaningful Logos
doesn't exist, doesn't mean.
Even if wonder is bogus,
wander, my writing machine.
One of the first English poems, if not the first one, I wrote 2-3 years ago. Still doubt if it's worth posting. Ok, let it live)
God’s Logos is born
The world aimless stays no more
Its purpose has found
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 June 2016
Logos! The Word of God
What is the Word of God?
to kill whom detest and perceive God in a foreign Manner?
but isn't to Love thy neighbor as thyself?
You must truly hate yourselves then
Deny all, what is left to accept
your heart will call back
I taste the air
around my lungs,
reaching for divinity
a lone sparrow
that carries
a sacred missive,
in a perfect language
words that spoken together
stir hearts as one,
bringing all
to a place of knowledge
immovable
but traveling fathoms,
only ever touching
on the profound
never
(too much too soon)
Augurs will pronounce
peace to multitudes,
as in the opened wings
of a dove,
the first scribe of truth
lets one feather fall
the first contact
in the language
of the birds
was pure silence
that marked the depths
trilling a passage
to peace
Logos of a lyric poet
gleans the page, so white. It’s the
esurient exponent of
heart and mind. How I
wish I could be his reader, instead
I choose to write about--
this childish yellow butterfly,
spreading its fragile wings and comes
to listen, intently, the rhythm
of my blood. Hmm, she will
be, surely, noted by me not only for
tonight, but for many years
after that
countless tingles of
skin to skin
will sip the wine of poetry
and commingle, un-agitated,
into my own inner craving.
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