Long Declaimed Poems

Why isn't philosophy written most wisely
in poetic verses,
redundantly both-and 
analogical ecology?

Declassifying classic philosophic historians
continuing relentless great debate
about which is most important,
truth or beauty?

This same political philosophy pit 
drifted off a bit 
from scientific recovery
as economics...

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Enjoy, Florence, because you so great are
That on seas and ground your wings you flutter,
And down in hell your name around spreads far!

I found five, among the stealers’ clutter,
Your citizens which then made me ashamed...

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Aah... how great the taste of water...

After lounging in bed until
late morning/early afternoon
we (the missus and I) felt restless
as garden variety buffoon
or think chrysalis itching

to escape encased within cocoon
nevertheless, she mustered hubby
long since retired dragoon
late...

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hidden intentions
forseen      from afar
set in the dark
tracks in the stone
to posterity through cloisters
with empty streams
a desert
     of aged rivers
folds of nothingness
now run cold

treasures like rain
in abundance
lies
...

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« Think, the world remembers only the poets. The name of a country depends on how its poets behave. »
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unashamed christian

I am not into labels, and I don't believe in fables
And I know that God is real
He's more than invisible, more than tangible
He's more than a feel
And I not denominations bashing
But the reasons for...

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WASTELAND

possessed
by words
            yet
             discourse-less
        ...

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possessed
by words
            yet
             discourse-less
        ...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-One

Meantime the Faithful gathered for prayer sans delusions
His Holiness excused himself for the usual ablutions --
The Commandant backtracked to an official car for pow-wow --
Lights dimmed as indoor...

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In the pages of history
there's a baffling mystery
about the passing of the crew 
since eighteen ninety two.

Bright stars turned to dim 
whether fat or slim, 
no one's young, no one's old,
they were all in same...

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Train my love oh train my love. 
My train doesn’t flame.
It burns deeply inside. 
In my heart I am happy. 

Train my love oh train my love. 
Your coach swings. 
Swing by concussion.

Train my love...

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Until a point is posited,
Its position is unclear;
Whether on a pencil
Or belief embraced so dear.

Until a point is set upon
A concrete place of view,
Its meaning is unknown,
Its validity not true.

Until a point is taken up
And...

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AMALGAMS of reality

dreams diversified
          nostalgia 
for the country
      of his soul


colour
    clarified
echos of nature
    with
      the universal
flying
floating
images of marital bliss

 emotion elevated
   ...

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