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Wayland here again with another clerihew to end the year
These will probably never be famous, but that isn’t the fear
Sometimes the honesty is these may be just a little too strong
They're all done in fun, but some lines seem to go wrong
The philosopher lays the blame in the characters included
Only to what’s written here on the soup has he alluded
No outer sources does he ever interview
I say sorry to those victimized by my clerihew
Mr. Bunch, I don't remember calling myself that
Hasn’t been the one known to avoid a spat
Of what he feels and sees he likes to write
These truly are in fun, with little or no spite
Jack E I haven’t looked yet to see his new work
He has so much wit he could be a funny jerk
But he writes and really abstains from anger
If he got mad though, I’d bet there’d be intellectual danger
Good thing he’s Santa with no time to read these
If you see him, probably don’t mention them please
I don’t want to encourage him with another form
The quatrain that is what has become his norm
Advancing in age but he’s still feisty old Saint Nick
If you don’t believe me you’ll have to read his limerick
I said limerick but he’s naughty in more than one
If you want a particular Santa’s Beard is filled with pun
FJ Thomas seems to enjoy being clerihewed
Her comments leave me believing she’s no prude
An example would leave some saying I’ve a dirty mind
I’d have to say did you really read or are you blind
I’m glad Mrs. Thomas decided not to leave
She felt the affection from the comments she did receive
I try to leave affectionate comments for my part
But I know often times my a** is a little to smart
How many of these about PD could I write
If I started now I’d be here till tomorrow night
She definitely is engrained everywhere just read
I still hold that of a new nemesis she has some need
Then she could destroy her imagery is uncanny
I bet under the bullying category she has many
So sweet and innocent my first impression of her
Then I went back and found why she’s called destroyer
Yes Linda couldn’t have picked a better name
The poor souls that were the victims of her fame
I remember a specific one haven’t seen him around
If she’s looking for a new victim, tell her I can’t be found
Once again note that these are all in fun, and only 99% of this should you believe, lol. I had about 5 more but ran out of space and courage haha.
DOMESTICATED ANIMALS
Our friends, Animals,
Your name from the Greek word
“Anemos” comes,
That Anaximenes, the wise of old,
The divine wind, that sustains the
Universe, named,
Which with every breath, the lugs of
Living beings fills
All of them animates.
Our comrades you are,
Our benefactors,
Companions in our life’s
Journey,
Guarantors of our
Endurance,
The path to survival, you
Have guarded for us,
Us, who call ourselves,
Humans
Without your presence, absent
We today would be
That’s why I call you
Benefactors
Because
You kept us fed when
Hungry were,
Kept us warm, when from
Cold we suffered,
On your uncomplaining backs
You carried us
And our hard labor you, for us,
Performed
Never asking something
In return
For
Your unending sacrifices!
The time has come for me
And all of us, I believe,
Our gratitude to you
To demonstrate
By treating your nature
With kindness
And never cause you
Any pain
Since you, as well as us,
GOD'S creation are,
Intended HIS HOLLY work
To maintain!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 February 2013
Anaximenes Of Miletus , (flourished c. 545 bc), Greek philosopher. There is evidence that he made the common analogy between the divine "anemos" wind, that sustains the (Cosmos) universe and the human “wind” or soul, "anima" that animates people.
The amount of good and evil
Constant remains
Throughout space and time
There is
No more suffering than good fortune
No more good fortune than suffering
In the universe and in the human soul
This is the law of being,
A constant flux of the two forces
Expression of a single reality in
Perfect balance.
The one cannot exist without the other
Even if we like it or not
Even if we wish it or not,
We have to accept it and live in peace
Or deny it and live in suffering,
That is the will of the universe:
A harmonious unity of the two opponents
Based on collaboration and coexistence
Of each individual part
For
The whole to be maintained
Under
The watchful eye of the
Universal justice!*
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
15 November 2016
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*Old Testament Isaiah 45: 5,6,7. KJV
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5: I am the Lord, and there is none else, there is no God beside me : I girded thee, though thou hast not known me.
6: That they may know from the rising of the sun, and from the west, that there is none beside me. I am the Lord, and there is none else.
7: I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the Lord do all these things.
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** Greek philosopher, Heraclitus, sixth century B.C., (Kirk, Raven, 209) “To God all things are beautiful and good and just but men suppose some things to be just and others unjust!"
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I, (a bookish educated intelligent nerd,
albeit three score plus tres años)
constitutes a novel titled
The Virgin's Lover
by Philippa Gregory
another writer from England.
Not so much to boast
yours truly sunk trenchant figurative teeth
into material authored courtesy
aforementioned former renown British philosopher,
logician, and social critic.
As an academic, he worked
in philosophy, mathematics, and logic.
Just to reiterate
quite a couple plus years ago,
I plunged further into
trying to comprehend
(and did study every last page
birthed from said storied academic)
erudite epistemological philosophication
courtesy said renown British polymath,
philosopher, logician, mathematician,
historian, writer, social critic,
political activist, and Nobel laureate.
Whew! His Hume among us treatise
A History of Western Philosophy Quite profound
gleaned material eyes surmised
and into cerebral cortex his notions did drill
offering grist for intellectual mill
yours truly, a johnny come lately (me)
doth thirstily swill.
Though challenging material
to comprehend without shadow of doubt,
yours truly disciplines himself
to utter words out loud
in an effort accentuate, enunciate, inculcate...
No matter said storied author
among grateful dead fifty plus years,
I experience a communion
integrating esprit de corps
of one garden variety
beetle browed foo fighter (me)
linkedin courtesy immortality of soul.
Being absent even for an hour, day or week,
and not write and post anything...can make days look bleak,
some find worthiness in words and challenge themselves
to confront fears and doubts, or share their joys with new-found friends.
To us poetry is the very existence of our soul, which glorifies grace
in all its virtues through the art of writing...an art older than love itself,
so some thought of using this devise to express what the heart really felt...
and what came out of it amazed all and quickly spread to distant lands.
Weren't I not a keeper of its illumination, or a humble poet in contemplation,
I wouldn't be lured by a pen to extract ideas from my clattered head
or search for fresh ideas to be turned into thoughts and strip them of illusion...
as I frolic into a labyrinth where secrets unveil themselves at my command.
It's needless to say to ourselves that poetry isn't the very existence of our soul:
lovers couldn't open up their hearts and talk tenderly as if they were going to pray;
no composer, painter, lyricist, poet or philosopher could see Nature in a realistic way...
poets outnumber drug users, wouldn't God rejoice and break down another wall?
The ancient philosopher Heraclitus astutely said…on the banks of a river in Babylon…”You cannot step into the same river twice…for the waters are continually flowing on.”
I think that also works for any step we take in life…with each step perhaps we get a little bolder…at the very least with every step…we’ve grown another step older.
Perhaps that’s why we love our morning walks…to see nature’s changing beauty on display…to try and find the subtle changes today…from yesterday.
Changes in the sky, in the trees, in us as we walk along the street
in the clouds, in the ocean, in the animals, in the people whom we meet.
Every day we start out feeling like children on Christmas…anticipating a surprise…and every day we find them…with our one-day older eyes.
We don’t have a choice the way life moves…the way things change subtly from day to day…and as we take our walk each morning…we wouldn’t have it any other way.
SEE NO EVIL, HEAR NO EVIL SPEAK NO EVIL
I thought I should think only good
I wished I should follow the Mahatma's deed.
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.
As he knew very well
He preached what he practiced
For he knew you can't help thinking evil.
Mahatmaji, with all respect to you
I follow your teaching
I see never, neither hear, nor speak evil.
But can't help thinking evil.
I believe I follow you
When I wish not to think of evil
Evil thoughts come to the devil.
So said a reasonable philosopher
An atheist thinks of God more often than the theist
As he believes in rejecting Him.
Every time he starts thinking to reject Him
He has to think of Him.
So, the atheist thinks of Him very often than the theist.
Oh! Evil! Thou shall have a death.
Evil! Not alone He dies.
I want a change in my mind "Let the evil be eliminated."
I would be good forever.
As good as good could be
But when all good prevails and no evil,
The world becomes monotonous, droning
And when no evil, only good.
There comes the problem, there is nothing good.
You should have a thing to distinguish
So, you need an evil to make the good exist as good.
Metaphysics is - a division of philosophy that is concerned with
the fundamental nature of reality and being.
It includes ontology, cosmology, and often epistemology.
THE METAPHYSICS OF MY MUSE
While my muse dances a minuet,
She sings of doctors in trip-o-let
Her metaphysicians dress in white,
a bit off-key but the rhythm’s right.
Is ontology the medical term
for that doctor who treat cancers?
fundamental, they find answers.
Is cosmology those whose focus
is working face, skin and hair beauty?
fixing nature’s flaws, their duty.
Is epistemology that surgical
procedure, an easy cut
for big baby’s head and butt.
Physicians, practicians my muse’s need
for good health and beauty indeed.
Metaphysicians cannot compare
when the body is her major care.
METAPHYSICS EXPLAINED
Let’s be sure we have minds all set;
I got all this off the Internet
Metaphysicians don’t dress in white
Hope I got the meanings right?
Ontology - how metaphysicians
explain the univeral categories
and relationships between entitites.
Cosmology – a metaphysical
study of the origin, creation and growth
of the universe, but NOT how we knoweth..
Epistemology – metaphysics
theory of knowledge, think it through
how we come to learn what is true
Metaphysician, philosopher
The mind is that which they prefer
to explain the universe and being
admittedly with some disagreeing.
Author’s Notes: With my apology to oncology, cosmetology, and episotomy.
March 16, 2020
Seeps in like a sparkle of bright lightning,
Rudely rough; like diamond unpolished;
In forms of thought or belief, heightening,
Stays inside bare vacuum diminished;
Propels forces of impressions within,
Comprehensive concepts clearly creates,
Idea and concept, yet, aren't the same;
When it is gruesome, facial guise goes grin,
With head and heart smoothly associates,
Idea is an unquenchable flame...!
Newton got it from fresh falling apple,
Archimedes shouted loud: Eureka!
Ada Lovelace, sometimes, could not grapple,
Though she was as full as angelica;
Galileo Galilee, through his lens,
Got idea of whole constellation,
Idea keeps up its vital rhythm;
Einstein challenged each philosopher, thence,
With relativism! What an ablation!
He had his self-tuned witty logarithm...!!!
Though flares in mind of independent souls,
Its ignition sphere is Hades-like deep;
Wedded with other views, gets greater goals,
Like snakes-mating, ideas dance and creep;
What else, than idea, does change the world?
Globe, today, is frizzled to finger-chip,
No morality rules have any say;
When tiny charming buds turn curled and furled,
When nothing,is, in one's fingertip,
Only idea can make its sole sway...!!!
30 April 2022
TRIBUTE
My beloved father
My teacher, preacher, philosopher and guide.
You taught me to think precise, analyse and decide.
You taught me universal moral values to honor
You taught me to be dutiful in behavior.
None knows what happens to a being after death.
But I feel your presence in mind on my every breath.
I am confident that you are still with me showing light
to illuminate my path of life whenever in plight.
You have gone away yet have left
immense blessings that I have felt
on occasions protecting me like shield
in my every step in every field
Miracles also happened to realize and perceive.
Our souls interacted, though hard to believe.
06/27/2019