His lantern shining on a summer's day,
To pierce the darkness of the human soul,
His pace deliberate, seeking on his way,
To find a man of only virtue full.
An idle quest, a philosophic stunt?
For surely roses cannot bloom in caves;
That man of virtue would the Furies hunt,
An angel cannot swim a sea of knaves.
But let us cast that light in different light,
Not if a man can be what cannot be,
But if one holds a candle in the night,
And choose a raft to be on moody sea?
For full perfection shall not grace this Earth,
But in the little things, lies life its worth.
I never think my thoughts deep thoughts --
although I'm no Peter Sellers, they are
but common trite reactions. l do not live
an examined philosophic life; nor have I
focused, full-fathomed understanding.
But -- there is, everywhere, wide-eyed blank confusion --
crowds who do not listen, do not hear, cannot ken,
and can not even choose NOT to grasp
what is said or shown, read or written.
While reveling in company that towers
oh! so high in intellectual singularity --
such myriad dazzling talents! -- alas! I
still am only another erstwhile
clumsy Chauncey Gardiner.
Where (perhaps in hiding?) are all
our popular current Feynmans -- Sagans --
Hawkings -- even Einsteins? Still, I will --
I must! -- ask: think YOU that ignorance
might NOT be bliss?
in ancient times
ear-rational philosophers
spoke...
with respect to
irrational philosophic calls
stan sand
oxfords current english diction
(air-ease of meaning)
echoes-
an engaging philosophic-call
(for a small full-loss-of-fee)
for-
the pages of 'philosophy now'
a magazine of meaning
stan sand
So I added a new word to my description of self
Sapiophile, romantically attracted to intelligence wealth
If you are smart and have that laser keen mind
I want to know you, explore you deeper in kind
I enjoy finding out the things that make you tick
your accomplishments, your passions, your bucket list
It is a discovery for me and the deepest of sharing
and after that deep intellectual exchange it leads to caring
So if you want the keys to me, the thing that drops me into the emotional being, And gets me past the logical, philosophic seeing
Able to drop into feeling space
and more similar to the rest of the human race
Its brains.
Its brains, the Sapiophile - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 2/05/23 12:03 PM
P.S. I give good brain :D
A poem looks at me,
I cannot see its face.
"What am I" it says.
This question is a mind-trap.
I reply:
You are an expression of the I AM.
The poem continues its inquiry:
"Am I good or bad?"
Another ditch to fall into.
I retort:
"You are what appears.
Good is bad sometimes,
bad can be good."
I lose patience.
"No more philosophic repartee!
Can I start writing you out now,
make you appear”?
"Not today,"
says the faceless one.
Unity of the Trinity in Christianity
The Triune Allah-Jesus-Mary concept of Islam
The Brahma-Vishnu-Shiva... one with the humanity
All amalgamate into sole wholeness and grand great charm...
Inner ethical fiber as a solid foundation
Extended rhythmic reality bonds with each being.
Incorporation, like butter with bread, truth collation
Accomplished with the self of one and the other freeing...
Physico-psychic-spiritual warmth, like gems, adorned
Socio-poltico-economic rules, like galaxies, set
Philosophic-theosophic-historic thoughts thronged
Inner equilibrium eases each and every threat...
The three-legged table, thus, does many meanings disburse.
This, in its integral form, is a unique universe...
phil lost sophie
...with his...
file-loss...of 'fees'
...and...a...
full loss of...'why'
...wrt his...
phi-loss...of 'phi'
...itself in his...
philosoph-'hick calls'
...meaning...he'd a...
full loss of 'eye'
...grip on...
...his mental...
'reel'...at-tea time
...so that...
...his ideas tangled...
their philosophic-calls
...into a ramble...
stans sand
Eternity ensues to mount
from fertile vale above the mist.
Traverse the river past the turn.
Calm at the perpetual fount
and steady forth into the fist
of heady sun-struck silent burn.
Encounter rare beauty to count
and serenely sense heaven-kissed
soft, silent aerie space to yearn.
Drift in God’s righteous paramount,
true philosophic pantheist.
Sup of all tantamount to learn.
The universe is elegance.
Be within it with vigilance.
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.
________________
March 25, 2022
Contest : John Duns Scotus
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
Robert’s crafted a fine form
of poetry we will sup
drink from philosophic cup
his creativity’s now reborn.
Form "Lind30"
The philosophy of philosophy
is a philosophic probe
not well lubed and often painful
as the followers grow old
crumbled bits of papered truth
lost within their souls
begging for a second chance
to somehow be made whole.
A truth that was a truth
but isn’t anymore
how did it go from iron clad
to whispered doubts galore
how did a bottled letter
ever reach its barren shore
to tell each foaming grain of sand
it’s philosophical no more
John G. Lawless
©10/27/2021
Development laps at emaciated canvas
Exponential images whisper a thousand words
Chemical dip shifts generic into candid
Graphic effigy given vigour by a brief submerge
Slippery minutes expand sqare memoir
Retrieved from squalid pool, jumped illustrious
Pregnant with wisdom from an embalm
Faith puts detail on paper basic miscellaneous
Source of light firms fine composition
Blankness bask enables solid ice to effervesce
Supernatural Spirit delivered christens
Fermented parchment finds miracles manifest
15th February
Philosophic Rearrangement
Wandering around the earth saying you love me? What do you know of love..,
If I thought you knew anything of love I would've stayed..
yes, there beside you in that little house, in that little bed.
Not just locked away inside that thick head.
(I can't tell her she is only a figment)
Well., easy enough to talk to a shadow, you cast one too. Change the radio station to your oldies, but don't see me, don't even listen.
Remember that day you walked me to my Psych 101 class?
You didn't even try, you didn't reach for my hand, and now I don't care.
(I can't tell her she is only a figment)
There are codes in all of life, I built mine around them. To get past my past, trying to tell you it. I was in mortal combat with depression. You never knew how dark those days could get. Always smiling; handing me a crummy flower. You never had any codes, no morals, only music. Yet you dare to think you love me.
(I can't bear to tell her she is only a figment)
If I thought you knew anything of love I would've stayed.
Yes, there beside you in that little house, in that little bed.
Not just locked away inside that thick head.
Bedtime stories rode to magical realms
night lights turned off her shining smile
in a blanket of hug and lukewarm kisses,
a sweet birdsong pulled eyelid curtains
and innocence fell asleep by mummy's side.
Exam time cramming the night before
a battle of stress to get into college
burning of minds and rustling of books
trying hard not to sleep, scattered revisions
and exertion fell asleep by table-lamp side
Late night thoughts of a special friend
unfolding slowly, inside a dream awake
exciting promise, ablaze heart in journey
draped in rainbow, soaked in jubilant rain
and love fell asleep by a rose-tint bedside
A sleepwalking mind in philosophic soul
no more struggle in trying to be someone
a poet in peace building words into dream
sitting by the shore, seashells of memories
and in lullaby waves, falls asleep by seaside.
29th May, 2020
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
Contest Name Falling |
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