Plato Poems - Poems about Plato

Today I’m grateful for music and for Plato to his words I often cling : Music, he said, gives soul to the universe Wings to the mind Flight to the imagination And life to everything…...

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All I know is that I know something, though I agree, it ain't all that much. But those like Socrates who say all they know is nothing seem to me to be competely out of touch....

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The first modern man and honest human A lone father from Plato’s Republic An innocent dove corrupted by man But who learned how to play his soul’s music Though his flesh by decree was frail and sick Whose love was philosophy with her veils Though he was pelted with rocks by man's gales Now on the island where angels still cheep Far...

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Friendly sage from the starless height Now dying without fright In his human and earthly sight The cosmos dimmed its light Dying from old diphtheria Still his will looked higher He lost his voice to teach and greet That poured wisdom so sweet All he could do was meekly bleat Uclers formed on his feet...

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a Zen philosophy states that all form is emptiness yet it’s not as all emptiness is form but in essence not Plato maintained that its essence is in its purpose the idea of the chair preceded its existence the idea of the chair contains its purpose while the philosophers are bellyaching over whether one could and actually should fashion...

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through the key-hole surgery of my delicate heart you have reached into the inner sanctum of my soul in Plato’s cave where I have locked away my demons betrayed by worm casts of secretive earthworms cold and unyielding queen conch shell lips suited for bathroom decoration relentlessly searching out my responses fevered brow only registers your...

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dead men walking predicting patterns anticipating outcomes self limiting possibilities languishing in darkness blind leading the blind a tragedy of our times 14-December-2022...

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ALL ABOUT NOTHING Long before modern nihilism Plato spoke of khora, the receptacle of nothingness as the existential foundation of all things shown and known. Nonsense, the men of Athens said for we stand firmly on the ground, to which Socrates replied: If no space is in and about the ground how could you or me be found? (And in China in this...

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To learn how to recite koine Greek That I may drink from the life-giving creek Finish reading the words of Plato To grow my knowledge thereto Give up eggs and milk So I can fully wear the white silk Travel this dark world of hellfire That I may hear Christ’s silver lyre Be better for aeons to see So I can become a marble...

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Plato thought humanity began as androgynous can you think of anything worse Male&female are different yet equivalent God-breathed together in onement...

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What are words other than coffin nails be? Who does it belong to when it rails me? An empty vessel at best that bails thee. Lend me your ear and draw your heart near; my words might seer, but hark the raw fear. The poets have been forcibly silenced. We view circumstance through a narrow lens, a plethora of senseless violence. If all...

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. for public domain ( liberally inspired from Socrates' "second best account" from Plato's dialogue Phaedo ) Up the road a little and beside a pond, with a view of dew which she grew so fond, where she shed her Grace after her demise, and a lifetime of forgiven lies, near a wooden cross, a throw from an Oak, a Preacher preached...

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PLATO EPIGRAM TRANSLATIONS These epitaphs and other epigrams have been ascribed to Plato... Mariner, do not ask whose tomb this may be, But go with good fortune: I wish you a kinder sea. —Michael R. Burch, after Plato We left the thunderous Aegean to sleep peacefully here on the plains of Ecbatan. Farewell, renowned Eretria, our homeland! Farewell, Athens, Euboea's neighbor! Farewell, dear Sea! —Michael...

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He had doubt about telling love … to laities. Doubt does sprout, and he stopped writing, Ladies, Not lines, nor about wines, yet about his love, But he thought: ought I not to find why and how? He found that Plato, not NATO, nor Tomato, Warned and scorned at us for writing about love, Yet he...

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Without exception, throughout all time, governments devolve Aristocracy, the Philosopher King, benign in his resolve Timocracy, the city state, landed and secure The Oligarch, his army placed, to rule in peace and war Democracy, each voice to shout, as chaos takes the reins When Tyranny must force its hand —as socialists have deigned (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)...

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