Ruminations Poems - Poems about Ruminations

"Reification" has it that biologically-intrinsic "Morality" understood as a-priori to Perception makes "Religion" a "Collective" or "Shared" Psychological experience. CHAT GPT says: Put it this way: ~ God = the unpatterned, unnameable origin of all value = Dynamic Quality = the ineffable source that both creates and escapes form. ~ Science then wouldn't "believe in God" the...

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The opposite of life is death The polar opposite of eternal health is terminal disease, with unease perhaps lying/truthing in-between timelessness and untimely demise So too, my opposite of steady compassion may be your unsettling dispassion Elation v deflation of all these oppositional answers above as clear as unclear appositional questings below. What is my opposite of suicide? Self promotion? Ego inflation? Having all my consuming needs fully answered? Or maybe some uneasy questing timeless mind and...

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Whereas and wherefore hence and hereafter An idle balloon sits high in the rafters It’s hard to decide which one is dafter The one who just bought it or the “arts” crafter the media just primps and prunes while she stumbles in the ruins rejoicing in the things she brings while dancing on those puppet strings he sees a future glowing bright says he’s...

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If fate opposed is useless, what great need is there to challenge dark despair's great power when spirit dies, and soul, mind, body bleed, as hope wilts like a melancholic flower? When lungs give way, and breath begins to drown, should life and existence now...

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Winter’s cold chill cuts through my chin. Within its bleak and brazen embrace, My brisk days are turned brief and barren. They are lengthened into sordid sepulchral insomniac nights. I slither and slip and am hurled into hibernation. Once I stood with you immune to wanton winter’s wild whiplash. You wrapped me warm from the wrath of winter’s whirlwind. Our life moved...

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On my way to my fitness hour I met a crow flying with a flower. In his beak he cradled the stem, From his talons yellow petals came. Shiny buttons, chromium whistles, Collections of many lost treasures, His nest a museum lacking one thing… For his royal pleasures, a golden crown. ...

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RUMINATIONS sentiment    glimmer in primitive   gatherings approach   then turn desert &continue to decay &rot soon forgotten reposing in a breadth of fine mesh piled high with translucent half-visions beyond the quaint mottled  machinations...

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(The news of the death of dear and near ones reaching us on a daily basis has left me thinking of the transitoriness of life and hence this poem) Is not our life a wave of energy coursing through ether Just like flickering flames or fleeting gleams that fly Which when stopped, like a weed scorched...

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I of warped words & soundless mind out of mindless sight no(some)where blurring into the No-Go Realm (chasing cunning cryptic clouds of thoughtcrimes) I touch no man's land out never where I'm supposed to be or not begin I am there not here catastrophically contemplating caricatures of contorted mindscapes I am here or there out of control cleverly out of sorts sorting out sordid collusive clutter evading enemies in the Dog Days of Delusion one dissolving poem at a time (time a at emit a ta eat ate) composing symphonies of poignant collapse collaps collap colla col co c -- while f a l l i n g !NELLAF! I am (t)here heretofore hermetically hallucinating (elucidating) zephyrs of hell I am...

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Don’t call Moses a liar he was much more than that There are no sands of time just time and sand (and not enough of either in this land) Just one way is one too many ways skin a cat. Peter denied Jesus thrice and he still got a booking Space is hurling through us not the other way around Don’t...

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Coronal Ruminations Here is a war let loose - a plague upon the frailties of our unresisting unsuspecting flesh another plague invisible inspired in the very air invading passages where life would breathe does our world seem broken now viral failures magnified rhythms torn to dissonance aging pains hobbled by a grieving stillness found among the dead leaders ape the emperor without his clothes and shakespeare in his...

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If today was your last day what would you do? Where would you go? Who would you see? If today was your last day, what would you leave your loved ones as your legacy? Would you smile, would you laugh? Would you have the perfect day? If today was your last day in this amazing...

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In the story You're a loose thread Slipping through a lie Slicing through a tattered fringe Twisting on a line A shred of proof In a tangled ruse Stripped of the sublime A cobweb with a thousand folds Plying for my time Tearing through paper...

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Seldom does the darkness fall, In either lonely room or banquet hall That the memories purchased at Youth’s expense Come back to me as fair recompense. For when Time steals in with stealthy tread And alludes to the secrets that lie ahead- Pointing to the balance of what is left, My heart turns away feeling bereft. For those memories made, though truly...

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Weary, sluggish and silent with apathy and disinterest, I sullenly reflect and languish.... My thoughts—thick and heavy like molasses—painfully churn and swirl in and out of my head and spill against the background of dead silence of my living room.... They are in constant motion, while I sit in the living room mute and gagged and bound with...

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