Short Paradoxical Poems
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A well honed
Paradox
Results in laughter
Which clears the deck
Of all of
Refined arguments
And questions...
No two snowflakes are the same,
Each one is unique.
It’s the paradoxical similarities,
In their uniqueness
That adds to their mystique
Virgin Mary
I am not
Running wild
Generating chaos.
Organised chaos, mind
*Inspired by Danielle White, Acrostic Astrology Contest
Time heals and destroys;
such a suttle of caregiver
brings forgetfulness
demonically toxic
paradoxical monster.
I gave thanks for everything on my plate,
but in my paradoxical state,
I deeply regret
everything that I "et"
or is the pronunciation "ate"?
I wish I could eat black garlic
Its so paradoxical
something axiomatic
eating sweetly caramelised
like an ironic joke
or a thwarted after dinner speech
Miracle
Stories can
Seem as
Paradoxical
Happenings..
No figuring out..
Stories attacked
By the rational
Consensus..yet
Suggesting
Not-two..
No such thing..
No such thing as nothing
No such thing as everything
However
Nothing appearing as everything
Paradoxical..resonance..
Might make all the difference..!!
A paradoxical marriage
Of danger and innocence
Savagery and tenderness
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when identity recedes
there’s no one here
thus nothing to seek
yet the paradoxical truth is
we feel blissful and complete
dwelling in the void thus
we slowly rediscover
light of our Self
HANDLING THE PARADOXICAL
eliding
syncretic
conceptual
attitudes
presented
processed
published
thus
articulated
schematics
empirically
impress
&persuade
radical
conception
Little is known when ignorance apparent
yet those that use it as a weapon arrant,
when implanting seeds of hate
with paradoxical bait,
surly to most of us oh so transparent.
© Harry J Horsman 2015
After
All the stories
Complexities and
Contexts
It comes down
To the paradoxical
Notion of
No separation with
Appearances
Seeming to deny
That notion...
Tiptoeing on eggshells
So the silence of mercy won’t be disturbed.
Hungry, I wait a tiny morsel.
Thirsty, I wait the morning dew.
Yet she looks,
Holding tight to her precious gift
That wills my soul
To keep yearning for it
Michael
This communication
Not sent or received
Resonates for some..
Seems to resonate
When questions
Never seem answered:
A spontaneous ending
Of sender and receiver
As paradoxical messages
Melt the need for
Any Q & A...
CATEGORIES OF ABILITY
temperamental
talents
continue
enthusiastically
in
paradoxical
situations
of
resigned
lethargy
clutch
desperately
to
hasty
perspectives
&
struggle
in anonymous
individuality
The question of healing..
This
Is nothing being everything..
Everything is nothing
That's the paradoxical
Resonance..the end of the
Belief of separation..so
Healing may consist of
Recognizing that
There is nothing to heal...
as form we sense ego’s response
to the ebb and flow of shifting tides
we dwell in form and so must enagge
whilst recognising that life is but a dream
thus harbouring paradoxical emotions
we are poised for action in surrender
knowing that what will be will be
"Appearance"
Seemingly a better
Word for expressing
The not expressible
No-separation..
Not-two appears as two..
But then:
Blue appears as red
Is the same paradoxical
Expression..and these
Might be unending..
And seem like Freedom...
INTUITIVE SENSES
purposed
source
of strength
in
consolation
enclosed
with
simultaneous
metaphors
incorporating
paradoxical
spatial themes
of
concentric
perspectives
circle
glittering
mysterious
symbolic
symbols
of mutual
familiarity
Stuck in the mental muck of my own thoughts.
Lost in the maze of my mind in a daze,
Things around appearing as in a haze.
The quicksand pulling me further in with every struggle.
Eventually becoming a vassal of my own thoughts,
Paradoxical for if the thoughts are mine,
Shouldn't I really be the chief?
A thing so paradoxical, sin
So all encompassing it’s grasp
A curse of eternal thirst
though we are drowning.
Our hands desperately scratching for a life raft
Secretly made of the same water we drown in,
Our hearts repulsed by the light
So we continue our daily floundering
Chasing a trail of crumbs we call “Hope”
A number’s value is relative to its use,
If you find $10 it would be good,
But, $100 is a golden goose.
As for age, when one’s young,
They wish they were older,
But, when one’s old,
They wish they were younger,
Of this apparent paradoxical enigma,
You need not bother,
Because at age 53,
You will never be older that your mother.
To get a break from the boredom
People visit the places of their interest
You find there men working with much earnest.
For delight’s sake, some spend as high rollers.
You find there many penny pinchers.
No wonder, life is a paradoxical kingdom!
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aphoristic in nature
pithy never uncouth
often times rhyming
with a short bitter truth
..yet
humorous heartfelt
characterized by irony
& paradoxical brevity
oftimes
precise using sophisticated
rhythms & rhymes
more often like this
a satire..
of which many
. .....never will tire