Short Plato Poems
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Poetry, Plato says know it;
"Go," though, he says to the poet.
It's good to be good,
But be understood,
Best if you never do show it.
To adequately consider the problem of one and many,
place yourself in orbit
and distinguish between what you see each successive time around.
Plato thought humanity began as androgynous
can you think of anything worse
Male&female are different yet equivalent
God-breathed together in onement
All I know is that I know something,
though I agree, it ain't all that much.
But those like Socrates who say all that they know is nothing
seem to me to be completely out of touch.
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
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…
The consequence of discovery
is freedom
The circumstance of freedom
is leisure
The provenance of leisure
is vision
The assonance of vision
— is discovery
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
The nature of being,
its whole and its parts
The nature of being,
its fits and its starts
The nature of being
the old and the new
The nature of being
—to me and to you
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Plato said in Phaedrus that the first
prophecies were the words of oaks.
Those that lived at that time found
it rewarding enough
to listen to oaks
or stones, so long
as they would
tell the
truth!
Plato was referring to shamen in general, I imagine.
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 tree
In Plato’s cave the poppies grow
Enchantingly, it seems:
A soothing, soporific show
Of mesmerizing dreams.
In Plato’s cave the roosters crow
And proudly call the sun.
They preen and strut and claim to know
Its fiery light, each one.
The poppies grow, the roosters crow,
Though shadows on a rock.
We call this only world we know
The Cave of Poppycock.
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)
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 from the noise of mortal tattletales
Little Chateau, the happy land of sleep
31.01.2008
The theory of Plato
Even old Plato said
There will be us forever
-
Two halves that make an apple,
Two ropes tied in a knot.
Even old Plato said
We’re meant to be together
-
Two stars from the sky – falling,
Souls always bound by love.
Even old Plato may
Be wrong once in a while,
For even philosophers
Do sometimes make mistakes
But we are still so young,
So let’s believe old Plato
And somewhere deep inside
Let’s hope it’s not the case…
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