Short Rationally Poems
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Illusion illuminated instantly
Reality realized… rationally
Nature noticed normally
Vision vitalized vibrantly
Life lived… laudably
How one get the balance?
The eye of intellect rationally sees
The eye of heart naturally feels
I do not know how
Yet, I knew when it does happen.
We follow that which we do not know
is rationally plausible
or analytically
verifiably true
For the dutiful
dare we call it
implicit
ardent
faith
What will be will be, can't change the inevitable
Things progress as they should, remaining stable
Unless of course
You're a horse
Because to think rationally, you're not able
With lights on
I am taken lightly
When around darkness
I am shining brightly
From solid to liquid
And giving off gas
Giving good smells
For I will not last
I was used rationally
Back in the past
But times have change
So I am used so fast
I am a candle
This poem I wrote
This is the end
Of the poem, I note
Form:
And we became the layer of voices
With engineered precision ripples
And auto-tuned echoes
And though many who bow blindly
In the sanctuaries of their own belief system
Would sometimes rationally scrutinize
And disqualify the sacraments of others
Truth would always appear obvious
On fables rather than reflections
Why are some conservatives so angry
When faced with an opposing opinion?
They cannot rationally consider a view
That differs from theirs, how unthinkable
To admit another perspective is warranted
That another idea has legitimate merit
Worthy of consideration, at least hearing
With an open mind, nowadays hard to find.
written September 6, 2021
Love lusts longingly
Hate hurts heartily
Marriage mars mercilessly
Wife whines woefully
Husband hustles habitually
Sex sells shamelessly
Politician preys persistently
Priest panders pompously
Religion ravages rationally
Cash corrupts completely
War wrecks wantonly,
Peace pacifies profusely.
~11/02/22
Contest: A Brian Strand Premiere Choice.
Thinking rationally if you leave out one part Enlightment in the wrong speed and direction will go when missing in the equation in the end middle or start naturally instead of a brilliant light you are separated into a black hole
Guns speak the universal language of love
With no cloak and dagger residue left behind
But with bullets fired for better accuracy
Results usually have bad consequences
As if that mattered
Triggers are engaged to end life tragically
Drawn to their own conclusion
In grave compassion to the tomb
That aftermath presumed to be perfection
If only guns could think rationally
As one might assume
You can never act rationally
In fear and hate
They show you no sympathy
As they toy with your fate
Shielding you eyes
From the truth of your life
Growing off of your cries
Thriving off of your strife
Slowly and softly
Getting under your skin
Till they burn viciously
Like a fiery sin,
That you can never scratch out
And you can never douse down
No matter how much you shout
You’re still going to drown
Extreme faith is not what our Lord desires.
Anger begets anger if you lend to bleed.
Destruction in the name of Heaven’s choirs,
There is no justification for any seed.
What treasure will be witnessed actually?
When will the bigotry end for any deed?
There are no holy wars to fight rationally.
Burning of any book is so horrendous.
Our faith is of love ever so exponentially.
Why would we want to become portentous?
He would not have done anything bad they chanted
Because he was a minister, a man of God
She could not be guilty, the neighbors agreed
She loved the children, she could not hurt them
They are all wrong
Everyone has a breaking point
They had both reached theirs
Neither acting rationally
Both out of their minds with rage
Murders, labelled for life
Due to one horrible moment
One momentous mistake
It can happen to anyone
Never say never
Wrapped in the reaming
red rustic
ribbons of right and
wrong ,but as
our lives tragically
tremble along
towards their end .
All those
antipathetic
thoughts begin
to brashly
bleed and blend.
Their overwhelming
oceans of
numbing neurotic
notions into
one vital
viewpoint of
vulnerability.
Where they
rationally rush
towards their
ruptured
realizations
that there’s no
need to proceed
in the fight .
As they’ve finally
seen the light.
Under a red derided sky
do we masquerade as
misshapen mannequins
within a material vortex
of ubiquitous satirical lies,
as our individuality
is consumed, even crucified
within a mantra of ‘must have’
in a commercialistic existence
we naively profess to accept
and allow to permeate
into our everyday lives,
as ‘they’ bombard our instincts
and distort the innate desires
we so rationally justify
as ‘their’ subliminal messages
enter our sub-conscious minds?