Tag: philosophy
group name: wordpainting
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February 22, 2008 05:07 PM EST --
Was thinking the other day of the millions, the billions, of people who've died. Who've faced death in pain or with expectation of an afterlife or with fear that there's no . . . more
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October 12, 2007 08:07 PM EDT --
some flow slowly
and gently
down the stream
. . . more
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September 28, 2006 11:11 AM EDT --
Urdu has produced a veritable galaxy of poets who specialized in writing about love and its myriad manifestations in one's life. Many of these poets lived and wrote about love from stratospheric . . . more
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August 16, 2006 08:46 PM EDT --
What to do when there are no clouds
Drop blackberries into a glass of champagne
Wait for the bubbles to subside
See what forms
more
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February 19, 2007 04:53 AM EST --
I had bought the corn cob pipe as well as the raisin and honey flavoured tobacco just as the old man had requested.
After traveling through the picturesque Cavalho vineyards, I had eventually come to . . . more
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March 13, 2007 02:09 PM EDT --
Note to all Mexicans and Hispanics. I regard you as friends and would never attempt to mock you. However to tell this story I felt it was necessary to hear the words of the father...in contrast to the . . . more
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November 06, 2007 09:44 AM EST --
our lives are scattered
red ball bounces up and down
diurnal rhythm
randomly we land
. . . more
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July 09, 2008 04:21 PM EDT --
Elitism
Hand over mouth Mensa laughing
Elitism, unlike battling upward,
hand over hand,
always mindful of the lessons.
Courtesy and respect -- never forget.
In courts of old, fair . . . more
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May 24, 2007 08:44 AM EDT --
The Competitors
Published in Recursive Angel
In answer to your question,
a reluctant sigh, a halting monologue
I feel unheard and the tears... The tears
are already . . . more
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September 16, 2007 11:30 PM EDT --
i drank and drank and sought oblivion - none came.
there was no euphoria, no altered plane - just a steady numbing
yet i heard it all and saw all - missed nothing,
he was indeed a poet of no mean proportion . . . more
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November 08, 2007 06:56 PM EST --
I write
for me
I type for thee
I don't expect eternity
When . . . more
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January 15, 2007 07:29 AM EST --
My companions and I are in some kind of a building and strange, inexplicable things begin to happen. Every time we open a door to some room, the room and the things in it have changed. People try . . . more
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March 17, 2007 12:48 PM EDT --
Draw it out. Pick up your philosophy stick and use it
draw in the sand. Draw for me a circle and tell me -
so measure each corner - an impossibility you say.
So divide each into sections, now tell me . . . more
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March 01, 2007 09:32 PM EST --
Traveling beyond Persephone's garden
on the etheric threshold
'tween life and death.
Taking an oblique path at the crossroads
onto an accessway
along the axis of bliss.
It's not a road . . . more
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January 04, 2008 10:43 AM EST --
Old 'n' gray - tired 'n' worn,
many died - more were born,
much was said - so little done,
with the rising 'n' setting of each sun.
Farewell to thee with tears we say,
and . . . more
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September 22, 2006 12:47 AM EDT --
To My Love Part IV
My lover, are you unhappy with me?
I apologize for falling apart, momentarily.
At times I forget I attract what I am.
And at times I forget how to love ME.
Self-inflicted storms . . . more
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August 04, 2008 10:19 PM EDT --
Casually, he had casted the lighted matchstick up. Instead of down, to be falling somewhere on the already dirty earth beneath. Or on some long abandoned newspaper. Yellow grasses. And set them aglow. . . . more
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November 05, 2007 08:57 AM EST --
POETRY CENTRAL Volume 4, Number 3. Power of Poetry: Richard Rorty's Story
Richard Rorty . . . more
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February 20, 2007 03:00 PM EST --
I just joined a new group, "Ignorance is bliss or the truth will set you free". They posted a question there that got me thinking. The question was, "Is truth relative or concrete?". . . . more
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August 21, 2006 10:23 PM EDT --
Everyone probably has some needy people in their lives. Well, right now, I have two that come immediately to mind.
We'll start with Wilma Whiner (of course you realize that isn't her real name). . . . more
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