Dry Goods - philosophy in poetry
Cold Front
Stone cold and ocean blue eyes
Staring at me. Like icicles replacing
The blood running through my veins.
I know we should be friends and allies,
But instead we are enemies, embracing
Each other with coldness like the pains
Felt during the winter storm. The doubts
In my mind that ask me if I am strong
Enough to survive this. Can you make it?
How am I going to navigate these routes?
Maybe this direction will take me the wrong
Way that will take me back to sea. Every bit
Of these directions are making me feel lost.
Who am I to say we should give it one more go?
Maybe I lost a friend or maybe I lost a lover.
Everything meant to completely defrost
Did not and complexion lost all of its color.
Maybe I lost myself or maybe I lost you.
All I know is that we are living on a cold
Front. There is no way to return to gold.
Staring at me. Like icicles replacing
The blood running through my veins.
I know we should be friends and allies,
But instead we are enemies, embracing
Each other with coldness like the pains
Felt during the winter storm. The doubts
In my mind that ask me if I am strong
Enough to survive this. Can you make it?
How am I going to navigate these routes?
Maybe this direction will take me the wrong
Way that will take me back to sea. Every bit
Of these directions are making me feel lost.
Who am I to say we should give it one more go?
Maybe I lost a friend or maybe I lost a lover.
Everything meant to completely defrost
Did not and complexion lost all of its color.
Maybe I lost myself or maybe I lost you.
All I know is that we are living on a cold
Front. There is no way to return to gold.
Written by eswaller
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Anonymous
Hardened By Hermeneutics
Cerebral-isms sling schemes
to salivate upon
sweetened thesis'
swimming in seminary
undergrad
Orbit gum excretions;
Their manilla folders
flatly crisp
yet mouth-breathed over
in hints of chewed
wintermint
Cold-ening closeness
through cadaver-cut
creeds
competent in granite canons
entombing souls in catacombs
Teach me, friend
(since you're clearly Jerome born again...)
And I'm oh so dazzled
by one so arcane...
Behind you, we wait
as children - inane
Plunge your pencil
principled fingers
deeper...
into all 6 predestined
pressure points
Calvin could commend you;
and I'd stand
with only common
crass
grace on my face
Heave election dissections
into itchy
inflamed
ear holes
clogged with waxy
infected
circumspection
Someone will listen
Mundane faith roils
rife
through the chests of us
with peanuts beneath our
economy
evangelical seats
Under handkerchief noses
ariel and great
What spectacles we must be;
With messy
stupid love
that only ever herniates
***
Philosophy is not philanthropy.
to salivate upon
sweetened thesis'
swimming in seminary
undergrad
Orbit gum excretions;
Their manilla folders
flatly crisp
yet mouth-breathed over
in hints of chewed
wintermint
Cold-ening closeness
through cadaver-cut
creeds
competent in granite canons
entombing souls in catacombs
Teach me, friend
(since you're clearly Jerome born again...)
And I'm oh so dazzled
by one so arcane...
Behind you, we wait
as children - inane
Plunge your pencil
principled fingers
deeper...
into all 6 predestined
pressure points
Calvin could commend you;
and I'd stand
with only common
crass
grace on my face
Heave election dissections
into itchy
inflamed
ear holes
clogged with waxy
infected
circumspection
Someone will listen
Mundane faith roils
rife
through the chests of us
with peanuts beneath our
economy
evangelical seats
Under handkerchief noses
ariel and great
What spectacles we must be;
With messy
stupid love
that only ever herniates
***
Philosophy is not philanthropy.
Written by AtoMikbomb
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the metaphysics of of las vegas and e-mail explained
before the big
(such an inelegant
(like the word
inelegant) word
to describe the
start of everything)
bang, did god
get a reminder that
there is no subject
no message no game
to gage the stakes
but do you still want
to send it anyway
a roll of the dice
(not yet cliché )
yet somehow
the house was
destined to win
heads or tales
to be or she loves
me not to be
cancel or send
one and the same
the start
the end
(such an inelegant
(like the word
inelegant) word
to describe the
start of everything)
bang, did god
get a reminder that
there is no subject
no message no game
to gage the stakes
but do you still want
to send it anyway
a roll of the dice
(not yet cliché )
yet somehow
the house was
destined to win
heads or tales
to be or she loves
me not to be
cancel or send
one and the same
the start
the end
Written by 0913338
(Semaj)
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Happenstances
Do you ever ponder over the wonders of the universe?
The happenstances of the world and how they come to be,
The everyday incidents and coincidences we experience,
That influence our lives and fill our minds with curiosity.
I’ve often thought if life was perfect or without mistakes,
Or if I’d never been late or missed any opportunities
Would it have been as hard or challenging or defiant?
When facing giant obstacles with endless possibilities.
The infinite web of events that shapes us and makes us
It helps us define and find the goal line of our destiny,
For each in and every choice that we have ever made,
Come all the invariable consequences inevitably.
When I find lost items I try to get them back to their owner,
It feels like it’s not just the rational thing but it’s my responsibility,
To show kindness to a stranger, someone I may never meet,
But to put forth a positive vibe by demonstrating sensibility.
And it’s in these little acts of sympathy and compassion,
That can set things in motion for all the world to see,
That we’re all connected through these happenstances,
No matter how small but they can grow to a great degree.
Do you ever ponder over the wonders of the universe?
The happenstances of the world and how they come to be,
The everyday incidents and coincidences we experience,
That influence our lives and fill our minds with curiosity.
I’ve often thought if life was perfect or without mistakes,
Or if I’d never been late or missed any opportunities
Would it have been as hard or challenging or defiant?
When facing giant obstacles with endless possibilities.
The infinite web of events that shapes us and makes us
It helps us define and find the goal line of our destiny,
For each in and every choice that we have ever made,
Come all the invariable consequences inevitably.
When I find lost items I try to get them back to their owner,
It feels like it’s not just the rational thing but it’s my responsibility,
To show kindness to a stranger, someone I may never meet,
But to put forth a positive vibe by demonstrating sensibility.
And it’s in these little acts of sympathy and compassion,
That can set things in motion for all the world to see,
That we’re all connected through these happenstances,
No matter how small but they can grow to a great degree.
Oh my! To those who voted for my poem, I thank you for the honor of having put me on the podium for first place. And I congratulate our two runners-up audioharleea and mel44 for their fine efforts. Everyone who participated is to be congratulated, and I thank our host EdibleWords for the opportunity!
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=Jade🐯🐾
Jade-Pandora said:Oh my! To those who voted for my poem, I thank you for the honor of having put me on the podium for first place. And I congratulate our two runners-up audioharleea and mel44 for their fine efforts. Everyone who participated is to be congratulated, and I thank our host EdibleWords for the opportunity!
=Jade🐯🐾
Congratulations!
It was fun, wasn't it? I love the comps being held around here, and how everyone can play host!
Thank you everyone for your submissions!
=Jade🐯🐾
Congratulations!
It was fun, wasn't it? I love the comps being held around here, and how everyone can play host!
Thank you everyone for your submissions!
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