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Long philosophical poems. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
A Toast To Time And Self Empowering
Just stopping through on a Saturday, the Sabath Day, in my culture, and I am fasting, due in part to Ramadan, and for all Christians who are celebrating, Lent, my spiritual incantation(s), to advice you, may peace, find, you as it cradles and keep you.
I would like to wish everyone a consecrated day and it is early March, wow...time is progressing. Spring is almost upon us can you believe kids will be heading to Spring Break, some parent(s) will be ushering their child/children to collage for the first time during the incoming Spring semester.
It makes me think back to...
I would like to wish everyone a consecrated day and it is early March, wow...time is progressing. Spring is almost upon us can you believe kids will be heading to Spring Break, some parent(s) will be ushering their child/children to collage for the first time during the incoming Spring semester.
It makes me think back to...
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The Ides Of March
It is I. Time caught up with me, folks. Burning the candle at both ends finally claims it spoils. What sleep I do get, is restless sleep. I’m supposed to use a CPAP machine, but I haven’t been sent any new face-masks in months. Go figure.
Well we’re in the middle of our health benefits being castrated, so I’m not fucking shocked. “Beware The Ides Of March.” to quote a line from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. I slid the one in on you, didn’t I. lol.
I’m not a huge Shakespeare fan, respect him, I do though. I always remembered the line from when we read the play...
Well we’re in the middle of our health benefits being castrated, so I’m not fucking shocked. “Beware The Ides Of March.” to quote a line from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. I slid the one in on you, didn’t I. lol.
I’m not a huge Shakespeare fan, respect him, I do though. I always remembered the line from when we read the play...
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#prose
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The Soft Breeze To Your Kindred Intellect
You ventured inside my inner sanctuary unto the rise of the Sun
Where blind passion, whispered to your cognitive thinking, is now undone
To deny the falsehood of my lineage and the truth of my need
I am the prophetess of past, present when hearts, minds, written in fables embedded on sacred scrolls when whips made skin bleed
What good is knowledge in the temple of honesty when the division of tongues cuts its roots
Branches have ancient narratives twined in its beautiful mysteries, the history of its truth ...
Where blind passion, whispered to your cognitive thinking, is now undone
To deny the falsehood of my lineage and the truth of my need
I am the prophetess of past, present when hearts, minds, written in fables embedded on sacred scrolls when whips made skin bleed
What good is knowledge in the temple of honesty when the division of tongues cuts its roots
Branches have ancient narratives twined in its beautiful mysteries, the history of its truth ...
#moon
#philosophical
#sun
#TruthOfLife
#water
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"Dream world" vs "Waking world"
sometimes the "dream world" is where I'd like to be; there's this chance that "favor" is granted almost automatically;
even though within the "dream world"-aspects of the "waking world" more or less bleeds within the lines- of the blurry fantasy;
the "waking world"(madness dressed in illusion)is mostly a harsh reality- filled with peaks and valleys- storms consistent of bricks and stones- guaranteed damage to the psyche(though we wonder why...
even though within the "dream world"-aspects of the "waking world" more or less bleeds within the lines- of the blurry fantasy;
the "waking world"(madness dressed in illusion)is mostly a harsh reality- filled with peaks and valleys- storms consistent of bricks and stones- guaranteed damage to the psyche(though we wonder why...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#philosophical #LifeCycle
#philosophical #LifeCycle
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“The Soothing Of My Twilight Sacred Oil”
We stand as earthly enigmas, the Children of the Sun, unsolved mental puzzles, a maze through divinity’s reprieve
My heart fortified for the benevolence as I bow until the Yoruba Goddess Yemaya, Goddess Oya, upon the world for which the sea and the wind unto humanity flows, knowledge is power, and wisdom is gold, rise your staff as you come to believe
Words of comfort in who you see never to deceive
Blessed by thy presence thy will shall be done
Given by the Father sanctioned by the resurrection and the...
My heart fortified for the benevolence as I bow until the Yoruba Goddess Yemaya, Goddess Oya, upon the world for which the sea and the wind unto humanity flows, knowledge is power, and wisdom is gold, rise your staff as you come to believe
Words of comfort in who you see never to deceive
Blessed by thy presence thy will shall be done
Given by the Father sanctioned by the resurrection and the...
#philosophical
#spiritual
#sun
#TruthOfLife
#water
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"Doing A Damian."
Hello, brothers and sisters of the Underground. It is I. Interesting story here. So I know someone who’s taking college classes, and had turned in a thesis, or something that they had to write for a grade.
Anyhow, they have to run their work through an AI detection system. The report came back as 97% chance that AI was used. He knew he wrote the paper, and had to go through all the red tape to prove that point.
It’s resolved, folks. My friend proved his case, that the work was indeed his. Here’s the thing, through the whole process they found out the computer...
Anyhow, they have to run their work through an AI detection system. The report came back as 97% chance that AI was used. He knew he wrote the paper, and had to go through all the red tape to prove that point.
It’s resolved, folks. My friend proved his case, that the work was indeed his. Here’s the thing, through the whole process they found out the computer...
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Winter Solstice
So many young lives I have been a Nightingale unto, nursing wicked choices
Trying to find that beautiful spark in the dark, somewhat opened eyes, bathed in stone hearts, give rises to maddening voices
Changed in the matter of moments with treating the elements of a torn soul
In the cradle of time my pouring streams never cease its universal flow
It patrols on within the depths by my Creator, blessed on the current where it softly consoles
Regrets confessed from mouths, praying, hoping, humanity needing to be reassured lifespan will get...
Trying to find that beautiful spark in the dark, somewhat opened eyes, bathed in stone hearts, give rises to maddening voices
Changed in the matter of moments with treating the elements of a torn soul
In the cradle of time my pouring streams never cease its universal flow
It patrols on within the depths by my Creator, blessed on the current where it softly consoles
Regrets confessed from mouths, praying, hoping, humanity needing to be reassured lifespan will get...
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
#wisdom
#sun
#water
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The Angry Box
I was a shy awkward kid, from about 4th grade through high school. I was never popular, to some I probably wasn’t recognized at all. Except, to be picked on by bullies who take pleasure in that sort of shakedown.
School is all about cliques, I’m sure everyone probably agrees on that to a certain extent. If it wasn’t for music, I wouldn’t have survived. I’m sure of that, it connected with my soul, it was my best friend at times.
I’m a dreamer, folks. That’s first and foremost. Creativity, music, lyrics, those were secondary attributes. Dreaming is where I...
School is all about cliques, I’m sure everyone probably agrees on that to a certain extent. If it wasn’t for music, I wouldn’t have survived. I’m sure of that, it connected with my soul, it was my best friend at times.
I’m a dreamer, folks. That’s first and foremost. Creativity, music, lyrics, those were secondary attributes. Dreaming is where I...
#identity
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Introspection and Individuality: Exploring the Landscape of the Self
A Lecture:
(Professor adjusts their glasses, a slight smile playing on their lips)
Alright, class, settle in, settle in! Welcome back to Psychology 301. Or, as I like to call it, "Why We're All a Little Bit Weird (and That's Okay)."
Today, we're diving deep into something very personal, something I've grappled with for years: the fascinating intersection of self-discovery, perception, and the delightful enigma of "weirdness." And we're going to explore it through the lens of poetry – my poetry, actually – and a rather intriguing story...
(Professor adjusts their glasses, a slight smile playing on their lips)
Alright, class, settle in, settle in! Welcome back to Psychology 301. Or, as I like to call it, "Why We're All a Little Bit Weird (and That's Okay)."
Today, we're diving deep into something very personal, something I've grappled with for years: the fascinating intersection of self-discovery, perception, and the delightful enigma of "weirdness." And we're going to explore it through the lens of poetry – my poetry, actually – and a rather intriguing story...
#fiction
#inspirational
#MentalHealth #philosophical
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CRY UPON HIS SHOULDERS
The elders say that we can't stop talking to GOD ALMIGHTY, no matter what we have to face in our lives,
when we have trouble waters in our lives that makes us feel as thought there is no way out of the storms. But yet somehow has changed the very course of our own lives. For sure we must continue to believe in our faith and beliefs, by leaving behind the sorrow of our hurt and pain. YET remaining focus on the task at hand, for sure we must never get caught up within, the storms of our feelings of emotions. Which makes us lose our focus draining, us of our strength and courage and...
when we have trouble waters in our lives that makes us feel as thought there is no way out of the storms. But yet somehow has changed the very course of our own lives. For sure we must continue to believe in our faith and beliefs, by leaving behind the sorrow of our hurt and pain. YET remaining focus on the task at hand, for sure we must never get caught up within, the storms of our feelings of emotions. Which makes us lose our focus draining, us of our strength and courage and...
#faith
#philosophical
#prayer
#redemption
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Shalom
An embedded arrow from Cupid’s mystique bow
It’s now up to me to sow the seeds of love and reap the benefits of its growth
Whoever the receiver in the lifespan makes me a believer
Those piercing arrows make the heart feel beautifully adorned
Warm, all fuzzy inside, after time, then spiritually conform
Not to worry, everyone has had their company, for sure
Trying to keep the spark of emotions in the creation of a higher self, one must endure
My intentions to self-love have never been detoured, or evaporated...
It’s now up to me to sow the seeds of love and reap the benefits of its growth
Whoever the receiver in the lifespan makes me a believer
Those piercing arrows make the heart feel beautifully adorned
Warm, all fuzzy inside, after time, then spiritually conform
Not to worry, everyone has had their company, for sure
Trying to keep the spark of emotions in the creation of a higher self, one must endure
My intentions to self-love have never been detoured, or evaporated...
#philosophical
#spiritual
#sun
#water
#angels
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The Hollow Bloom
The echo hums where silence breeds, detaching, fading, dissipating,
A river flows, yet never stays, refracting, bending, disappearing,
Its current carves through stone unseen, eroding, shaping, liberating.
The self dissolves, a mist in shade, unraveling, shifting, elevating,
What binds the form but empty seeds? Decaying, blooming, vanishing,
A breath that speaks, yet none remain, unknowing, drifting, meditating.
A lotus drowns where mirrors break, reflecting, shattering, recomposing,
The dream of self, a whispered veil elapsing, wilting,...
A river flows, yet never stays, refracting, bending, disappearing,
Its current carves through stone unseen, eroding, shaping, liberating.
The self dissolves, a mist in shade, unraveling, shifting, elevating,
What binds the form but empty seeds? Decaying, blooming, vanishing,
A breath that speaks, yet none remain, unknowing, drifting, meditating.
A lotus drowns where mirrors break, reflecting, shattering, recomposing,
The dream of self, a whispered veil elapsing, wilting,...
#philosophical
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