Monthly Archives: June 2014

Splashing down from leaf to leaf— Those green wide leaves in waterfall— The sun makes smiles for heat’s relief Upon the tree so very tall. Then comes a ruffling wind to sway The waterfall in rippling play, And hours long … Continue reading →

A fetus cannot see—nowhere to go; It cannot grip a nip’ with mouth or hand; Nor can it breathe the air, or fast or slow; It has no thing at all in its command. Some sounds may enter ears, but … Continue reading →

Now sing the rational moral man of thought, Whose actions do incorporate what he ought. Now sing the height of he who’s on the rise And with his gleaming rockets clasps the skies! Sing she who wrote the standard of … Continue reading →

Hegel said that what is isn’t, And what isn’t isn’t, isn’t, too; That when you put your clothes on they’re not there, And you’re not there to run around there bare. But Hegel, he wore clothes; he put them on. … Continue reading →

Aren’t these the eyes that build a thousand ships And sail on joyously to worlds ne? And this the brow that has in rapture’s hands The archways of the future where he stands? O yes, sweet child, so bold your … Continue reading →

Three hundred and thirty-three thousand times the mass of earth, Seven hundred and forty-three times the mass of all else In the system of planets and dust that circle it round, The sun, the great golden orb of heat and … Continue reading →

The mind stood here, The god—nowhere. The mind advanced, The god felt fear. The mind kept moving And knowledge won; The god knew nothing, As he’d begun. The mind discovered, Invented things; The god withdrew him In babble-ings. The mind, … Continue reading →

The man who needs a perfect man To lead him ‘gainst the foe Will wait, and keep on waiting, and Will never ever go.

Plato’s “really real” reality Was something he could never see, Or smell or hear, or taste or touch, And yet he said, “I know it much, And the world’s a poor reflection.” A student said, “Since I see you, And … Continue reading →

Beautiful, yellow-full, flutter-full wings Fly all around where the poet sings; Land on his knee-cap, light on his hand, Fan through his hair in this fairy-land. Sparrows come cheeping, three and then five; “Crow” has stopped counting, so many thrive! … Continue reading →

Music, in melodic form, That speaks of peace, again of storm, Of selfish minds that don’t conform, Of gay delight and somber thought, Of something ventured, something wrought, Of happy lips that love has taught, Expressing feelings deep and dear, … Continue reading →

Do not give up when all seems lost, Do not give in when things go wrong, But gather yourself to pay the cost With the upward strike of a song! A song that sails above the crowd, Who trudge with … Continue reading →

Let not your focus drop. Unless your mind should stop. …………………………… The slightest entertaining thing Needs all your conscious focusing. ……………………………… Let nothing pass the gateway of you mind Unseen, or it will rise to make you blind. ……………………………………… Laugh … Continue reading →

If love had wings And I had none, I’d run and run So very fast That she’d be stunned To feel my blast, And put wings down As things out-classed. And yet her wings Of eyelash—oh, When she does wink … Continue reading →

In the town of Athepollo, where lived some twenty thousand men and women, not counting children, it was five o’clock in the morning, and nearly five thousand telephones were ringing. Something was a-foot. All the callers and callees were women. … Continue reading →

Nature is all, when including man, But is as nothing without a man. Without a man to give it use All nature is a lost recluse. Its many forms and features move, With nothing judged and naught to prove. It … Continue reading →

To ‘go with the flow” Is to never quite know Just where you are going, Or why. In a pragmatist fit You can here and there flit With never a star For your eye. You won’t find any height, You … Continue reading →

They say I have a soul, But I have none; My consciousness is whole, And I am one. My self’s not split in two By nothing’s naught; My will runs good and true Through all I’ve got. No spirit from … Continue reading →