Philosophers Feast
Philosophers Feast
If Hegel brought some bagels
And Descartes brought some toast
If Socrates brought a salad
Which would you like most? Read More
Category: Poetry
Seeing…a poem
“Seeing”…a poem
Do I see you as you see me seeing you see me?
Am I seeing what I want to see or just
What needs to be seen?
And if so, as you see it or as I see it
And what does it mean to me to
See you, and do I only see you in the
First place because I believe I can see
You (as in seeing is believing) or do you
Only see what you believe
And the hell with the rest?
Do you see what I mean?
Eternity…a Poem
Eternity visits in different ways;
to some in a cloud of incense
to others with a distant gaze;
To some it comes while eating a peach
to lovers while strolling on a sun-kissed beach
poets may meet
in their imagination
and lovers of nature
while drinking in the beauty of a forest reborn
in the heart-clutching palette
that comes with each dawn
Workaholic types might meet it
on an overdue vacation
and sometimes it even winks
at a whole generation
All in all it’s an awesome thing
these sweet, sweet moments
that eternity brings
while whispering the promise
of a life made whole
And the hope of refreshment ‘
with a tall cool glass
of Gatorade
for the soul
– by David Klein
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Stop Thinking (A Poem)
stop thinking about how things aren’t going your way
stop thinking about going away
stop thinking about how people used to be, how you used to be
stop thinking about the worst
stop thinking that you’re cursed
stop thinking about what went wrong
at least, stop thinking about it for long
stop thinking about what-ifs
stop thinking about forgotten gifts
stop thinking about life in a negative way
stop thinking you’ve got nothing to say
stop thinking about broken parts
stop thinking about shattered art
stop thinking you’ve got nothing to give
stop thinking you’ve got nothing to take
stop thinking that time goes too fast
stop thinking that good moments never last
stop thinking change is inconceivable
stop thinking bliss is not achievable
stop thinking love is a lie
stop thinking that hope is bound to wither and die
stop thinking it’s too late
stop thinking
stop thinking
start doing.
Poem from Rob Brezsny’s book “Pronoia is the Antidote to Paranoia.”
Poem from Rob Brezsny’s book “Pronoia is the Antidote to Paranoia.” This poem is from the introduction to the book’s latest revision and expansion. Read More
Sky God…a Poem
Sky God…a poem
Some imagine a God that lives in the sky, cosmic and loving and time-ruling and more passionate than passion itself.
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Ode to the Future…a poem
Silicon Valley…a Poem
Silicon Valley…a Poem
Having spent twenty years in the Silicon Valley
It’s time to come up with a tally
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Apps…a Poem
“A Negro Dreams of Rivers”
“A Negro Dreams of Rivers.”…I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.My soul has grown deep like the rivers. Read More
