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We Live We Die We Eat Pizza Pie

We live we die we eat pizza pie

We rush we strive we stress we thrive

Sometimes we forget

That we’re even alive.

We love we laugh

We smile we cry

Sometimes we forget

Why we even try

If this is life

Is death but a sleep?

And if so, shall we also wake?

Moments come and moments go

And in the best of them

We know that we know

And this knowing is sure

And firm and real

And shows us a path

That is surer than math

And those moments 

give us a peek at

Something great 

Something unseen

Yet Is realer than real

And well worth the wait.

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Philosophers Feast

Philosophers" Feast

Philosophers Feast

Philosophers Feast

 

If Hegel brought some bagels

And Descartes brought some toast

If Socrates brought a salad

Which would they like most?

If Aristotle brought a bottle  

Of really fine champagne

They’d all be making merry

And surely raising Cain

 

If Hobbes brought the lobster

And Voltaire brought some veal

Wouldn’t that be scrumptious

Now I’d call that a meal

 

If Plato brought tomatoes

That came straight off the vine

And Leibniz brought a case

Of chilled Riesling wine

 

If Pythagoras some pears

And Nietzsche brought some peaches

That he got from who knows where

If Avicenna brought some apricots

And Ibn Gabirol brought some grapes

To make a full fruit basket

What a dish that would make!

 

If Emerson brought some barbecue

And Krishnamurti brought some Coke

And Kierkegaard brought the lime juice

And also told the jokes

If Confucious brought some juices

And Lao Tzu brought some lox

And Ram Dass brought some donuts

That filled a great big box…

 

What a feast would be forthcoming 

With those of mental might

Sharing stellar thoughts

While eating their fill

Well into that blessed night!

 

 

Seeing…a poem

Seeing

“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)

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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.

Sky God…a Poem

tropical beach

tropical beach

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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