Philosophy Poems
Shaping an adult
by Azaad M
If I could make my own adults,
I’d shape them gently—
after the foggy warmth of grandmothers' laps
and the way a mother tucks in the corners of a blanket like a promise.
I’d build them with leftover laughter from childhood
pressed into the hollows of their cheeks,
the kind that resurfaces when they laugh with their eyes closed.
I’d stir in a spoonful of Camus—
so they'd look at the sky and feel both lost and held.
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LONELINESS - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos
Loneliness, Emotional pain, walks with us through the day,
and sleeps with us through the night,
Tears that is not visible to the naked eye,
silent screams that no one can hear,
feeling of relentless distress,
Trapped with nowhere to turn,
life is changing beyond our control,
someone else is pulling the strings,
causing this deep ache in the bottom of our soul.
but remember, for every soul there is a soul that touches yours –
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Time
by Michael Rufman
We don’t understand, but time is a miracle, the ability of the Absolute with its Consciousness to isolate stable images in boiling primordial matter
Thus, although relative, there is a continuity of being
This is how a natural change of states is born, which means time arises, because there is no time without contemplated objects
Moreover, in ensuring the duration of ongoing processes, the aspect of the will of the Absolute is manifested
From the Clarinet
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Late November,
and lonely resonance of harmattan
salutes this solitude.
A weaverbird's contralto, in one
gale-sweep, lays bare the lower balustrade
of a maisonette,
and the romance of the last seasons
shoots the long throat of the clarinet...
O'classicals, on wings
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Silence of the Rocks
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Sweltering clouds above are in yoga
Below them, crags — large-hearted and
Deep-seated, with striated bowels —
Faint from the hostile shafts of sunlight.
Iguanas pray fervently through fents
Hewed by dreaded times;
So are south-oriented ivies — straggling
Idly by noon, they seek eloquence of
Humming-birds on rock-ruptured
Sequence of dalliances...
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Shaping an adult
by Azaad M
If I could make my own adults,
I’d shape them gently—
after the foggy warmth of grandmothers' laps
and the way a mother tucks in the corners of a blanket like a promise.
I’d build them with leftover laughter from childhood
pressed into the hollows of their cheeks,
the kind that resurfaces when they laugh with their eyes closed.
I’d stir in a spoonful of Camus—
so they'd look at the sky and feel both lost and held.
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The Road I Frequent
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
If you have seen it or traipsed on it,
You would have long since observed
That it's not paved with slabs of deception;
It’s a simple, lean road, fleshed and naked
It blends well with culture and the harmony
Of peace, curved effortlessly on its western incline.
It clutches at its vegetation when storms pervade
The earth
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end’s beginning
by Rikske Kessner
end’s beginning . . . .
. . . . a seed that falls
strikes the ground and ends…
the goodness of its covering
fleshy fruit but an aftertaste…
then germinates and sprouts,
with daily nurturing sunlight
to spawn the next generation
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the importance of Honor and Love
by Michael Rufman
Without Power, no appearance is possible; Power is not a means, but a condition for realization, including the realization of one’s own potentials, the expansion of awareness. And it is clear that one of the main aspirations of the magician is precisely the desire to accumulate Power - that is, to his development, to his realization
However, besides Power, Magic does not deny the importance of other values - Honor, Love. A magician, who sacrifices Honor for the sake of Power, is doomed sooner or later to lose - failure to accept responsibility means abandonment of integrity, and this is the path to the destruction of his being
However, for a magician, love inevitably limits his individuality, selfhood, and therefore limits his Power, but such a limitation, nevertheless, being correctly directed, leads to an amazing result - by giving up the Power, limiting himself, the magician gains access to such deep sources, which he had never even suspected before, and it turns out that for love, it’s really not a pity to give up your life
The emptiness created by the separation of energies is suddenly filled, and the fullness, the integrity that arises in the being of a magician filled with love, is qualitatively different than the integrity of a magician who is focused on his differential self
Secret Journey
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Routes of jagged creation line this journeyꓽ
Slopes of jealous mountains, impatient-running waters
Crestfallen deserts, hungry savannahs, bemoaning wildernesses . . . .
The sun jeers at you with terrible rays,
The silt of the desert dunes blister your feet,
Your pupils dart about recklessly and pick on those prehistoric beasts,
Jackals howl at you . . . .
You thirst
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