Posts tagged ‘philosophy’

July 22, 2018


by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

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The skyscrapers

In a black city

Attracting the throng

To surrender the things

When the sense

Of newness wears off.


Build an attempt

So high

With an aim so tight

To render love

In a warm and vivid

Colors of shine.

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July 1, 2018


by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

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Engulfed at the seashores,

wondering if I should go

back or wait

till the dawn.

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May 27, 2018

What and Why!

by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

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“What I write

why I write

for what I write,

have to read

between the lines,” said the note book.


“Are you guilty

of what you did

why you feel,

have to understand

the reasons behind,” said the pen.

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May 19, 2018


by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

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Maturity is intense

To release the tensed

Coming with drawbacks

In a dose of love.


He said, “Maturity is key

to end the unwanted shouts,

trying to be real

along with the reflection

in the eyes.”

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May 10, 2018

Lost and Found

by Nick Anthony

I am in search of something unknown,
Just beyond my grasp of comprehension.
I stand at the temple doors of Self,
Sealed shut by monks of Sophistry
To conceal their esoteric knowledge and rites,
Of which I desperately long to understand.

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May 4, 2018

Observation and Implementation!

by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

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Observing the sky

In the moonlight

Observing the sea

In the sunlight

Observing the mountains

In the sunshine.


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February 14, 2018


by Renwick Berchild

As a youth,
I knew not of crowded city streets,
the smells of compacted people,
all their schedules and goals and jostling.

I loved the woods,
and the lake waters, and the snow.
The many greens of Midsummer:
faded teal, fatty yellow, dark forest, zingy lime;
wreaths of chlorophylls dewed and shiny.

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August 2, 2017

While Alive

by Renwick Berchild

When we fall down, when we land, when we lay
upon the bedrock, do we look up? Or do we close
our eyes, and make do, roll the dirt around us,
invite the insects to have discussion, play with god;

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May 14, 2017


by The Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

And we stand upon this globe
Asking of the Universe

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April 13, 2017

The other nations of this Earth

by The Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

The other nations of this Earth live along side us
Misunderstood, undervalued, used and abused
So many of us not longer see them
We fortunate few may wilfully misunderstand

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April 11, 2017

The Lonely Stair

by Renwick Berchild

At its height aloneness is the pale star.

So far, and distant, when the light at last reaches our eye
it is one hundred years gone.

I act accordingly,
(my god is an outlier god)
when all are in rise,
I must fall, when all are out walking, I must be sitting,
when all are descending, I must ascend, for when the powers tied
the strings, I was not to be found at my station along the line.

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March 7, 2017

Eyes and ears, m’dear

by Devina

Hear the things,

they speak with their eyes

Words are a lair’s arsenal,

look just how lightly they step

around promises, and juggle emotions

Look within you for your truths,

see what injustice strikes you like a fist,

understand what you stand for.

The outside, of many things, is a facade

the innards, soul and belief belie this

Flesh and bone, masks and smiles

housing within a starlight light,

or void blackness

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March 7, 2017

The Wheel

by Renwick Berchild

Inside this cir – cle, ten billion hands are pushing,
wheeling us around the universe,
searching for the light.

We have the torches, but the stars
we are not yet alighting, our agency stunted
by the promises of a silent creator.

From my window, I am watching the spectacle;
it is a ring of fire, plowing over the land,
a racing bright wind, burning and eating.

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January 11, 2017

Being English….

by The Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

Show no emotion, hold everything back
Say  ’I think we need a bit of support’ when you are under fatal attack

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November 21, 2016


by Renwick Berchild

The sunlight smacks off skyscrapers, the chests
of engines heave and gasp; chemical sweat
drips from every brow, as we wilt and bend
beneath the smothering heat of Monday.

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November 18, 2016

How Can We Get To Sleep Each Roaring Night?

by Renwick Berchild

What is the What?
Who is the Who?
When is the When?
Where will I lay my head and rest?

How is a misnomer
Each time I crack an egg,
Each time I fry its yoke,
Its slither down my throat,
My turn in the game of consumption
And conquest.

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July 26, 2016


by Venkat


     we do


     we do


     we do

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July 13, 2016

After a Wave Had Crashed

by Bipolar Opposites

And the green leaves


And cascaded down

Like a picturesque

Waterfall of

Playful emotion;

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July 1, 2016


by Renwick Berchild

Heavens crowd me, preachers press on, gurus
Take me outside and lay me in grass to feed me
(They all lay claim to me),
Hastened as monarchs in their migration
For the sweet milkweed.

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June 14, 2016

Deliberations at my Window

by Renwick Berchild

Little things
Hold together, dear atoms cling to form matter,
To form

This hair of mine,
These hands,
This breast,
This heart,
This mind.

Several mountains I have climbed and have never fallen,
Yet stumbled I have on a lone, poorly placed pebble.

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April 21, 2016

The Green and Blue

by Renwick Berchild

There is the smell
Of moss and green. A color
Like a thief. Stealing land, smothering
Hillsides and the trees. This
Essence, the Qi, of the
Leaf and blade, settles here
(On my breast) and cracks me open
To lift my heart.

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April 12, 2016

The Owl

by Venkat


The dark hollow
of the silent night
Blew into fires of fiery red
Glowing her tucked wings
In molten fear

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March 22, 2016

No Doubt

by russtowne

No Doubt

Whether the cup is half full or half empty

Of this I have no doubt,

It depends whether I’m pouring something in

Or drinking something out.

With Love,


(C) Copyright 2016 Russ Towne

All Rights Reserved

January 17, 2016

The Jungle Book

by Venkat


For the deer, I waited as a lion
To the cheetah, I was too late

For the fish, I shot my eye as a stork
To the kingfisher, I was too late

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October 28, 2015

A Woodpecker’s Rattle

by Venkat


This woodpecker
Upon my neck
Rattled on
And I saw its beak
Tear my feelings

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October 13, 2015

Unexplored Wilderness

by Venkat


These footholds
Laid by your education
Hardened, with feet
Of able followers, of past
Traverse so, one side
Of my wild world

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October 11, 2015


by Venkat


We are birds, in flight
On varying heights

You see clouds
I do not

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June 10, 2014

Life Scripts

by Heather's Starting End




“Subconsciously aware or consciously unaware”
The script of my life that’s composed each day.
As the seconds sweep by that just don’t last,
As the hours turned day, that I just let pass

The pleasure of love hangs still in the moment,
The moments of sadness when pleasure gets hung
A balance of chapters in our lifes book
Moments like these that go unsung

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