Articles Category: Poetry - Symposia: The Online Philosophy Journal

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CHILDHOOD By : S Price it is about the relationship between mother and child in old age MOTHER'S HOPE By : ILP Doug.E.Barr She can only hope; she can not know. WHITE POPPIES By : ILP Doug.E.Barr for a new remembrance day Commander Poetry By : C. McGuire Formality hustles with the poorly trained poets of illiteracy! ALONE By : ILP Doug.E.Barr Alone we can not be The Last Supper By : your cousin A poem about a person's rights to be remembered by their family. Let's eat. TRUTH By : ILP Doug.E.Barr This is it. CHAOS By : ILP Doug.E.Barr Chaos looming? No! It's already here. WHY By : ILP Doug.E.Barr the reason to live HEART BEATS By : ILP Doug.E.Barr The rhythm of meaning REGRETS, DAD By : ILP Doug.E.Barr I came to know him too late. This Tumour of Darkness By : C. McGuire A confrontation with perversion and abnormality and mental illness. The BagPipes! By : C. McGuire A comment on the BagPipes and Scotland. GOD By : ILP Doug.E.Barr Maybe yes; maybe no UNdeath By : no walrus a short poem i wrote the day i tried to commit suicide, so it may not be the best poem ever, but i like it. MARKET MEMORY By : ILP Doug.E.Barr It was priceless HARMONY By : ILP Doug.E.Barr An attempt to diminish discord. Headache and other suggestions By : C. McGuire A wandering track of Idea Place Word and World! HUMMINGBIRDS By : ILP Doug.E.Barr A philosophical view of them SOLDIER'S LAMENT By : ILP Doug.E.Barr War from the perspective of a dead soldier. MOTHER'S BENCH By : ILP Doug.E.Barr A tribute to my mother (1915 _). WAR and MOM By : ILP Doug.E.Barr An attempt to explain the absurdity of war to my mother (1915_) QUESTIONS By : ILP Doug.E.Barr They have been asked by millions over thousands of years PROGRESS By : ILP Doug.E.Barr Toward what? PHILOSOPHICAL DEFICIENCY By : ILP Doug.E.Barr An admission TOGETHER By : ILP Doug.E.Barr We are one Based on True Stories By : someoneisatthedoor Poem constructed out of news headlines The Way it will be in the End By : C. McGuire The way it will be in the end Big Issue By : C. McGuire observations while handing out free newspaper Of Fear and Thought By : Szpak This is a poem I wrote after meditating on a discussion I had with a friend. I told him what I feared the most was not thinking... and the lack of thinking by others and their disconnection from natural emotions. OLDER FOLKS By : ILP Doug.E.Barr During a visit to an eye clinic I saw the future WALLS By : ILP Doug.E.Barr built for security they enclose insecurity THE LAST WHY By : ILP Doug.E.Barr What life is all about WAR on POVERTY By : ILP Doug.E.Barr Why the "more fortunate" win and the "less fortunate" lose LOVE By : ILP Doug.E.Barr A brief explanation MOTHER'S DREAM By : ILP Doug.E.Barr I caught an insight of Mom (1915_) WHAT'S HAPPENING ('Waiting for Godot') By : ILP Doug.E.Barr resisting meaninglessness HAPPY BIRTHDAY (a new age) By : ILP Doug.E.Barr The latest in the list of ages WAR and PEACE By : ILP Doug.E.Barr A description of war; the prescription for peace Would it were evening By : Katharine Daimler death of reality For the Life of Us By : Father Nature This is a piece I wrote, and I am still trying to figure out what it means. Alláh'u'abhá (literally, 'God is Most Glorious') By : Alexander R. Wilkerson What is this? The bohemian arch of your consciousness. Yeah, that's it, go ahead and over-elaborate. Your babel scramjet of a threnody. What caused your drift from that big bang? The way you generate razes my ego with hope. So stop it, okay? A Drunken Pity-Killing at Phoenix Corral By : Alexander R. Wilkerson A tumbleweed blew past, As each held his forty-five fast. The sun was rising as vermilion and rushed gold, Air was hard to breathe, straight and rather cold. A decrepit steer skull sits off to the side of the dirt path, Smirking at the kid and his imminent bloodbath, A dragonfly flutters past the barrel of his boomstick, You best fire first, kid -- and quick. On the edge By : Noely G On the edge A blackness opens, seemingly from nowhere, too late to turn, too late to run. A fire bellows down below, a boiling redness, rolling sulphur, blackened forms. ‘Καθαρότησ εν Χάροσ’ (Purity in Death) By : pxc Sometimes a man may go through life Never knowing pain or strife Ignorant of his evil, he lies In a wail his deaf ears do not hear, the world cries He moves through life as an imitator An accuser, never seeing the true perpetrator Screaming wildly Pointing blindly ‘Ττυχαίοσ Φονεύω’ (Accidental Murder) By : pxc A man sat in his home It was peaceful and quiet As he sat alone Reading his book Conflict was obscured For reality, his mind forsook At the sound of a knock He abruptly woke Leaving the chair to rock He rose to welcome the guest He walked to the door Against his nerves anxiety pressed ‘Ο Υβριστήσ’ (The Insulter) By : pxc He turned on his prey and with purpose and passion He began to destroy it In the cruelest fashion His words like a sword, he wove its defeat Deftly weaving Keenly deceiving He wrapped himself in his conceit An Author By : pxc The prosaic poet writes his silent song. Tapping a rhymeless rhythm, he shows it to the mind's ears, a lively lullaby. With invariable inconsistency he creates his characters conventional creatively. Illustrating the indefinite with immortal actors. High Desert Solitude By : slider Afternoon rains, cool desert night I sit on canyon rim Breezes bring fecund smells of sage and thirsty earth. Below me glitters the ribbon of desert life A tiny creek bathed in starlight The Push By : Bucho Like an admission In the dark, My sweat beads and stains This shirt I kept As a memento When I said goodbye To playgrounds in general. The stink of puberty Wafts from the sleeves, Giving olfactory senses A reminder of what uncomfortable means. Physis By : Alexistentialism Generation overflows Physis Here comes conflict Here comes unity sprawling out on top Difference By : Alexistentialism The man is a woman Like One can be two. An homogenous glue is Pasting the world together Keeping whole in the midst of dynamism. After-math By : Alexistentialism Theorems imploded and left amputated calculations to themselves. Bloody ontology dressed down and crashed the formal soiree. Black ties turned into black eyes while adequatio completely lost all identity. a poetic reflection on time By : aporia Poem about time Mississipi Survival of Katrina (condensed) By : Kriswest We survived Katrina in a 1200 sq. ft wood home, with 29 cats and 7 dogs barricaded in with us. Our family and home survived. We were given life while many others lost their lives and or homes. We honor those that passed. Those that Katrina destroyed.She did teach us hope and love. It Was Religious By : DakotaDean Night, like the calm before the storm I didn't know what to expect, The betrayers blood stained the sky for many years, Yet it was religious, My mind seeing dimensions beyond mortal thought, The Mind is a Sieve By : C. McGuire informal poem that trips and falls with the thinking Mad Cerberus By : C. McGuire the animal of war Sunday Times By : Faust D. Fiore A poem WARNING LABEL/PARTS PER MILLION By : The Straight-faced Clown: AKA - lhw on ILP written 15June 2006 TWINKLE, TWINKLE By : The Straight-faced Clown: AKA - lhw on ILP a poem from June ?? 2006 RADIOACTIVE WASTE By : The Straight-faced Clown: AKA - lhw on ILP written 24Sep. 2006 BRAIN-DRAIN By : The Straight-faced Clown: AKA - lhw on ILP from 3-4Sep. 2006 an untitled poem By : The Straight-faced Clown: AKA - lhw on ILP from 10-13June 2005 - despite the subject matter, it's not merely a poem about dinosaurs AN ENTROPIC SOLILOQUY By : The Straight-faced Clown: AKA - lhw on ILP 21Sep. 2006 ENVELOPE PLEASE By : The Straight-faced Clown: AKA - lhw on ILP an anti-slam slam poem written apprx'ly 1999-2000 new haiku - this poet I know... By : The Straight-faced Clown: AKA - lhw on ILP from 22Sep. 2006 Senses, Delicate to Descartes By : Danny Chunger When external lies enter us The body will be confused And the mind will be a slave to insanity. Dandelions in June By : LivingDeadGirl They come, secret little buggers. Tiny pods a first, dark green and blending in. They sit and wait, for each pod to push up out of the dirt while you are unsuspecting. Separation by Tar By : LivingDeadGirl On my left birch trees wait nervously, swaying in unison to the wind’s lonesome serenade. Dressed to the nines in silvery white sleeves and black shadow tuxedoes, they stand waiting for a partner under a sparkling disco ball of moonlight. Twilight By : LivingDeadGirl The horizon is masked by vivid shades, cerulean and violet, together, paint on paper. Birds twitter tucking young into wood and red yarn nests throughout the leaf-laden forest. Religion By : LivingDeadGirl Religion isn’t just about God or gods. It isn’t Sunday morning pep talks or inhaling incense until your nose burns. It isn’t raging river baptisms or ceremonies to induct Goths into cults. Split Second Desires By : LivingDeadGirl I watch the way you stare at me; fierce brown eyes gazing taking my every curve into your mind. I can't help but smile thinking of weathered hands gliding over creamy white skin. New-Age Guitarist By : LivingDeadGirl We sit across from each other, you and I, in a little café. In the outskirts of Old Port. A new-age guitarist jerks at the strings trying to impress us with his musicality. Aging hands wrap around the black coffee before you while I stir a mocha latté. Cock boy and other boys (contains explicit sexual reference) By : Colin McGuire Poem about homosexual oral sex Upon the word By : Colin McGuire Poem about language The memory of Fish By : Colin McGuire Poem about memory and fish The Revolution of Everyday Life By : Colin McGuire Poem about the significance of small things Mid-morning By : Her Bessiness My mind takes my body to a sweet forbidden place. No one gets hurt and no one’s feet get dirty. 4 AM By : Her Bessiness Could he be real? Is it a dream? Subconscious desire Chocolate ice cream There once was a girl from Nantucket... By : Her Bessiness Sensorial poem A Peanut By : Gamer A peanut sat on a railway track Little Mind By : Gamer A poem Three Steves By : Gamer Three guys called Steve Say C*** Day By : Gamer Contains profane language Eating By : Gamer i told you before of the bleary eyed mammals who wander in circles like thirsty old camels and surfing the channels suburban sedation in kennels and shackles they’re serving their nation

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