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Poet3 Philosoph4

3 poems I made time to post to Facebook this morning; then one more, changing the title of this post to wordplay Poetry and Philosopher with numbers:

Silence is golden, subtle movement surreal
rising to the task: thought: tremendous
dividing again, creating new neural pathways…

12.02 running glue
drips from sticky sky
no more gravity defiance
to trees, falling in lime compliance

it’s all in your mind:
your it’s all mind

Bonus poem thought of here, falling into Moby Memory Gospel state of mind. After seeing it take shape, I crafted it into a Folding Mirror poem.

Thinking of Dogs: Wolves and Walks

do dogs dream of when they were wolves
I probably know what you’re thinking
if you’re younger than me
because I passed through
that age
while I was sinking
deeper into my life experience
the variables anyway but maybe not
if dogs dream of their today and tomorrow

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PhD PHILOSOPH4 POEMS

More philosophic poems by a middle-aged white Doctor of Philosophy who’s been blogging freely for twenty years, after being persecuted out of university for criticising Multicultural Fascism!:

In response to someone posting AC/DC’s Rock n’ Roll Singer lyrics on Facebook:
Led me astray … in nineteen eight-a
1987 on the road I went away
hitchin’ n’ hiking, rock n’ rolling
2020 I’ve eased the tolling
cos downpayment blues
I had to start to pay!

(downpayment blues is another AC/DC song).

I think the way I do because
I’m special to me,
but i believe I’m just one life
in a belief system
encompassing all humanity.

I can easily write more poetry,
but will it surpass that written previously,
and is a plateau or downhill
simply artistic heresy?

Not looking for utopia
amongst humans any more.
Place to be: content mediocre
just trying to avoid deep dystopia!

If you liked the above there’s loads more in my books, and many much more epic and detailed; if you like that kind of thing!

Summer solstice great greenygreying

It’s summer solstice, with our planet’s northern hemisphere getting its most sunlight because it’s axis tilt is tipping it more towards the sun than any other time on its orbit around our star, the sun.
My favourite orrery, the planets today, shows the sun at 6 o’ clock now, going anti-clockwise:
 

Summer Solstice Sunflowers Wordplay

Sunflowers know the sun provides them with life.

They seem to have had an educa-sun (education).

https://phys.org/news/2016-05-sunflowers-track-sun.html

Will you be rising early to see the summer solstice, and following it across the sky during the day, like a sunflower does before opening?

I won’t! Maybe it’s because I’ve flowered and so stopped, as sunflowers do?

Heliotropism on Wikipedia.

POETRY PHILOSOPHY

While I hopefully showed the skills I garnered/used to get my PhD over the last ten days, defending my demographic, I don’t really enjoy that; although the evidence was so easy to find, as I already knew the information, it was quite rewarding; and like with my university research, I’m glad to finish it. That’s why I took up creative writing afterwards; to freely write what I enjoyed more, although I still had an ideology within; animals, environment, class, feminism etc.

The personal value of blogging is that I record my writing, as well as promoting it. I’d forgotten about Femen until seeing that photo yesterday; it seems a long time ago now. And Femen are still going, with a campaign I like: blasphemy is good.

Makes me think the British Establishment’s promotion of immigrants from the most sexist religious countries; and the use of ‘racism’ to shut down blasphemous freedom of speech is to counter such groups as Femen; I haven’t heard of them for years.

Anyway I digress, here’s a few of my latest philosophical poetry snippets I first posted on Facebook, with some heavy rain last week inspiring the first few. if you really like any, please post to Brainy Quote!

Comfortable cloud, all fluffy about,
but nature rains, rules flushed out.

Lucky drops of rain
land directly on grain
brewing nature
heaven on Earth mixture.

Only the insane, sunbathe in rain
if I was a steam train, my streaming smoke’d explain,
the direction I’m going is the other way.

Race and religion
are just clouds of confusion
I want to ascend above
to my single point of love…

Sleep is closer to reality,
point of singularity,
mind space as one,
free of body bone.

Is the sun one big alien,
or are aliens based on sun,
on Earth it’s not known to anyone,
searching smoking gun!

There’s NO going back: … ON …

For all humanity knows, there could be giant billions-years-old space creatures that use stars as we use fires, and the planets orbiting around them are cooking like marshmallows.

Taking the single path isn’t less.
It’s more in some ways.
Like getting a double cone of the same flavour; instead of different.

My books are full of such poetic philosophy: