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Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
You are the cure
Of my desires
And the spark
That sets me on fire

When sick with love
And start to sink
I reach for you
And take a drink

I need your love
Forever more
Your love to me
Is my drugstore

You are the cure
Of what ails me
And its cause...
Perpetually
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
I searched for you
One half of a heart  
When I found  you  
My mind blew apart  
  
Our love is as certain  
As night is to dark  
As clear as Romeo's  
Ear for the lark  
  
I'll be with you always  
And always be there  
I'm one half of you  
Our hearts halved to share
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INTERESTING

The Crazy And Charming Theory Of Love In Plato’s “Symposium”
By John Schellhase on March 16, 2015
Plato Symposium
A symposium scene on a 5th century BCE Greek cup currently housed in the State Antiquities Collection in Munich, Germany. Source: Wikimedia
Written 2,400 years ago, Plato’s philosophical novella, Symposium, includes one of the weirdest – and most charming – explanations of why people fall in love ever invented. Plato gives this trippy exegesis to the playwright Aristophanes, who appears as a character in the book.


Before turning to Aristophanes’s odd speech, let’s set the stage. First, we’re at a dinner party. Wealthy Athenian men have gathered, as they often did, to drink wine, eat, philosophize, and carouse with women, younger men, or each other. On this (fictional) occasion, the guests are all playwrights and philosophers and they include Plato’s idol Socrates. As the night progresses, the conversation turns to the meaning of love.


In the Greek world, two-and-a-half millennia ago, writers and thinkers often viewed love with suspicion because it aroused passions that could drive a man to abandon responsibility, obsess, and/or go mad. But the guests at this symposium seek to find what is praiseworthy about love. One man says it makes lovers brave, particularly homosexual soldiers who serve alongside each other in the army; their love would make them more valiant than the loveless. Later Socrates suggests that learning to love is a step toward discovering higher beauty and truth, such as offered by philosophy.

Plato Symposium Detail
Detail from the 1869 painting ‘Plato’s Symposium’ by Anselm Feuerbach on display at the Staatliche Kunsthalle Karlsruhe, one of Germany’s more prestigious art museums. Source: Cultural Institute
The most memorable speech of the night – and the strangest – comes from Aristophanes. After recovering from a bout of hiccups, the playwright starts his speech. Instead of an intellectual discourse, he tells a story, a myth of the origins of love.

Aristophanes says that at the beginning of the world human beings looked very different:

“Primeval man was round, his back and sides forming a circle; and he had four hands and four feet, one head with two faces, looking opposite ways, set on a round neck and precisely alike… He could walk upright as men now do, backwards or forwards as he pleased, and he could also roll over and over at a great pace, turning on his four hands and four feet, eight in all, like tumblers going over and over with their legs in the air; this was when he wanted to run fast.”

These weird, fused humans had three sexes, not the two we have today. Some were male in both halves, some were female in both haves, and others had one male half and another female half. According to this tale, they were more powerful than today’s frail human creatures. Aristophanes says, “Terrible was their might and strength, and the thoughts of their hearts were great, and they made an attack upon the gods.”

The gods met to discuss how they would deal with these circular attackers. Several suggested all-out slaughter. But Zeus said that humanity simply needed to be humbled, not destroyed. The gods decided to sever the humans in two. “And if they continue to be insolent and will not be quiet,” said Zeus, “I will split them again and they shall hop about on a single leg.”

The gods halved the humans. And so now, in this new age of split selves, the two halves roam the face of the earth searching for one another. Male searching for male, female searching for female, and male and female searching for each other – it is all part of the same story, according to the playwright. And finding that other, original part of yourself… That is love. As Aristophanes concludes,

“After the division the two parts of man, each desiring his other half, came together, and throwing their arms about one another, entwined in mutual embraces, longing to grow into one.”
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
America the Beautiful
In God We Trust

Could This Be Our Eden
Or Simply A Test

We've Milk
Honey
With Plenty To Spare
Yet People Die Hungry
Right Here
On This Sphere
There's Mountains
Rivers
Land
Shore To Shore
While Freedom Famined
Peoples
Bang Bang
At Our Doors

Could This Be America
In We...God Trusts

The Eden Experiment
Would That Not Be Just
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
Tick Tock Lane
A sign that caused my head to crane

In time my wonder got to me
So Googled what there was to see

And so I saw to my horror
The story of Elmer the clock maker

He killed his wife
And did some time
Then married again
Those wedding bells chimed

In two years time Elmer's no more
Two men came shooting
New wife and Elmer

His wife survives
She testifies
"This is for Ma" is what I heard...
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Was time finally served
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
Well paint my wagon
****** red!!
Can this be the woman
I ran from and fled
This beautiful Lady
I Love so and trust
I spoke with a tongue
Of ***** disgust

First time I flew, I said...
"stupid me"!
Why do you run
From all that can be
Love....
Never felt
Flowed free from my pores
Then I ran slamming
Slam slamming all doors

Love was a language
Elusive to me
A tongue that's no secret
Yet never could speak
Then came you
My speech therapist
A Miracle worker
My Love linguist
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
Tiny shards of ice
Bouncing off the ground
Like shattered glass
Mimicking the sound

Yearning to be snow
Intricate as lace
Instead, micro mirrors
Searching for a face

Hoping to float, flutter
Dart like a bee
Sorry little rain drop
Tis not cold enough
To be
My first poem I ever gave a serious try....
Was under my truck doing a repair...
Suddenly, I hear a strange sound, I turn my head and see sleet bouncing off the ground...
Went home and did my poetic best to describe
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
Smoke rings ring my Father's song
Like floating stanza's
Of years now gone
With forted form
They levitate
Then slowly
Mistily
Dissipate
One of my favorite.
I was inspired to write this after Daniel(I was Daniel Care Giver, he had AIDS related dementia) mentioned that my blowing "Smoke Rings" reminded him of his father who use to blow smoke rings also...
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