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Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
Does each of us
see the universe
from our own perspective?
If so,
does each of us
live in our own perspective-universe?
If so,
is objectivity impossible
and only subjectivity happening?
If so,
to achieve a cooperative society
does each of us
have to empathise
with each other's
unique perspective-universe?
HJV Mar 2019
When I think, I queue
Feelings are not blinding, but
Tips caress a braille
Figured I try a Haiku
Jeremy Cothron Oct 2016
Before I knew it the sun had come,
I had been outside before it decided to arise;
I watched the blue bird.

The blue bird was up before everything else
Rose before the sun,
It pecked at the ground as I sipped my tea

It pulled out a worm and went away
I went inside and thought,
“I wish I could be a bird. So free and elegant, a nomad of the sky.”

Before I knew it, I was up before the sun,
I went on my way with my instincts leading me,
I went to a grassy area and stood there.
I watched an odd man take a sip from his cup.
I pecked the ground and punctured the dirt. I found the worm that was buried inside.
The man looked at me with disappointment in his eyes.

I flew away to my branch and thought,
“I wish I was human, so powerful, they never have to worry about food,
Or a place to live. They get to stay in one spot and never have to leave.”
This poem is about perspective, this piece reminds me of Richard Cory in a way.
AvengingPoet Nov 2014
Everywhere I look is sadness,
I have gone completely mad,
My books have failed to give me solace,
I thought they would,
But I instead am frustrated,
By the so-called goals of “society,”
The goals that do not exist,
Because society does not exist,
We are all just individuals,
They want you to say otherwise,
“Do things for the greater good,”
Only if you want nothing to ever be done,
We can voluntarily associate,
Is that so hard?
Apparently it is,
The professors will tell you,
“That you cannot know anything for sure,”
Complete lies they are selling you,
You have you,
You have reality,
You have hard work,
You have these things,
They exist,
They are you,
Don’t let anyone tell you,
Things do not exist,
If they are right there,
They exist,
But you can buy into philosophical,
Pretentious lies instead.
The Terry Tree Aug 2014
You stole the fire from the sun
Your winged manifest expressed
Brings purity to darkenedness

You bring with you a light loved one
To shine on earth in loveliness
You stole the fire from the sun
Your winged manifest expressed

Your feathers fork-like have become
You soar with ease and happiness
To free us from our loneliness
You stole the fire from the sun
Your winged manifest expressed
Brings purity to darkenedness

A swallow nesting on our home
Will teach us to be swiftly heard
By using wisdom with our words

In gracefulness you deeply roam
With eyes of every Angel bird
A swallow nesting on our home
Will teach us to be swiftly heard

To rise above is to be shown
That life can often be absurd
And if emotions should be stirred
A swallow nesting on our home
Will teach us to be swiftly heard
By using wisdom with our words

To be objective is the key
Perspective must not be mundane
The spirit cannot be constrained

Distance will help you see clearly
The answers that will soon explain
To be objective is the key
Perspective must not be mundane

Create a loving energy
That's easy for you to maintain
And you will reach a higher plane
To be objective is the key
Perspective must not be mundane
The spirit cannot be constrained

With knowledge of divinity
Guide us dear Swallow as we grow
Enlighten us to what we know

As days pass by forgetfully
We misplace insights we behold
With knowledge of divinity
Guide us dear Swallow as we grow

The song you sing of trinity
With holy magic you bestow
All Saints and Gurus overflow
With knowledge of divinity
Guide us dear Swallow as we grow
Enlighten us to what we know

© tHE tERRY tREE
Poem | Written in iambic pentameter | Comprised of three stanzas: a tercet, quatrain, and sestet

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