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izi Jul 2020
The bells struck twelve, shimmering sound
Whispers in the gloom brushed by grass on the hill,
Without you, my heart cannot be found.

Flowers bloom and are torn from the ground,
I remember but can’t forget, I have lost my will,
The bells struck twelve, shimmering sound.

There could be no other loss so profound,
It’s not winter but I feel a bone-deep chill,
Without you, my heart cannot be found.

Some days I feel as though I only weigh a pound,
I feel free, like the spring bird and its singsong trill,
The bells strike twelve, shimmer and sound.

The last time our eyes met I almost drowned,
It was a thunderstorm, a supernova, a paint spill,
Without you, my heart will never be found.

Time spins in a blur, round and round,
It’s been two years since I’ve seen you, until
One day, the bells struck twelve, the shimmer of sound,
Without you, my heart was finally found.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Jul 2020
We have been blind since our inception, until now. Why the change? Ecology.
But ecology is only a catalyst for all other revelations, one variation on the truths of the Cosmos:  infinity;  oneness;  divinity. All truths are related, because all in the infinite Cosmos are one. Right now, the vast majority of
human beings see themselves as plausibly the only "intelligent" beings in the
universe. How absurd! First, the Cosmos in infinite. Second, do the math:
multiply 1 (the number of Earths {the one planet in our solar system that we
know supports human life}) by 200,000,000,000 (the estimated number of solar systems in each galaxy) by 2,000,000,000,000 (the estimated number of
galazies that astronomers think exist in the Cosmos). I cannot do the math, and my computer calculator can't either, but it is not necessary to calculate the
estimated number of planets like Earth that can sustain human life (as well as
other kinds of flora and fauna), because, if one could, the product would be
infinitely large;  thus, to think Earth is the only place in the infinite Cosmos
that is able to support life as we experience it is patently insane. But, for now,
Earth is all we have, so we better become aware of all the ramifications (there
are simply too many to enumerate here) of ecology if life on Earth is to survive. It is past time for all of us to open our eyes, otherwise catastrophic, existential threats will cease to be threats and become realities, and our eyes,
by our own making, will be closed forever.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet, a novelist, and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
The hurt was real, the pain was unsettling
I was looking for a fresh start
I knew I had to move on
With those broken pieces of my heart.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Jul 2020
If ever we wish for Peace on Earth, it will only be achieved through the praxis of love. It is strange to me that all the philosophers through the ages--from Socrates through Arendt--never realized this truth and therefore never espoused it;  rather, in varying ways, they talked in political terms of all different kinds, but never evinced the emotional, the quintessential core of which is, of course, love. Just to give two, but heinous, gargantuan examples, are the centuries of slavery and genocide throughout our world, examples that make me wonder what exactly is the true nature of us as human beings. Here we are in the year 2020 and we have over 50 totalitarian nations (out of over 200) on Earth. And we have in the United States a human being in the Oval Office who is patently a racist, a liar, a cheat, a misogynist, and, in short, a criminal who cares only about himself and not a scintilla about any other human being. Love? You will not find it at the head of our present government, nor in the despotic, tyrannical, totalitarian nations that dot our globe. But love is within each of us, and can be evoked in all of us, but only by our collective will. Read, if you will, my commentary, PEACE ON EARTH THROUGH LOVE, which you can find on MEDIUM by typing in "Tod Hawks -Medium," then scrolling down to my commentary. Thank you in advance for your interest.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia ollege, Columbia Universwity, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet, a novelist, and a human-rights advocate his entire adult lifre.
Aditya Roy Jul 2020
If we as human beings are meant to bring reason
Bring water out of stone
Create fame from fortune
Then, what comes next
Probably, the study of relevant subjects
That entice us, but, what do we crave
Many of us wonder, if we want a happy ending
Honestly, we want to have an ending
The story should end, even if it not be remembered
In that sense, we are truly capable of reasoning
As reasoning requires to reject the praise and goodwill of others
For a purposeful end
If we shall truly reason, we cannot let our beliefs sway
Let alone be moved by the storm of emotion or doubt
If our mind is a sail boat, let it find it's way
On a vast ocean of rationalism
However, we will always question our own self
Seldom, trusting the route
If trusting the wind
Is faith
Reason is having trust
In your sails, as the wind may come to a calm halt someday
That is God's will, perhaps.
Exploring my ideas on God, since, I do not believe in a superhuman. I do believe unchanging reasoning skills can bring us close to each other and inventiveness. How will we innovate without understanding the future prospects?
Catnip Lily Jun 2020
The colours of emotions
Was it a deceit?
Alas! Could it be egoism?
Which was yours?
Black Yellow White
A separate sensations that cannot be mixed
Consumed by confusion, it engulfed me with a silent sadness.
Being deceived can caused the other party to suffer. Egoism would lessen pain for the victim, but with these two opposite traits, a relationship may fall beyond repair..
onlylovepoetry Jun 2020
on account of you:

she says: do you know you often smile when, day dream dozing?

me says: on account of you

she says: c’mon sweet talking man, ain’t gonna fall for that hooey!

me says: hooey, phooey, on account of you

she says: nah, you writing poetry, no fooling me no more!

me says: on account of you

she says: I bet you got one of your girl friends singing to you, through
those wireless earbuds, doncha? who is it this time? a Sara or Joni?


me says: on account of you.

she says: you think big shot, you can multitask b.s. me? doing three things
at the same time!


me says: on account of you

she says: on account of you, I’m seriously ******, you don’t tell me anymore
sweet lies and alibis, probably writing an ode to one of your poetry gf babes!


me says: on account of you, can’t count no more, how many love poems in my lifetime written, and this one too, going out to you, charged to my tab, you babe,
are my account, my accountant, my accounting....
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