#herbert - Hello Poetry

"...There are presumably images in the experience of lower animals...They have not that future and past which gives them, so to speak, any rights as such..." -- George Herbert Mead. Lower being a term relative to concepts like the limbs of trees or the position in a list, only a careful, philosophical assessment was capable of blooming as a flower from the starfish to the stars. The past was an increment creating a (perfected, preferred) series of growths unfolding by the propagation of a (blueprint, dream). The dreams quantized ideology to make the receptivity and the discoveries made by grape hyacinths or hardy grass. [ d _ cos ln d ( g , h ) P ( t ) ] = { [ tau n ( u ) d I ] / ( d e ) } : int F ( B ) d I = dfn q ( r ) d r . Best liked was the colorful effect of self enthusiasm, bringing shade, from the darkness to the twilight, of the trees. Yet, the animals had learned to grow claws and legs. Were the birds not learning to fly? Striving brought a weight of labor, the years were fading into prehistory. Predestiny had been a decision by tulips. Disturbances had been required to bring evolution. Insects were living a fantasy with flowers. This looked across to obscurity. Those hidden were not like those dancing.

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Jul 21, 2014

Jul 21, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC

doctor-baron-joseph-uphoff

Powerful Rights As Aptitudes

"...There are presumably images in the experience of lower animals...They have not that future and past which gives them, so to speak, any rights as such..." -- George Herbert Mead. Lower being a term relative to concepts like the limbs of trees or the position in a list, only a careful, philosophical assessment was capable of blooming as a flower from the starfish to the stars. The past was an increment creating a (perfected, preferred) series of growths unfolding by the propagation of a (blueprint, dream). The dreams quantized ideology to make the receptivity and the discoveries made by grape hyacinths or hardy grass. [ d _ cos ln d ( g , h ) P ( t ) ] = { [ tau n ( u ) d I ] / ( d e ) } : int F ( B ) d I = dfn q ( r ) d r . Best liked was the colorful effect of self enthusiasm, bringing shade, from the darkness to the twilight, of the trees. Yet, the animals had learned to grow claws and legs. Were the birds not learning to fly? Striving brought a weight of labor, the years were fading into prehistory. Predestiny had been a decision by tulips. Disturbances had been required to bring evolution. Insects were living a fantasy with flowers. This looked across to obscurity. Those hidden were not like those dancing.

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The Holy Bible, th'historie of man, And God and man, and God as man on earth; The true account of how the world began; The treasure mapp that leades to love and mirth; The looking glasse wherein is seene the faire Image of God, and all mans ugly sinnes; The written word of God for ev'ry heir Of saving grace who runnes the race and winnes; The booke of lyfe writ in my Saviours bloud, Dictated by the Spirits whisper'd breath; The foil for ev'ry curse; the cure for death; The greatest booke about the greatest good; The pasture for the sheepe; the sheepefold rod; Manna from heav'n; the ladder up to God.

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Jan 31, 2022

Jan 31, 2022 at 2:21 PM UTC

Christian

The Holy Bible

The Holy Bible, th'historie of man, And God and man, and God as man on earth; The true account of how the world began; The treasure mapp that leades to love and mirth; The looking glasse wherein is seene the faire Image of God, and all mans ugly sinnes; The written word of God for ev'ry heir Of saving grace who runnes the race and winnes; The booke of lyfe writ in my Saviours bloud, Dictated by the Spirits whisper'd breath; The foil for ev'ry curse; the cure for death; The greatest booke about the greatest good; The pasture for the sheepe; the sheepefold rod; Manna from heav'n; the ladder up to God.

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The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve But a reality to experience it A process that cannot be understood by stopping it We must move with the flow of the process We must join it We must flow with it Let go...

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May 15, 2022

May 15, 2022 at 9:20 AM UTC

pluto-3

EXIstenTial crisis

The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve But a reality to experience it A process that cannot be understood by stopping it We must move with the flow of the process We must join it We must flow with it Let go...

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Es ist sonnig Es regnet, es donnert Es ist Herbst Vom Aufwachen bis zum Schlafen. Die Blätter sind trocken und passiv Und die toten und inaktiven Blumen Später liegt Schnee Die Nachbarn des Gasthauses Sehen das vorbeiziehende Reh Den ganzen heiligen Tag Und den ganzen Abend Wir spüren, wie sich die Nerven verändern Zur Begrüßung der neuen Saison Wo wir noch weit von der Ernte entfernt sind. Man hört es schon von weitem Der Wind, der im Heu summt Vibrationen sind nicht monoton Denn die Kolibris der Hügel Machen ihre spektakuläre Präsenz spürbar Und die Dichter beschreiben mit Imaginären Gärten alles, was passiert In dem Land, in dem die Massen Gefühllos und ignorant bleiben Und wo korrupte gewählte Beamte prahlen. Es ist sonnig Es regnet, es donnert Es ist Herbst Vom Aufwachen bis zum Schlafen. P.S. Übersetzung von „The Ancient Canticles Of Autumn“. Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, Alle Rechte vorbehalten Hébert Logerie ist Autor mehrerer Gedichtbände.

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Nov 25, 2024

Nov 25, 2024 at 3:26 PM UTC

60Etncelles60

Die Alten Lieder Des Herbstes

Es ist sonnig Es regnet, es donnert Es ist Herbst Vom Aufwachen bis zum Schlafen. Die Blätter sind trocken und passiv Und die toten und inaktiven Blumen Später liegt Schnee Die Nachbarn des Gasthauses Sehen das vorbeiziehende Reh Den ganzen heiligen Tag Und den ganzen Abend Wir spüren, wie sich die Nerven verändern Zur Begrüßung der neuen Saison Wo wir noch weit von der Ernte entfernt sind. Man hört es schon von weitem Der Wind, der im Heu summt Vibrationen sind nicht monoton Denn die Kolibris der Hügel Machen ihre spektakuläre Präsenz spürbar Und die Dichter beschreiben mit Imaginären Gärten alles, was passiert In dem Land, in dem die Massen Gefühllos und ignorant bleiben Und wo korrupte gewählte Beamte prahlen. Es ist sonnig Es regnet, es donnert Es ist Herbst Vom Aufwachen bis zum Schlafen. P.S. Übersetzung von „The Ancient Canticles Of Autumn“. Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, Alle Rechte vorbehalten Hébert Logerie ist Autor mehrerer Gedichtbände.

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