#sum
of what would we write?
of ourselves,
of/to
each other,
would that be sufficient?
cannot imagine the
absence of these essences?
that reassures
our places in the universe,
gifts to us each,
to preach hallelujah
rue that day,
and your only choice
of smiling or crying,
or both,
for the world’s clothing
is an invitation to
begin creating
Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 9:35 AM UTC
Cogito, ergo sum
But what do I think?
And what, pray tell,
What effect does this have
On my being?
If what I constitute
Is alone, based on action,
Based on thought
What can we say of man today?
Jun 7, 2023
Jun 7, 2023 at 2:56 PM UTC
I think, therefore I am.
(5) the possible poems lurk about, here a title,
there a verse without a home, and, despite
cogitating brings no fusion, no unity or home
heading, where the sigh of conjoining both
brings mental ******** organic relief, worth.
(6) the temperature now cool regularity, enough that
a distinctive line crossed, setting from Cool to Heat,
an inflection point of persona, weather, aging,
daytime whispers can no long be avoided,
a choral crescendo, delayed by lazy summer illusions
that permitted us to put off abnormal life as normal.
(7) I think, therefore I am, but I do not feel,
sufficiently, therefore I write a title here,
verse there, but no poem completes because,
as I update my list of people I worry about, I am,
ineffectively yours, lacking answers for you, in all
our present tenses, some of you are on it, even if no notification
sent, selfishly pondering if my name appears on someones list
*ah, these miscarriages of miscellaneous mumbles don’t
qualify as worthwhile, so I pre-apologize for wasting your time
trying, pushing myself to go from thinking, of you, so, therefore
you exist, but if I cannot give you the feelings deserved, then,
what good am I?*
conundrum.
11:26 AM Sat Oct 10
2020
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 11:39 AM UTC
APHORISM XXXII
If you add all the numbers in infinity, the sum will be 1.
Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 6:47 PM UTC
like those moments in harmony
when i say "you drive" and
you say "i drive"
and the universe
concurs that the
one of us
will tip our head back and
the other one
of us will clench the wheel--
wherein both parties reap the
spoils of our little zero-sum game
because i get to leave the ground
_"don't stop"_
kicking up gravel with the heels of the rubber and
you get to feel the earth
_"let me go"_
leaving acrid smoke and burning metal
and then, there, that somewhere in the middle i win and you win and the windows close us back up against the cold whiplash
of sand and air
and the sums cancel out like they
_always, always have._
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 12:16 AM UTC
I'm an equation
that no one added up to.
But you where one
that multiplied the meaning
of what it was to love.
Never taking way from life,
you where my equal.
We where a sum of parts
that made sense.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 7:50 AM UTC
I learn, therefore I have been.
I think, therefore I am.
I believe, therefore I will be.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
the first time i heard the words
"greater than the sum of its parts"
my mind drifted to you, of course
because of your shattered soul and misplaced mind
always too much or not enough
of everything.
but soon the branches starting
tap tap tapping
at my window, owls waking me up
to whisper your secrets in my ears.
the first time you looked at me with your cerulean eyes
and made me a promise you soon broke,
i eagerly forgave you,
for i could not resist the sugar trickling off your words.
then it happened a second time, a third
a fourth
a fifth
and now, i can't remember what it's like for you to
actually make promises you'll keep.
the owls visited me last night and
with their words, it was the first time i thought that
maybe your whole is
less than the sum of your parts.
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC
this former guttersnipe doth harbor no ill will
while lain in the gutter of this conventional ville
where some insomniacs take nigh quill
your plea 4 money, but a confession
that my life like a bitter pill
shape n size like n opal battling uphill
monetary resources nil
yet surges of imaginative days with hew fill
me jet throw toll aqua lung gill
lug gin islands n tandem with my mind till
death dew eye part, but social security disability
just barely amp pull - this no pitiful poetic swill.
at this juncture
my self confidence fuels me with greater skill
2 take risks, such as reach out n smooth over
ruffled n ridged feathers emanating
from sputter ring unthinkingly sans my virtual quill
i.e. emails n such prods awareness
2 maximize opportunities that could fill
a void - specifically a marriage bereft of compatibility -
n figuratively i jumped in2 this drama OUT of desperation
years ago when hot n ***** pangs would not chill
plus my then living mother n now octogenarian
widower father raged against me, their sole
soul less son, who daily they did flip their grill.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
Sum this all up: mind
zeroing in on that you
can't be zeroed out.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
The anger within
can only begin
with the fear
of going out
of ones
way.
One wants it all,
choose misery over
making up for,
and apologies refused
is how loved ones
ruin their
day.
Anger is like an infant
in our frontal lobe
being attended and
controlled.
Anger has its way
of finding to be
stashed when we become
old.
Fear is inside and
anger lets its way out.
Flies like the
bees stinging when
they are not what
it is all
about.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
I .. n...ing
m..e t..n ...
..m
o. .. o.n
M....ng
p..ts
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC