"divergences" poems - Hello Poetry

from these rays brilliant at sunrise and sunset from holes in low clouds below the horizon emerging we learn they are really parallel.. only our perspective makes them diverge.. what of our lives many divergences we see separations and frags.. might we change our perspective..? might we wish to do that..?

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Aug 21, 2012

Aug 21, 2012 at 11:49 PM UTC

charlesc

crepuscular rays

from these rays brilliant at sunrise and sunset from holes in low clouds below the horizon emerging we learn they are really parallel.. only our perspective makes them diverge.. what of our lives many divergences we see separations and frags.. might we change our perspective..? might we wish to do that..?

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All I do, all I am has a toll attached to it, Every time I wake up Waiting around are my taxes, I will pay my taxes Taxes of rumors and gossip I will pay for my public persona. Taxes of misunderstandings, divergences and sporadic frustration I will happily pay for my happiest of relationships, I will pay my taxes. Taxes of theft I will grudgingly pay from my vast wealth and abundance I will pay taxes of generosity and philanthropy, I have argued with my taxes, disagreed with them, I found that trying to escape my taxes is but vanity, a chase after the winds I will pay my taxes and enjoy the fruits of what I get to keep, I will pay my taxes.

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May 4, 2020

May 4, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC

amimo-matete

I will pay my taxes

All I do, all I am has a toll attached to it, Every time I wake up Waiting around are my taxes, I will pay my taxes Taxes of rumors and gossip I will pay for my public persona. Taxes of misunderstandings, divergences and sporadic frustration I will happily pay for my happiest of relationships, I will pay my taxes. Taxes of theft I will grudgingly pay from my vast wealth and abundance I will pay taxes of generosity and philanthropy, I have argued with my taxes, disagreed with them, I found that trying to escape my taxes is but vanity, a chase after the winds I will pay my taxes and enjoy the fruits of what I get to keep, I will pay my taxes.

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Of course machines can't Think as people do. A Machine is different from a Person. Hence, they think Differently. The interesting Question is, just because Something, uh.. Thinks Differently from you, does That mean it's not thinking? Well, we allow for humans To have such divergences From one another. You Like strawberries, I hate ice- Skating, you cry at sad Films, I am allergic to Pollen. What is the point Of...of... Different tastes, Different... Preferences, if Not, to say that our brains Work differently, that we Think differently? And if we Can say that about one Another, then why can't we Say the same thing for Brains... Built of copper and Wire, steel? Who ever has not seen this movie, I strongly recommend you check it out.

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Apr 12, 2015

Apr 12, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC

meghan-makenzie

The Imitation Game

Of course machines can't Think as people do. A Machine is different from a Person. Hence, they think Differently. The interesting Question is, just because Something, uh.. Thinks Differently from you, does That mean it's not thinking? Well, we allow for humans To have such divergences From one another. You Like strawberries, I hate ice- Skating, you cry at sad Films, I am allergic to Pollen. What is the point Of...of... Different tastes, Different... Preferences, if Not, to say that our brains Work differently, that we Think differently? And if we Can say that about one Another, then why can't we Say the same thing for Brains... Built of copper and Wire, steel? Who ever has not seen this movie, I strongly recommend you check it out.

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In that dingy room, There is a smell of dust, And smoke, Many unborn notings vie for attention, In thousands of files mingled with dust, Decisions creeping for attention, Decisions await confirmation, Classifications, Discussions and Divergences, May some day, Converge(to the bewildered few), To some decision(?), One has been taken today, "Put up these files Tomorrow".

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Jul 22, 2015

Jul 22, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC

ramesh-kumar-mendiratta

A Boring decision

In that dingy room, There is a smell of dust, And smoke, Many unborn notings vie for attention, In thousands of files mingled with dust, Decisions creeping for attention, Decisions await confirmation, Classifications, Discussions and Divergences, May some day, Converge(to the bewildered few), To some decision(?), One has been taken today, "Put up these files Tomorrow".

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