"maximilian" poems
before existentialism, and nietzsche in mind, philosophy was written
or spoken of accepting the socratic rigidity of words,
the rigidity of words known through
the socratic method of inquiry:
the simplest of questions imposed on
the meaning of words; e.g. what is virtue?
but with existentialism this old method
of inquiry, the poised posing bewilderment
lost its quality, in that the new method of
inquiry was given to stress not a method
of questioning but that of ambiguity,
even though this new method that simply
said the reverse of what is virtue as
the preservation of a narrative: "virtue" concedes
many variations exampled true, e.g. -
this dittoing going against - previously said /
as above - became staged against
a brick wall - since this method, the existential
method of brushing aside inquiry and entering
the realm of ambiguity was already present -
the pluralism of meaning found in certain words;
it isn't a question whether red or blue can
be ambiguous, this allocation of noun
and quality is all too pervasive - so when
an ambiguity is allowed to exercise its stressor
posit - the word in question is allocated
a verb orientation in its exercise of use and example,
further diluted by the quantity and lack of example,
and ascribed contorting
adjectivity due to the dilution of meaning: with lessened
recognition of sought out qualification to sentence
an enzymic perfection of: banker and philanthropist,
priest and maximilian kolbe, poetry and lack of envy.
even though these examples are idealistic,
they provide the obvious ambiguity already apparent,
hence the double ambiguity of opposites, ideal opposites.
in shorthand - if socrates were to come
upon reading existentialism - his questions
regarding the virtues would be bound to free floating
terms in the ditto bubbles of flimsiness of non-inquiry -
bewildered by the number of prompts to question,
there would be no necessary ambiguity to many other
terms of inactivity - such as the previously mentioned
red and blue, dog and glue, but too many, it would seem,
should a strict belief in categorising virtue as a noun
but not a verb be kept - for categorisation of such nature
only provides a linear cascade without due action
or cared for imitation - ending with the only chance of virtue
chanced and seen as an unvirtuous person
doing crossword puzzles in silence - and already
virtue's opposite is engaged in defending itself
and justifying its ills by first forcing many synonyms to
cover it in ambiguity, and asserting itself as an adjective
within a noun framework blunt: virtue v. unvirtuous
will only confiscate siamese phonetic mingling to ease the definition;
i guess that's how rhyming was born, the opposite
of alphabetical ordering: a, aardvark the violet's blue
****** a doughnut with you.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
I've never cared too much for history, found no appreciation
for it's multitude of names we commit to memorization
there's a certain friend of mine, born in 1989-
Sir Maximilian Relaxilian- and he lacked all motivation
Since the origin of time, I have traced his family line
and their genetic disposition towards supreme relaxation
He's the great great great great grandson
of the founder of vacation.
And this founder's son Clyde, well, he invented the slide
Clyde's kid brother Greg helped patent the keg.
And Greg's great grandson Snyder sold the very first recliner.
So whenever Max was challenged, troubled, bothered, or confused,
He'd recite his family tree, and use the very same excuse:
"Hereditary mutations within each generation!"
And so he sat around and slept,
But never cleaned and never swept,
Never ran, never lept,
His promises were never kept.
Maximilian never managed once to get up off his ****
too tuckered out for bowling, just too lazy to putt;
He Never traveled to the sink nor had he once bothered to think,
too coward for a shower, found no reason not to stink.
And then one super lazy afternoon a quarter after two,
Maximilian had a visitor, I promise this is true:
A tiger stood outside the door which he was too lazy to lock
as if he'd try to find the **** beneath the pile of ***** socks.
And then of course, it's no surprise he couldn't hear the kitty knock
and once you hear what happened next I guarantee you will be shocked...
The tiger tickled him
and giggled him
until his ticker stopped.
So next time you think of staying in,
instead of going out-
or complain about the effort
that it takes to leave the couch,
Or refuse to leave the sheets or venture from a cozy pouch...
just remember Maximilian Relaxilian, King of Slouch
and stay out of bed instead,
stretch your legs and use your head
then count your blessings, kiss your mother
motivate one another.
Aug 8, 2011
Aug 8, 2011 at 9:08 PM UTC
The knight strides forth to battle
In his suit of Maximilian
Sword-edges turn aside and bodkins bend
Powerless to pierce this fortress of steel
The visor veils his visage
His voice muffled within
Admirers acclaim the armor
Valor, virtue, and victory
But only she beholds
the man within the Maximilian
And her arms are his safest stronghold
His sweetest solace
Jul 8, 2022
Jul 8, 2022 at 2:08 AM UTC
Maximilian
From the first time your eyes met mine
I knew it was the real thing.
Your moist cheek on my pounding heart
My soul awakened to pure joy.
Six years later, you still touch my heart
Now just by standing tall, your blonde head
Full of intelligence, curiosity, wonder.
Maximilian-an amazing boy!
The future before you...be strong!
You know a lot for your years.
Loved ones die, baby brothers born
Fathers unhappy, then gone.
Illusions of perfection done,
We gaze within, eyes connect as one
Green on green,we sometimes see pain,yet
Remember: here there is only love, my Son.
Leslie Ann Benson
Copyright ©2008 Leslie Ann Benson
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 12:15 AM UTC
Your love hurts me. It is a love for
the unconventional story that
destroys our clichés and destroys
my heart. How can I be heartbroken
if I don’t have a heart? Take a
knife and take a life. This
conceptual artistry is no use if it
ignores and degrades another.
Trumpets and guitars flank the
avenue to your satisfaction. You
briefly travelled on mine then
stumbled back to yours when
another called you there. You’re
making me bombard myself with
question marks. You look at the
character count and think again.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
When dissonance supplants her wing
these hearts will color her sound, today
she's become maiden madness, if
Maximilian who has her refrain will eat her filet.
Whence her allure from the moon
how she can make doctrine famous as her eagle
that will enchant woods destined with her fortune.
As her first day break in November is relic
while she does rely with splendid Utopia
only found glory in her eye; amid game
where she can play under the gun
with breakneck speed that really know her best.
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC