"sophists" poems
What a misfortune, although you are made
for fine and great works
this unjust fate of yours always
denies you encouragement and success;
that base customs should block you;
and pettiness and indifference.
And how terrible the day when you yield
(the day when you give up and yield),
and you leave on foot for Susa,
and you go to the monarch Artaxerxes
who favorably places you in his court,
and offers you satrapies and the like.
And you accept them with despair
these things that you do not want.
Your soul seeks other things, weeps for other things;
the praise of the public and the Sophists,
the hard-won and inestimable Well Done;
the Agora, the Theater, and the Laurels.
How can Artaxerxes give you these,
where will you find these in a satrapy;
and what life can you live without these.
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PHAEDRUS WHERE ARE YOU NOW? WITH GREY LOCKS
AND LUCID MINDSET WHICH THE CRADLE ROCKS,
WE KNOW YOU, LISTEN TO YOUR TREATISE DREAM,
WHICH CAN NOT BE MET BY NOTHING AS IT SEEM;
PLATO MADE YOU CRAWL WITH TRUMPETS BLAZI NG,
LEFT YOU SPEECHLESS, STARING, ONLY GAZING
AT WHAT WAS NOT THERE, GONE LIKE A LOST SONG,
NOUGHT WAS THE SAME SINCE YOU CAME ALONG,
AN AGEING INCUBUS WITH LITTLE TO ACHIEVE,
YOU WOULD HAVE US ALL JUST WANTING TO BELIEVE,
THE SOPHISTS WERE ALWAYS RIGHT BUT YOU WERE WRONG,
ABOUT THINKING, ABOUT LIVING, ABOUT ANYTHING;
THE CLASS LEFT FOR THE DAY HAPPY AT DEPRESSION,
THERE WAS NOTHING BETTER THAN LISTENING TO YOUR LESSON.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
I don’t like knowing
that there’s a YouTube
channel out there for
gun-nuts called “The Warrior Poets”.
I’ve looked at some the videos.
None of them have anything to do
with poetry.
I guess that’s okay,
but,
I still don’t have to like it,
so I don’t.
It does give me a reason
to write down the fact that
I believe that I,
in fact,
am a warrior-poet.
My friends are too.
John, Hans, Larry, Kristopher,
and Josh…
We’re a gang.
We’re a conclave,
a klatch of bare-knuckle
sophists, street-wise surgeons
of verse drunk on our own power.
Beautiful bruises,
pooled blood,
split-lipped
ripped pages
broken pens
shattered lenses.
We’re the dogs of war.
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-JBClaywell
© P&Z Publications 2019
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 5:14 PM UTC
I'll tell you why I don't deserve to win
because I really don't deserve to win
I am the alpha and omega of failure
seriously
because if I've won, it means that someone, who was actually supposed to win,
didn't
If you think that I am the king of losers then you are wrong
I lose even there
it's true, losers have champions
I'm not one of them
I am the key to my downfall
when clouds in summer pass by over head, it only rains on me
even in the company of others with me
this is the glory of my being,
to deposit checks only to watch them bounce
do not grow sympathetic towards my words,
the fallacies of sophists are all the fad these days
my poetry is quite literally a fluke,
meant to soothe the boorish eyes and ears
of those who don't know better
simply, a child's rant to whoever is listening
A tantrum unchecked
fodder for credulous cattle,
you will not buy
my victory here would mean my destruction
most certainly, the heartbreak of someone who has hoped for the opposite
I, the tragic son of fate and loss, am destined to wed grief
I beg you to see truth,
not reason
for if I deserve to lose and I don't, then let me win so I don't.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC
Stupidly genius, moronic and shrewd people eat their fast food on fine China
Failing is vertical, errors are slander
Their gross insults impacting easy digestion
Hyperbole falsehood messiah
Piercingly silent and ardently soft people keep their opinions on fences
Insults are weaponry not to be yielded
Their platitudes cradling fragile personas
Perversely destructive defences
Classically learned and bookishly rich people carry their privilege with kindness
Science is built with colonial scaffolds
Their method constraining all true innovation
Parochial qualified blindness
Shockingly worthy and recklessly small people polish their boots with lead solder
Gravity holding them grounded and upright
Their bootlaces impacting aerodynamics
Inferior sturdy upholder
Gallantly serving and fearlessly trained people douse the political embers
Fire escape blocked with hobnails and lumber
Their pickaxes caught in the thick poison ivy
Nugatory self-rule defenders
The silent, the learned, the worthy, the trained people trade voyeurism for vision
Hologram values are no longer trump cards
Their gazes averted from hate-dripping sophists
Integrity first coalition
Aug 15, 2024
Aug 15, 2024 at 4:53 AM UTC
sophists got empire
under
an eternal shower
of frost ice
the tired centaurs
continue to opinion
and fear their instruct
useless, ineffective
is near over
jimmy tee
Monday, October 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC
Lamb and sheep
lay side by side
and goes
the earth below.
Awake at rise
of sun and skies
because
they do not know.
That men do fight
and **** and thrive
on blood
of other men.
Of food and life,
of grief and strive,
no yield
nor without bend.
Through hills and lakes
the nocturnes sound
and still
knowledge eludes.
Or do they lie,
not with their mouths,
because
they know the Truth.
For they will live,
and we will die;
Cattle,
their keep alive.
And so they sleep,
stories they tell
themselves
in bleat and baa.
They do not speak
of what they can’t,
how true
can sophists be.
For with the sheep
and lamb we lie,
we lie
to keep alive.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
Under this beaten skin
I can see a newer blueprint
Waiting for the ashes
Waiting some more crashes
To wear a new face when it win
They say easy come and easy go
But I think it can't be real, tho
I saw some decent public man in a game show
And if karma is a ***** should we stop to vote?
I am going away with a new disguise
I am warning my friends before someone dies
But the purple drank don't let they realize
We can't trust anyone behind a ******* tie
'cause they are faking and smuggling 'till the Nobel Prize
I see some fake-ass sophists at the morning show
Droping mind over mind like a domino
They could shave up their ***** to look like Foucault
And keep their cynical smile while everyone blows
The comedians were our source of truth
Now they're offering jokes for a pair of fancy shoes
People used to have band shirts, now they have tattoos
We were brilliant, now we are just turning screws
I am going away with a new disguise
I am warning my friends before someone dies
But the purple drank don't let they realize
We can't trust anyone behind a ******* tie
'cause they are faking and smuggling 'till the Nobel Prize
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC
In this entire world there is none to be trustworthy
Near, dear ones are chained in their vested interests
Every move is calculated to take all fruit of the tree
Internally hypocrites portray externally the sophists
Trust is a that rare commodity sold on need to fulfill
Personal desires fully covered with just lust and greed
Honesty is taken to the altar time and again is to ****
Every relation is of need which in hatred brings bread
Human have many faces of animals hidden in cover
Their so called innocence is covered under the lust
Throughout ones life one is never ever but to discover
Because eyes are ***** and hearts are in complete dust
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC
well, sure, philosophers argue against the sophists,
or what they deem: the art of rhetoric,
the act of speaking persuasively -
and that's grand, it really is... but then
some sophist comes along, say antiphon,
and he says: i have an argument against
the anti-rhetoric of philosophers,
i have an answer against thinkers.
a sophist's argument against philosophers is tiny,
like an atom, it's tiny, because it's but a single word;
now words are atoms, and letters aren't,
in the same way that chemists see elements
as if atoms, and do not go beyond Fe (iron), Pb (lead),
Xe (xeron) N (nitrogen) -
because then their main endeavour is lost,
as would be the case in metallurgy -
i.e. there's nothing practical to do with the concept
atom in their field; given the chemical alphabet of
concerns and mandible parts is based on the system of
elements -
e.g. a + b + e + g + i = being
alt. c + h + o (quantity of each) = ethanol (2c, 6h, 1o);
oh i'm pretty sure sophists have an argument against
philosophers, because what that argument is?
a fucking thesaurus;
that's what i've noticed philosophers do,
they engage in applying thesaurus rex in their
rhetoric... a sophist would apply rhetoric to mean one
thing, but actually another, which is called subversion
rather than rhetoric...
he'll say one thing, but mean another, that's beyond
rhetoric, that's subversion -
that's how sophistry evolved over the years,
rhetoric (a), sure, but "rhetoric" (b)? that's the art of subverting
your eloquence at a persuasive argument;
which leads into: **** sapiens? really? such a thing exists?
i'm inclined into **** schizoi* - a split man,
a multiplication of gemini.
but why philosophers and a ****** thesaurus?
well, they're using a rhetorical approach based on that ****** book,
they're juggling their arguments via synonyms,
they're not exactly genius alchemists in that respect,
first they say concept, then they say idea, then they might
say inspiration, or they then might say idealisation,
and then they go bonkers and say talk about a chair,
and say: chairness or chairiness
they go beyond standard adjectives -
and given that, look at the close proximity of what they're
trying to say, and the nearest possible "puzzle", like the word:
cheeriness;
cheer, chair, cherry!
trying to expand on the word chair can be
rather misguiding, considering you can very literally have oak,
and that's it!
there really have to be literal cul de sac
moments in philosophy, where a proper use of coherent language
can become manifest; which alligns itself with the zeitgeist
debacle of "proper" pronoun usage.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC
Pakistan ,Land of Pure
A bouquet of very many ethnic flowers
With their sincerity hospitality and morality
With their high claims like high towers
A blend of people from the village and city
Land of lovers,sophists and the saints
Right from Siachin down to the hot desert
What a wonderful picture but it paints
Austerity,solidarity and peace to be alert
Against every heinous crime ***** design
Of all those who carry hatred and contempt
Strength of faith makes them but to define
Their way of life makes them to but exempt
Beautiful valleys and wonderful mountains
Make it more beautiful as tourist attraction
Water flows from natural sprinkling fountains
To dominate the scenario but in every section
Pakistan is the land of clean and pure to see
Its my heart and my heart beat to but swing
As a solider of the land I would but defend thee
It isa chain of love bond from string to string
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2018 Golden Glow
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 6:47 AM UTC
i am a heidegger apologist, in all honesty: i revere him;
and what could possibly be the reason?
his reverence of poetry.
in accordance with ezra - i too revere the art-form equally:
in that i do not engage, in what, could be easily equated
as sophistry; by saying that, what do i mean?
i am a practitioner of only one technique -
bound to the seemingly never ageing, the truly never discarded
homer: in that, the same amulet of j. joyce's ulysses.
hence, i am no believer in the talk of a protagoras of abdera,
or a hippias of elis -
in that guise of sophistry we do
encounter infantile poetry: a care for pun, a care for imagery,
a care for metaphor; reference points that can easily
take prestige in the colloquial.
thus onto the prime point of reference
with regard to: on reverence; NARRATIVE.
- and indeed that is the only technique i value
- it is that and, the very technical conceptualißations
as thus staged, as i have already said, punctuation in words
and between words.
thus? idle chit-chat sparrow jargon cherubs of weak hearts
this scholastic care for identifiers of said art,
metaphor, pun and whatever shrouds
are in the possession of performers... sophists;
in that, the basic concept of sophistry is it not simply rhyme?
but how can this nail of a care's worth of technique,
ever compare to the hammer of narration?
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC