Philosophical Poems
Rocks: Collaborative Poems 2009
by Rudra Kinshuk
ROCKS: CO_OPERATIVE POEMS
By
KAMALIKA MITRA
RUDRA KINSHUK
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Scapegoat
by Sharon Morgan
I have a great friend
Who bears every single brunt of mine
I have a great friend
Who takes responsibility
For my poor decision making
And when it is easier for me
Not to have to explain
My great friend is there to take the blame.
I have a great friend
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Laying in the mud
by Mario Odekerken
Laying in the mud,
the weight of the sky presses down
through the soaked air,
through the damp smell of earth and rot.
My fingers disappear beneath the surface-
not lost,just swallowed,
held by the cold patience of the ground.
There is no hurry here,
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Quill on a ragged paper
by Amey Dalvi
Quill on a ragged paper what's your will,
Past ones waging wars and famines raging to kill,
In time's ensemble all actors paid on an interim, yet I think,
Immortal seem the words of a quill soaked in ink...
.
Quill on a ragged paper who's your kin,
Thirst for wisdom or shattering mind's margin,
Sorrows bought to light or corrupting brains as a blight,
All done by the stroke of a lone quill...
.
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Reject the world
by Jupiters Angel
This isn't for everyone.
For those who can understand.
Reject the world.
Go about your business.
Educate yourself.
Don't choose materialism but live according to your needs.
Love your parents.
It's not hatred but rejection of the world.
The rewards are immense.
The freedom from all the world's pressure will lift.
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Where the river meets the sky
by Mario Odekerken
There is a place
where the river forgets its name,
where it stretches upward
not to escape,
but to become.
The current does not argue
with the pull of the clouds.
It simply moves-
wider,slower-
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Laying in the mud
by Mario Odekerken
Laying in the mud,
the weight of the sky presses down
through the soaked air,
through the damp smell of earth and rot.
My fingers disappear beneath the surface-
not lost,just swallowed,
held by the cold patience of the ground.
There is no hurry here,
......
Heartbeat as Compass
by Mario Odekerken
Heartbeat as compass,
guides me through the unseen path,
soft pulse of the soul,
trusting what the eyes can't see,
held by silence, not by fear.
Hartslag als Kompas
by Mario Odekerken
Hartslag als kompas,
leidt mij door mist en verlangen,
geen weg is te stil.
In vertrouwen schuilt de kracht
di mij naar huis doet keren.
Geborgen in het onzegbare 02
by Mario Odekerken
Zelfloos overgaan,
niet verloren,niet behouden,
en toch heel aanwezig.
Het licht heeft geen stem nodig,
om mijn schaduw te verstaan.
