Second hand, programmed thoughts, on the word-go-round. In deep need of transcending modernity to a height where words are rarefied rather than old ways being fortified.
We're programmed by whatever our culture and experiences are. I guess you could call us automatons to that point, but there comes a point where we are above what we were programmed for. If our words are valid, then perhaps we can become our own people. I don't know if we will ever be free of our culture though. Culture promotes certain values which are necessary for survival. I could go on with this and see if it makes sense, but I guess I better leave it to the professionals. I enjoyed this Jude. Bob
So many poetic constructs to deconstruct,
or do I leave them as they are and simple enjoy the wonder of them?
Better to leave them alone and hope they will reinvent themselves
in my mind.
Hey Jude,
I am not getting notifications of all of my favorites when they post.
I didn't know you had posted. I can feel a sense of organized thoughts at a methodical pace. You always tell your readers such deep powerful thoughts through your keen mind and heart.
I know you are sending many messages but the one that hits home with me is:
a book yet written
a dream weaving itself
we now stand undaunted by distant storms
or blinded by the sun glowing o so strong
This speaks volumes to me!
Thank you for letting us peak into your mind and heart.
Peace, light and love,
Amber
I mark your return with joy Jude. There are many messages in this poem that warrant attention. Thank you for penning it and sharing with me. May peace and love be always with you my friend. Jon Michael
Wisdom teaches us that the only voice we must listen to, the only true guide we actually have and the holder of all the knowledge is the one within. That which settles within the spin of all that goes on around us is set to push us from our balance and the inherent knowledge that we each already possess. Well done, Jude. Once again, a very meaty offering.
words have been manipulated and mis-construed throughout history. Actions behind the words seem to create the final image. Let's hope the tinsel of our thoughts dangling on the edge have guts.
Challenge for those of us not smart enough to figure it out, but I get the fools rhetoric part all too well...even here on the den we have our own fools...good to see you write every so often, Bob...-e-
Eloquently stated, you captured the writer's mindset perfectly. I relish those times the symbolic saliva roams within my jowls once I get past my own foolish rhetoric. That is why it takes me so long to produce a single manuscript page. As you put it, I'm busy recreating my own destruction.
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Thank you
Elga
It's great to return to ADen and read words that make me pause and think deeply. You always add that flavor for me. Well done!!!
...Michael
Very interesting write jude,
Enjoyed
Teresa
peace be with you
Merry Christmas
William
Quite wonderful and creative poetry.
Lady Mary Ann
or do I leave them as they are and simple enjoy the wonder of them?
Better to leave them alone and hope they will reinvent themselves
in my mind.
I am not getting notifications of all of my favorites when they post.
I didn't know you had posted. I can feel a sense of organized thoughts at a methodical pace. You always tell your readers such deep powerful thoughts through your keen mind and heart.
I know you are sending many messages but the one that hits home with me is:
a book yet written
a dream weaving itself
we now stand undaunted by distant storms
or blinded by the sun glowing o so strong
This speaks volumes to me!
Thank you for letting us peak into your mind and heart.
Peace, light and love,
Amber
As always: well done
Your poems are always a challenge and I like your posting them again.
Ron
but we have to first get past the fool’s rhetoric
Far too much of that being babbled all about today.
Regis
Love ya!
Jane
You aced this, and poetically so!