
“Creation of Man” by Michelangelo – Sistine Chapel
by grace of God
I live and breathe
how well or ill
He leaves to me
From my book Bohemian Scents
“Creation of Man” by Michelangelo – Sistine Chapel
by grace of God
I live and breathe
how well or ill
He leaves to me
From my book Bohemian Scents
“The Thinker” by Christian Hook
(Regarding Arthur Schopenhauer)
the world is but illusion
your experience unreal
behaviors objectify will
emphatically suffering
life as irrational product
sufficient of reason but
lacking of genius unblest
save the rarest of men
whose sheer motive of will
drowns in overabundance
of intellect suitably freed
from all place-in-time cause
flooding skillsets enabling
aesthetic contemplation
this singular atheist born
with unique inclination
to kneel before gods both
Vedantic and Christian
From my book Pieces of Wine
“Realization of the Self” by Blake Hughes
it must have passed him by
that moment of greatness
a lifetime of waiting
for something astonishing
something that never would happen
how sad is that lifetime unlived
so much waste in the waiting
the pitiful longing
for some nonexistent arcane
remote source of self-worth
all the time unacquainted
with manifest wherewithal
held in his own two good hands
all the genuine greatness
no more than a matter of mind
an authentic assertion of will
whose reward guarantees
a deep quiet contentment
“Perspectives of Mind” by Agsandrew
freedom conceived
is organic assertion
liberty its womb
intellectual creature
rational prey of dogma
“Fall of Lucifer” by Aad Nicolaas
choose your angel
black wing or white
a life willfully led
to profane or
exalted experience
notions Aquinas
and Augustine
struggled to bridge
the dichotomy
marked by the
mutual rejection
of pure possibility
and destined necessity
even the ancient
academy wrestled
with postulates
plotted by the mind
of the Stagirite*
formal and material
of internal cause
or efficient and final
of external cause
giving every philosopher
down through millennia
choice of a shelter
from perpetual
rainstorms of
human behavior
believe it or not
be you deist or atheist
angels exist who will
force and compel
or assist and suggest
your own choice
of a personal journey
the choice being
ever and always
a matter of faith
*(the Stagirite was Aristotle)
The Creation of Man by Michelangelo Sistine Chapel
by grace of God
I live and breathe
how well or ill
He leaves to me
“Into the Light” by Theresa Paden
(This was my first attempt at a Villanelle about 5 years ago.)
Right and Wrong simply will not remain still
Judgment is stripped of its power to sway
When we deny we possess a Free Will
Conscience will stiffen in cold Logic chill
Scruples will suffer disuse and decay
Right and Wrong simply will not remain still
Virtue will slip from its perch on the hill
No more will Merit substantiate pay
When we deny we possess a Free Will
Urges want no Moral tempering skill
Choice bears no Consequence, no need to pray
Right and Wrong simply will not remain still
God and Soul artifacts of the mind’s mill
Ethics will no longer stand in our way
When we deny we possess a Free Will
Wages of Sin present no further bill
Crime a dead concept, no Law to obey
Right and Wrong simply will not remain still
When we deny we possess a Free Will
“Rain on My Window” by Arinda Foxglove
why do some raindrops
race down the windowglass
hurrying straight
to their death
on the sill
while others crawl crookedly
changing direction
from hesitant pauses
unsure of themselves
and their fate
why do some raindrops
travel their journey
alone and untouched
by love or by hate
while others collide
in mutual acts
of pointless destruction
or nudge and embrace
in brief conjugal blending
of fluids with partners
becoming the fuller and better
how do some raindrops
apply their free will
do they follow some signal
from colors that swim
in their domed iridescence
or is it the window
through which they can see
and then mimic
or more wisely learn from
the choices I made
on my own slide down my side
of life’s pane of glass
sunspots and solar flares
cold humors hot tempers
the split personalities
worn by colossus
resplendent in fiery aureole
witness of human events
bearing light upon history
leaving no secrets to men
all deceptions divulged
truth the everlast cargo
conveyed cross the skies
in his golden wheeled chariot
giving from morning to night
affidavits of testament
keeping the gods well informed
of weak progress strong pain
that attends the imperfect
performance of mortal free will
summer was the season of creation
tree of life in full bloom
tree of knowledge hung ripe
with unharvested fruit
shining sword-blade of sun fire
arming a fatherly voice stern
concerned and with caution
forbidding the yield to temptation
a warning that gifts of free will
harbor powers of promise and peril
that very dichotomy forming the
weakness inherent in strength
weakness more than sufficient
a crack in what soon would become
human protean nature admitting of
purposeful entry and exploit
by serpentine logic and lure
thus did the first of us fall
from their heavenly succor
succumbing to slither and snare
where they suffered the death
of their spirits incurring the
costly genetic imperative
sentence of simple mortality
Writer Lynne Sargent
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