Poetry by Brian37 (poems by an atheist)
Offline I post all over the web, but I want a back up in case my computer or one particular website goes down.
I have decided to edit this post because I do not like giving people the wrong impression. I cannot read Shakespeare to save my life. I just remember this one line from act 5 scene 5 and put my own spin on it. I've had to explain this over and over so here I decided to put that in this post so there is no more presuming what I know or don't know. But the plot of MacBeth is the old lesson, you can have everything and nothing at all at the same time. And how did all that cruelty serve you in the end? But I do not like play summeries calling him a Nihisist, because it is possible to not do what he did, and accept life as being finite, and sitll have morals without religion.
NEW EDIT 9/19/22 I got pissed at myself that I was scared to read MacBeth, so tonight, I forced myself to read it online. Now mind you, I did not understand it line for line, but basically Macbeth was an assdhole who murdered his way to the top, and did not believe the 3 witches prophcies. He murdered Duncan and had Banquo murdered. Banquo's ghost haunts Macbeth. And made the grave mistake of attacking McDuff's family and killing them(If I am reading this correctly) But Lady MacBeth has a guilty conscience and kills herself, upon finding out Macbeth basically says that life is not worth living and he should go down with a fight anyway, but refuses to fight Macduff face to face and Macduff kills him as the hero. ( I SERIOUSLY read the entire play every line, tonight. I even know where the famous line "double double, toil and trouble". comes from. The three witches, basically saying "look out Macbeth" your ass is in trouble.
So basically the moral of the play, don't be a fucking asshole when trying to get to the top, or "the bigger they are the harder they fall". Reminds me of the movie Scarface and all the shitty things Tony did to get to the top and all for not. But Sosa in that case was not a good guy either.
QUOTE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE MACBETH:"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Here is my spin on that wonderful and profound line:
Out, Out brief candle, By Brian37
To-deities, and to-gods, and to-God
Creeps in this petty tyrant from day to day
Until the extinction of humanity new ones will be invented
And all our yesterday's Gods have been created by fools
The way to tribal death. Out out brief myth
Claims are but a walking shadow, a poor reflection
That struts our narcissism upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by the credulous, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
(END)
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The Cost Of Nothing(La Cosa Nostra) By Brian37
I offer you
Protection
You accept it
Through the loyalty of faith
YOu claim
You give it willingly
Though it is nothing more
Than a shakedown
No, it is
Those prior
Who have sold
You the shakedown
The boss treats well
Those who subscribe
To the established norm
Of this "thing of ours"
But those
Who falsely see
This cosmic boss
As always kind
Racks up the bodies
Of those who dissent
Of those who question
Monopolies and racketeering
"This thing of ours"
Is willful ignorance
In our human invention
Of superstition
Our boss pays off juries
Pays off cops
Breaks the bones
Of human progress
You can be in business
But you must pay
The deadly blackmail
Your boss demands
Vacuuous loyality
To the absurd
Making you soldiers
To invisible men
Bound and stuffed
In the trunk
Reason shot dead
Left in a dump
He is your boss
He is not mine
He cannot threaten me
Or take my mind
It is an offer
I did refuse
For hollow this "thing"
And of no use
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers."Obama
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How Great Thou Art, By Brian37
How great thou art,
To let them suffer
Pestulance and famine
And wars that linger
How great thou art
Your ambiguous hands
Threaten with fear
We all be damned
The wallet is love
And you have the gun
Aimed at our heads
Refusing to give
Will make us all burn
What kindly thoughts
To frighten us
To bow to you
Because it's love?
I have a choice
This much is true
Discarding myth
Is that I value
Discard the pitchforks
And halo's due
Just like red noses
And sugarplums too
How great the farce
And fantacy
A D&D game
Deadly reality
How great thou art
To give us this orb
Full of desease
And hateful hords
I know thy name
It is not divine
Tis a creation
Of ancient minds
Thor and Isis
Marduke extinct
Their magical spells
Have the same link
How great thou arnt
And nothing new
History is full
Of claims like you
A day may come
When we Cruise by
A statue of Hubbard
Billions rely
How great thou arnt
In Genisis
You stole your story
From polytheists
Ugartic text
Is older motif
So too the flood
In Gelgimesh
Hardly original
Nor does it prove
That spirts knock up girls
Gabriel "Mary, God is in the mood".
Thot cured an eye
Long before Jesus
Rabbits and hats
Are still slight of hand
How great thou arnt
This human mind
The mental slight
Is the bind
It's fuzzys are warm
And grandious
The lure of a promise
That doesn't exist
How fake thou art
By any name
Apollo to Allah
It's all the same
It's in their heads
And all made up
The past is the present
And they don't give up
How great thou arnt
This tribalism
Leading to death
Over fiction
Magic and myth
In the span of time
Change their colors
But never decline
How great the mind
When set free
From the binds
Of mythology
(end)
I just binged my thread and this old one popped up from 08 so I decided to add it of course.
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Rancid Climate, by Brian37
The vapid storm
Of apathy
And feelings of hoplessness
Are what bullies count on
Power only assends
Through resources
And manifiests in many labels
In the form of monopolies
But it is all the same
Be the label religious
Political
Or class
But what the bullies
Can never do
Is take away speech
Or vote
I take that back
They can
Only when we
Accept helplessness
No party
No class
No religion
Difines the rights of all
Tyrany is not
When they win
Or
When we win
Tyranny is when
We fail to see
That all sectors of society
Are subject to monopoly
We can compete
Without making it
Their brand
Of competition
We have the numbers
We have
What they
Can never take from us
Racid are the slurs
Of the "outsider"
Racid is the meme
Of litmus tests
Dont scrap
The system
It is there for all
Not just them
Bullies got us into the depression
But we stood up
Bulllies tried to prevent the black vote
But we stood up
Bullies tried
To tell Susan B
That she had no right
To vote
And they did it with resources
Just like Iran
Convinces it's population
That non Muslims don't count
We do not
Have to abandon
The system
It is ours too
So lets keep it
And use it
To beat the bullies
At their own game
Helplessness
Is a rancid and needless
Emotion
That will give them that plutocracy
Brilliant Orwellian
Doublespeak
Up is down
You deserve it
Rancid is complacancy
Rancid is inaction
Rancid is thinking
They system is broken
No, it is abused
Not broken
We can use it
To stop the bullies
So lets use it
Lets not be ruled
By the lies and fear
They sell
Our system
Is long term
Our system
Works
But only
When we employ it
When we
Take action
Failure
Is only a given
If when no action
Is taken
SO VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE, IF THEY CAN DO IT, WE CAN TOO. And think long term as well. Winning or losing short term battles do not constitute a loss of a long term social movement. What we are in now is long term. That is the way they have thought for 30 years and we cant let up win or lose.
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Silence, By Brian37
When they say
I cant understand
I think of a new friend
Living in Iraq
When they say
Because I am poor
I cant understand
I think of my friend in Iraq
When they employ
That horrid cliche
"True patriot"
Means wealth or religion
They are wrong
For I do know
How lucky I am
To live here in this land
One single thread
He speaks of his oppression
Former Muslim
Living in Baghdad
How dare they
Accuse me of such
Blackmail me
With "capitalism" and "Christian Nation"
I am damned lucky
To live in a land
Where if I am murderd
They go to jail
Apostacy
He can only commit
In secrecy
Hiden at home at a desk
HOW DARE THEY
Accuse me
Of not understanding
How lucky I am
I do know
But I don't think they do
Class and religious tests
Is how one is to prove?
That sick absurdity
Of proof of loyalty
Is what he is subjet to
Not you, not me
At any time
If discovered
Even with Sadam gone
If uncovered
His sentance the same
Even if not sanctioned
Officially
By the government
We are lucky
That we can be
Who we are
Without fear
So even while
I also know
I am not owed
Anything
The stench of hipocracy
Stinks up this land
In forms of brands
That life is a script
There is no script
Not here, nor should be
A script mentality
Is their Apostacy
I am lucky
And damned well know it
So go fuck yourself
If you think I am a threat to you
You do your thing
I'll do mine
But no class or label
Is ever a crime
Poor poor rich people
Have it so bad
Poor poor theocrats
Think fascism is near
Do me a favor
On last thing
SHUT THE FUCK UP
With your childish tripe.
He lives in a monopoly
Even still
We do not
Nor are entitled too
He lives not under
Our tools of protection
That allows room for all
That many forget
One man in Baghdad
Forced to hide
But some here
Play false maryter
Hubris your game
Insecurity your name
Fear mongering your currency
It is all the same
He has the right
To really bitch
Not the religious
Not the rich
I do feel lucky
Nor do consider
That I allone
Should set all the rules
Realize that
Then maybe you'll see
You have nothing at all
To complain about
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Homeostasis, By Brian37
Thus postulated
A perfection
Of equal states
Does not exist
Entropy negates
Such vile utopias
With vacuous words
Of peace
Peace is dominance
Not cooperation
Not our common existence
Our common want
Our common want
Of control
Failing to understand
Complete does not exist
We falsely strive
For this homeostasis
Missing that which is
Our common existance
Peace can be
Not of perfection
Or of domination
But acceptance of common condition
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Growing Old Party, By Brian37
The walrus
Behind the mic
Blustering and bewildered
Cannot understand
That the middle class
The working class
Does not smoke Cubans
Or have 9am tee time
And his wife
Of golden locks
Marrie is Ann
Accusing us of being Takers
I know how to talk
To a Conservitive
The banks were the takers
Wall Street were the takers
NO Ann
We are the makers
Not the moochers
Like mere entertainers
We make the cars
We cook your food
We clean your hotel room
We do the work
We don't mind
When someone succeeds
But of your jadedness
And that of greed
Try to do
Those things with out us
If you're so smart
You should be able to
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Kentucky Tears, By Brian37
In bittersweat amazement
I read the words
Of a teen
Who broke the shackles of superstition
I look at the traveled road of reason
Where it was in prior obscurity
Held hostage
By fearmongers
If someone had told me
That long ago
I would read a post
About such an escape
From a teen
In such a state
Surpassing peers
Having read Hitchens
It invokes in me
Excitement and hope
Insuring even more
That one voice matters
The chains of myth
Can be broken
Sould be broken
Must be broken
The ducts below
My brown orbs
Water with joy
Seeing the same path I was once on
Especially morso
Comming from a location
Far too isoloated
From our helocentric reality
Yes Kentucky
With this voice
This hungering teen
Reason will free, even you
Eventually Kentucky
With more of the like
You will progress
And an island you will no longer be
This teen is your hope
Your future
Your thirst for reason
Your progress
The introduction
Was blaringly loud
As to the power of doubt
That skepticism is a requirement
I must thank this teen
For confirming in me
That my efforts
Are far from futile
Inches are miles
In retrospect
But in gains
Rightfully destroys antiquity's ignorance
For your own good Kentucky
Head the harbinger of reason
Fear you should
All naked assertions
Kentucky tears
Fill my eyes
For it's youth
Will give rise
To the rebirth
A hacksaw to chain
Even in Kentucky
Reason will win
To say thank you
Would fall too short
To this youth
Who made that post
Push on push on
We can prevail
To kill the shaddows
That needlessly scare
Kentucky tears
Fill my eyes
Push on push on
Reason will rise
(end)
I cried when I read the introduction of an atheist teen, who was unfortunately deeply indoctrinated growing up. Fortuntately something within this teen was always there and the parents made the mistake of taking this teen to that pathetic Creation Museum, and the lightbulb of reason popped and this teen has also read Hitchens, and in my book any teen who has is far ahead of their peers in the relm of reason.
I also cry thinking about how small our voice as atheists was back in 01 and how quickly it is spreading and it's ability to break the most sedentary boarders stuck in the past. I cannot thank this teen enough for confirming to me, that OUR efforts as individuals, inch by inch, post by post, website by website, book by book, voice by voice, that the shackles of superstition cannot hide and the knife of reason will rightfully cut it down to the absurtity we know it is.
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Billionaire by Brian37
A geologist tells you
The age of the earth
And still you defy
Your own brain with absurdity.
Plate tectonics
Tell the truth
Yet still you believe
In virgin birth
Billions of years
This earth is
Still you insist
Of magical beings
I wish of fantasy
And that of whims
Were never a part
Of evolution
But as long
As these claims persist
I do not ignore
Such things exist
Concoct we do
In countless variety
The need to question
Our top priority
If for thus
Were never done
Our progress stifled
Our future gone
The universe
A billionaire
The earnest truth
It cannot care
Of our trials
It be not aware
Will continue on
As before my first breath
It will do so
Despite human threat
And will continue
After our death
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Fleeting by Brian37
Ornate and profound
Obscene and offensive
Still humans defend
Fleeting monuments
Futile the effort
In all its forms
Corinthian marble
Or Pharaohs' tombs
Jefferson's epitaph
In spite of my favor
Will be as barren
As Stalin's endeavour
While still alive
I will enjoy
What I have
Without delusion
Fleeting are monuments
To our clubs
Be they of politics
Sports or religion
Barren the moon
And surface of Mars
Human arrogance
Our fatal flaw
Our time can be
Only that of now
We cannot defeat
What awaits us all
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Fair by Brian37
On this morning
In my channel surfing
A sports show host
Told an inspiring story
That of a place-kicker
Unlike any other
A huge fan of Rutgers
Suffering from autism
Yet even with this
Insisted to play
That position
For his high school team
An imprisoned mind
Found an outlet
Gaining stability
In his life
But the anchor
Like far too many
Calls these inflictions
An unfair mystery
It is unfair
But it is no mystery
Evolution is flawed
And so are we
Not knowing the cause
The kicker overcame
Should not lead others
To fairy-tale thinking
Life is neither
Fair nor unfair
From success to failure
Nor are well-being or ills
While truly great
A substance of solace
Found by this kicker
Gave him promise
Science is why
We know what he has
Even if currently
No cure to be had
Looking for good
Out of the bad
Is merely coping
No mystery in evolution
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After the Apex by Brian37
In strive of money
Or political power
Notoriety
Looms the obvious
If one
Reaches such heights
What end do they meet
Biological life has never escaped?
Tis the gasp
Of one's first breath
Upon realizing
There will be a last
It can be
Our own humility
Beyond divisions
In accepting this
We strive for an apex
Many times viciously
Trample on others
And shred their limbs
And after the massacre
After our triumph
After we proudly defeat
Foes of the same species
What have we done
Other than to war
Over what does not exist
An apex is temporary and does not exist
There is only a ride
Of all aware
Where we seek resources
And fear of harm
After the apex
There can only be
What we leave
For humanity
Not of self
Not of nation
Not of borders
Or selfish interests
'Tis more important
What we do to the least
To protect their rights
If in their place
I wish of war
Were of mere words, not weapons
I wish of being offended
Were least of concern
Apex is
And will always be
That of which many strive
Ignoring the fact
Be that of only one thing
Regardless of history
Our evolution
Is all the same
It starts at birth
Spreads our DNA
Yet of valleys or peaks
Not one has escaped
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History of the World by Brian37
They talk of the temporary
Of the mundane
Of makeup and reality shows
Of the World Series and Superbowls
They talk of weddings
And of funerals
As if joys and struggle
Are a unique plight
They choose a side
In a war
Favor a political party
And a border
And what have they done
Not done before
The top is the bottom
Will shift once more
Clad in costumes
Medals and collars
Foolishly competing
For temporary importance
To understand
Our fragility
To understand
Our finite nature
One can only
Seek to ponder
That prior to birth
Or after our death
The age of the earth
And our universe
And the island
On which we dwell
Manufacture
Our species does
Reasons so falsely
To project on others
As if the other
Were of one eye
Or bullet of silver
Will make them die
They speak of history
And their traditions
And of its importance
Obtuse and selfish
They speak of antiquity
And magic books
With convenient favouritism
Matching desires
Their god the sun
On Olympus they set
Curing the blind
Or surviving death
They speak of succor
And of Jihad
They speak of settlements
In the West Bank
From the West Bank
To West Hollywood
To the Middle East
To bad or good
They talk, they talk
We always have
From caves to computers
It has never changed
Except that it does
In harm we do
To gain resources
Is all it is
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Twilight Wagons by Brian37
In fedora hat era
Bogie played in black and white
A circus boss
Trying to protect his sister
When he found out
An understudy lion tamer
Had designs on his sibling
Revenge became the order of the day
Nick unleashed Caesar
A lion who had killed
That above Varney
Who had advanced on his sister
And Varney's hero
Was a dame
On the same dime
With unrequited love
Flo could have remained silent
Knowing Varney had no interest
But sought out his love interest
Imploring Mary to save him
In final crescendo
Varney faced this beast
And both Mary and Flo
Convinced Nick to save him
Nick rushed into the cage
Realising his error
And did so save Varney
Succumbing to reason
(End)
This is an ode to a Bogart movie that I just watched tonight called "The Wagons Roll at Night".
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Pretty Things by Brian37
Diamonds don't feed
Neither does gold
An industry of greed
Over pretty things
On a finger
On a wrist
Around one's neck
Many insist
Pretty things
People kill for
Rob a house
Or fund a war
Monopoly of mines
Stocks over-priced
Pretty things
A human vice
Superfluous vanity
Look at me
Merely because
I have pretty things
But they don't feed
Anything other than ego
They don't feed
Nor allow us to live forever
Pretty things
Are temporary
Things we want
But do not need
Pretty things
Hang from ears
Hold our money
Keep time for years
These pretty things
Are not alive
These pretty things
Are not our families
They cannot replace
A hug or kiss
They cannot replace
A loved one we miss
It matters not
Of ones wealth
But what we do
Till death from birth
Pretty things
Cannot love
Pretty things
Do not feel pain
They adorn us
But do not bleed
And many a death
These objects lead
Pretty things
Are nothing more
Than selfish vanity
Reflecting our greed
They fill pawn shops
Or mansion walls
Reflecting our hubris
Ignoring our fall
Pretty things
Are not our actions
Pretty things
Are not compassion
Pretty things
Are mere objects
What we do
Is what matters
What good are things
That are merely pretty
That you cannot eat
But only look at
Of golden mask
Tut was buried
And still all die
No matter our status
Pretty things
Are not pragmatic
They do not solve
The human condition
They do not end
Global hunger
They cannot cure
Childhood cancer
If you have
Such pretty things
Do not falsely think
This makes you special
A sparkle blinding
Worth much more
In our kindness
Outside ones wealth
Pretty things
Have not limbs
Pretty things
Have no feelings
Pretty things
Will never replace
How we treat others
Or loved ones face
All we have
Far more important
Is our limited time
On this planet
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Cantata by Brian37
I take my feet
Off the ottoman
Walk out into
The summer afternoon
The sun permeates
The sparse clouds
Dominating them
Like Manchuria and Ethiopia
This heliocentric dictator
Oblivious to my itinerary
Seeks to optimise
My perspiration
A concert of code
Pretentious vernacular
To merely describe
My constitutional
Remiss I would be
To over-conflate
The simple statement
"It's fucking hot today"
Caviar words
Of Oxford level
Are accessible
To the layman
There is no code
That cannot be broken
Nothing fancy at all
About life
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Easy to Prove by Brian37
If one were to attack
Your family member
Most certainly
You would react
If one were to
Bully you
Most certainly
You would react
If one were
To invade your borders
Most certainly
You would react
If one were
To enforce submission
Most certainly
Would react
Easy to prove
Our common species
We react the same
When resources threatened
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North Dallas 40oz, By Brian37
Often my friends
Ask me, or tease me
About why
I take a cab
It took one roadside test
Of being pulled over
By bubble gum lights
To cure me
"I feel fine"
Is not
Nor will ever amount
To legality, or safety
"What could happen,
You worry too much,
I got away with it once
So I always will"
This risk taking
Is not race or class based
And the hospital morgues
Are full of victims
White and black have
Their favorite watering holes
Rich, middle and poor
End up on slabs
There is only one solution
For the wiskey sour
For the fuzzy navel
For the rum and coke
For the screw driver
For the Budwiser
For the margareta
A designated driver
Is one beer, or cocktail
Worth a life
Simply because
You think you can handle it?
I am quite sure
That this Cowboy
Thought the same
Now regreting the loss of his friend
Reverse time not
Can he do
And what apology
Would suffice
How about
Simple advice
When you drink
Do not drive
"That cant happen to me"
Is the common refrain
Of those
It happens to
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Assemble, By Brian37
What weight
Does such a declaration mean
If this is limited
To the whims of wealth?
"Right to work"
Has nothing to do
With the rights
Of workers
A mere ploy
Of the financially advantaged
To convince the working class
To vote against self interest
What does "we" mean
If it drives down wages
Where only the top
See profits increasing
Falsely accuse
Often they do
If on top
On acceaves
That somehow
Those below
Those who work
For the top
That we begrudge
Or want to rob
The advantaged
Who get on top
This is not
Such the case
Dispite the their attack
On the working class
If "we" means "we"
As it should be
The propagate not
Such false a meme
"Right to work"
Is merely code
To subjugate
Those with less
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Incidious Slur, By Brian37
Demonized
By the theists
By the masses
Through the ages
What does them good
They seek to errode
What protects them
They seek to kill
Incidious slur
They twist the word
"Secular"
Into a villian
The opposite
Of "secular"
Is that of Iran
A country sectarian
Ruled by a majority
Of Shiites
An oppressive theocracy
Ruled by one "sect"
To slure neutrality
Is to devalue pluralism
To insist on pecking orders
Is the path to fascism
"Secular"
Must be defended
Least our freedoms
To be ended
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers."Obama
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Corporate Homocide, By Brian37
Blue Cross
Is not a shield
As long as decisions
Are made from cubicals
Between doctor and patient
The right claims
Get government out
From between
But it is the opposite
That leads to death
For CEOs get rich
Denying service
They wont let you in
Or they cut you off
And dump the indegent
On the ER
Othere nations
Of our ilk
Be not Cuba
Have health care
It is the claim
Of the profiteer
To use media
To foster fear
Health is something
All will need
Must not be driven
By corporate greed
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Candy And Nuts, By Brian37
Countless things
Humans dream up
In padded rooms
We view others
Yet of skepticism
Most fail to aim
Introspectively
At one's own claims
What I believe
Is just fine
Without evidence
For the divine
All the others
Got it wrong
My blind faith
Keeps me strong
Userpt are facts
They matter not
The only reality
To most, are lost
It would be nice
To never get sick
It would be nice
To never see death
It would be nice
To never grow old
To never see crime
Or oppression of others
It would be nice
Since not the case
Then why the need
To postulate?
That which harms
Or of of benefit
Need not a god
To fill a gap
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers."Obama
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Where Would I Be?(Thanks for my mom), By Brian37
No hesitation
When in need
Have you wavered
In support of me
No one ever
Gives me such love
Only you mother
To this extent
Where would I be
Without you
Continuing thanks
For all you do
An understatement
It can only be
To ineptly describe
Your generosity
Where would I be
I don't know
For better I am
Endowed with your love
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers."Obama
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Victoria, By Brian37
Hero,
Even without such event
She deserves
For teachers build our future
But Victoria went beyond
Faced a Bushmaster
Thinking of the tender
Put her body between
As Sandy Hook
Rightfully grieves
Victoria is a memory
Of the ultimate compassion
It is rare bravery
Most cannot fathom
If we ever ended
In the same position
To formulate a sentence
Much less these prose
To express our gratitude
There are no words
Victoria
You did what most could not
And from all of us
"Hero" falls way too short
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers."Obama
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Start Spreading The News, By Brian37
Little chubby cheeks
Painted with blue and white
Sporting his support
For his favorite team
And while knowing
Another cheer from him
Will not be the case
I ponder this kid's memory
Not ever have met him
I have such a rival
A kindly elderly man
Who fancies the same team
Jack was nimble
And fond of Cruz
So to Honor him
He embossed on his shoes
This elderly man
A Giants fan
Who frequents my joint
Where I work
Will come back
After the cold
From up north
Where he is from
But Jack wont
Do what Art will
Jack is gone
And my old friend returns
I never met Jack
Such a young lad
But for several years
Met up with Art
Both of them
Love the same team
Of the Big Apple
Of which mine competes
Young or old
When involving sports
It is the rivalry
For love of the game
Being a fan
Of "Ol DC"
To think of Jack
One cannot conceive
That such a game
Will not have a fan
As fervent as any
It tries to attract
I know RG
Feels the same
I know Art
A Giants fan
I know
As a Redskins fan
Art loves the Giants
We feel the same
The loss of Jack
Is one less rival
One less friend
You can tease
One less friend
To grow up
One less friend
To trash talk with
But my old friend
Of Jack's colors
Will soon come home
Art will come back
And when Art does
Return south
When he returns
From up North
He'll bring
His blue and White
And my burgundy and gold
Will feel the same loss
Goodbye Jack
There is no blitz or tackle
Fumble or sack
That will ever divide a Redskin or Giants fan
(end)
For those who don't know Jack Pinto was a NY Giants fan who was killed in the school shooting.
I have an old friend named Art who frequents the restaurant I work at who is also a Giants fan. We tease each other game after game and have done so for years. One of the biggest gut wrenching moments of the pictures was seeing Jack with the NY painting on his cheeks.
Art has not come back from up north yet, but when he does, that old man is going to get the biggest most heartfelt hug from his rival Redskins fan ever!
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The Color Purple, By Brian37
Peanut butter smiles
Came to an end
Harry spoke for her
Though he didn't know her when
She died
In a blood soaked classroom
A suburb cold water class
With room for a semi auto matic
Handguns, riffle and clips
I don't care
About their rights
Or arms to bare
Cause I know, she's not there
One day we'll get laws right
Or even more will die
Just like a falling leaf off a tree
One less cub in the pride
It's her favorite color
She'll never wear again
Lavender of the prince
For now a grave she's in
I don't care
About the NRA
Or selling armor wear
Cause I know, she's not there
One day we'll get laws right
Or even more will die
32 gun deaths a day
One of many kinds
I don't care
About the NRA
Or their talking points
Cause I know she's not there
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The Odd Couple, By Brian37
In my trailer park
In a fenced in yard
Are two k nines
Of opposite dispositions
Often times I walk
To the local store
Past this fenced in yard
To see these different dogs
One is timid and shy
Colored black and white
But could tell it was annoyed
By it's room mate
The other was a wiener
Brown and short legged
And every time I passed
He acts like I committed murder
It rants and raves
Charges the fence
While the other
Looks up at me
As if to say
"What can I do"
Curls up
And turns away
I look at the kind one
And think it knows
As if to say
"Yea some Valium would help"
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Vesuvius, By Brian37
When those amongst us
Claim a patient
On issues of morality
Of survival
I can only think
Of an archeologist
Who made plaster
Of the dead
Of one which was
A suspected nanny
And child
Buried in deep ash
And in Northern of state
In much the same way
Victoria protected
Not of her loins
When will we see
That nature is
And our strife
Is lack of understanding
Understanding
That we behave
In terms of good and bad
Outside our petty labels
Twas grand to think
Even back then
That any of us
In such desperate an act
Coddle a young one
Knowing our fate
Giving them comfort
In their last breath
And today
In the same vein
A teacher took ash
In the form of a bullet
(end)
When I was a kid my mother bought me a subscription to National Geographic "World Magazine". The first issue I got showed Mt Vesuvius and it's destruction and the dead discovered in it's wake. The Archeologist filled in gaps in the piled volcanic ash and dug the filled in gaps out. One of the outcomes was he filled in a gap where a suspected nanny(slave) had been trying to cover a child to save it.
Fast forward to Sandy Hook, and Victoria. She did the same thing. She tried to save lives knowing the futility.
When people talk of labels it pisses me off, because in the end we all can make up reasons why we are better than each other, but none of us live for ever. I always wonder, if none of us live forever, then why do we think we are super heros. It seems to me the heros know they are not super human.
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Mental Toys R Us, By Brian37
Hasbro or Milton Bradly
Multiple dice and dragons
Trouble, Risk and Sorry
The child's god is vanity
Nice it would be
If the game of life
Was a utopia
A candyland
Where the Hogwart's master
Was Lord of the Rings
Saving us all
Defending us from evil
But our mental toys
We savor falsely as vertue
Clinging to them
Even through adulthood
And this ravenous toy store
That pits us against each other
Is our mere delusion
Of want of a super hero
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Duped, By Brian37
Out of the womb
Our brians
Are nothing
But empty chalkboards
As we age
We get introduced
To the predilections
Of our parents
Cruel evolution
Fosters
This division
"In group" vs "out group"
It is our failure
Collectively
To see the truth
Our common reality
Prior to current borders
Prior to current politics
Prior to current superstions
Evolution still took place
Duped we have been
For far too long
In failing to understand
Evolution is what goes on
Our enemies are mothers
Who have sons and daughters
And the sane parent
Wants not harm to their young
It is only with age
The division comes
When we get duped by labels
Our tribal behavior continues
The universals
Have always been
In wanting food and shelter
A means of survival
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I Have To Be, By Brian37
I have to be the lion
Even though I am the kitten
I have to be the great white
Even though I am the mino
I have to be
What they tell me to be
If I desire
To fit into society
I have to be the boxer
I have to be the linbacker
I have to be the tough guy
Even if that is not me
I have to be married
I have to have kids
I have to fit in
Our be the outcast
If my outward gender
Is of certain display
I must wear a white dress
Only to make babies
If my outward gender
Is of certain display
I must be macho
And be the bread winner
If my outward gender
Does not match my brain
Then I shall be cast
As a freak deserving of scorn
I have to be a Muslim
If I live in Iran
I have to be a Christian
In a "Christian Nation".
I have to be a sheep
Anywhere I live
Fit their social norms
If I want to fit in
I have to be myself
No matter what they think
I only have one life
That is all there is
I am not the lion
I do not want kids
I do not fit a script
Of what anyone should think
(end)
This poem goes out to anyone who might be under pressure by family or society to fit in. You only have one life. You can be a decent law abiding citizen without following the scripts others think you should follow. Be yourself. That is all you can be.
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Old And New, By Brian37
There once was
A correspondence
In the form of a letter
Between two men
During the tender years
Of a fledgling nation
The sender complained
About the bashing of the leaders
"They shouldn't do that
It is corrosive and divisive
It is mudslinging
At it's worst"
And from quill
To paper
The receiver
Responded
"My dear patriot
Were not for our blood
Such rights
Would not exist"
Our offices
And the founding law
We agreed on
Protects dissent
To advocate
Such censorship
Would negate
Our efforts
Kind
They are not
To our characters
Neither I or thee
To not allow such
Is to become
As oppressive
From which we escaped"
I think today
Of our modern fray
Before a storm
That woke me up
Such arrows
And Ad Homins
Ridicule
And thus
The portly man
From New Jersey
Hurled attacks
On the incumbent
But nature did
What humans could not
Faced him with reality
Politics matter not
The boxing ring
Was fine and fair
But politics dies
In times of distress
What a lesson
Today we could learn
That brings rivals together
Out of common concern
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Angst, By Brian37
Running boards
The single given
A dropped scarf
By a pretty madien
Two cars speed
In game of chicken
One bails out
The other too late
Swinging hips
Censored on Sulivan
Jail House Rock
The ladies pine
On the watchtower
Joplin is sentry
Imagine all the people
Riding the crazy train
Nothing really matters
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Been spending all our lives
Here at the Paradise
It is Nirvana
Costing 50 cent
Alisha Keys
All sing the same thing
The passion of youth
Our struggles
To define
Our wishes and desires
To be different
To make our way
To find our loves
To make a statement
Angst is
The frustration of youth
Caged idealism
In raging hormones
I will hit you
With my best shot
Blame it on the alcohol
And chase Justin down a freeway
It is a script
With countless details
Indiscretion
And lack of wisdom
Cruel nature is
To package youth
With nitro for chemicals
And lack of experience
But from love
To strife
This time in our lives
Angst brings art to all
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A Duck, A Dog And a Rooster, By Brian37
The simplicity of economics
Is neither right or left
It never should be
The all or nothing it has become
Why are humans
So divided
Why do we fight
Why does anyone claim their rights?
Because of an evil duck
Creating a needless problem
By burning that candle
At both ends
Banks create conditions
Where they win even when they lose
Global weapons industry
Will sell to both sides of a conflict
The monopoly
Of big oil
Is no different
Than a diamond mine
No this is not a conspiracy
There is no one single duck
Just a bad mentality
Creating a corrosive climate
Once the rooster
And the dog
Get wise to the scam
They can take their power back
A stable globe
Is dependent
On problem solving
Not exploitation
Orwell warned us
Of this duck
"Four legs good
Two legs bad"
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Georgia On My Mind, By Brian37
She once was lost
And as blind
As most others
With friends in the sky
In our youth
My younger sister
Along with I
Were given up by mother
Ironic to find
In our adoptive families
We grew up
Only miles away
We both grew up
With a belief
But I gave up
Sooner than she
When we met
As adults
Still she clung
To superstition
We parted company
Not out of hate
But of the different
Paths we had taken
In that interim
Her doubt set in
And on her own
She had changed
I got a call
This past week
To find out
We were on the same page
That of the shackles
She had discarded
Having the same
Inquisitive nature
To the credit
Of our older sister
Who still believes
Valued family over disagreement
Called me this week
To let me know
That our sister
Wanted to talk to me
Now I have
A family Ayaan
A southern Harris
In my family
In her skepticism
Could not be silenced
In spite of her
Indoctrination
I love my sister
Still in the faith
Who let me know
That my younger had changed
Axioms seem trite
But I cant help think
Both of them
In different camps
Want the best
For the other
But circumstance
Lead us in different directions
Thus so concludes
In the end
We can change
But cant pick family
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The Right To Bare Fear, By Brian37
I do not see how
They conflate
"regulated militia"
To individual households
If everyone has
The same rights
Then those who voted
For Obama can so as well
Do these right wingers
Want me who dissagree
To have the same rights
To the same weapons?
And where does it stop
You get a semi
I get a machine gun
Then both of us
Want rocket launchers
I know what would happen
If we give in
Let you have everything
Without oversight or consent
You'd allow guns
But only for you
Only for those
Who vote for you
That is not equal
That is selfish
Freedom to create
Dominance over others
You talk of tyrany
But in reality
It is not of guns
But of power and money
Everyone has
Lots to lose
Both left and right
From a vile ruse
Tis not about
Preventing tyrany
But gun manufacturers
Maintaining a monopoly
No business I know
Will undermine its appeal
By fostering climates
That require less sales
It is not about left
Or about right
It is about greed
In expanding a market
Gun sales go up
Because of fear
Because of the climate
Of "screw the conditions"
If those who claim
Guns are not to blame
Want to do good
Then realize that you've been duped
You want less death
And so do we
And to do that
It cannot be
It cannot be
To allow
The no rules attitude
That has been so far
I get the attitude
Of wanting rights
I want them myself
To counter your arguments
But what I see
Is not about rights
Not of fairness
Or oversight
What I see
Is a sore loser
That someone else
Won an election.
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By Proxy Of Utterance, By Brian37
If it were not
For the atmosphere
Or biological evolution
We would not agitate air
To make soundwaves
In false communication
To be received
By others handed down through generations
By proxy of utterance
Our fantasies fester
Bringing monuments and art
To our naked assertions
By proxy of utterence
We create new gods
New religions
And state utopias
By proxy of utterence
We take up arms
In defense
Of our naked assertions
And for all this
Futile effort
Silence
Is our final reward
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Eclectic, By Brian37
You could not say
In one camp I dwell
If you spent time
Following me arround
I do not eat
The same thing
Every day
As if anyone should
I have my predilections
And my poisons
And my patterns
But they are mine
I can eat a burger one day
A pizza the next
But if repetitive
I would get sick
I love Abba
Metallica too
Love Living Color
Donna Summer too
I love Osborn
And Crazy Train
Prelude to a Fawn
A classical song
David Sanborn
And Megga Death
RUN DM C
And Arrow Smith
Music music
Says it all
Coveys a language
All do use
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A Patch of Reason, By Brian37
In the days of division
Skin color the reason
Most would have objected
To the poem I am writing
How could a black man
Help a women
White and blind
And be so kind
It miffs most now
Those that are younger
That such divisions
Existed back then
But many then
When the movie was made
Already knew
What Sidney portraid
That it has never
Been about
Where we were born
Or our skin color
It is not even
About party or class
For what matters
Is being kind
(end)
This is my ode to the movie "A Patch of Blue"
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Apology To Ann, By Brian37
When I first saw you
In our local church
I could not take my eyes
Off you
From that day
I thought of various ways
Of things to say
To convince you
A cheerleader
You became
A nerdy mascot
Was my fame
I pined and pined
Not knowing the truth
That it was not love
But hormones and fantasy
I pestered you
In hopes of love
Not knowing the truth
We cant help who we are attracted to
I spent silent times
Needlessly
Pining and pining
Over fantasy
Never in me
An interest you had
If only I had realized
That wasted time
I could have saved you
From my blind ambition
I could have saved myself
From your rightful rejection
I hate hormones
They do youth ill
Cause them to dream
And jump off a cliff
You were beautiful Ann
But not attracted to me
I was too young
Of this to see
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Lancer, By Brian37
That I was
In 85
Graduated
But barely survived
Ducking down halls
Hiding behind lockers
Trying to avoid
The bullies and jocks
Hit on girls
To no avail
For I was the dork
With pimples and braces
Upon that time
I now reflect
What garbage it was
To be so sensitive
Twenty years later
I went to the reunion
And finally realized
None of it mattered
To Gail and Gretchen
And all that were popular
That was then
What are you now?
You are faceless
Like most end up
One of 7 billion
And will be forgotten
I wish I had not
Been so sensitive
Been eager to please
And easily teased
But that was then
Wiser I am
To the hormones
Of angst ridden teens
A grudge I hold not
But least any forget
High school is tough
When you don't fit in
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Abide, Brian37
In palindrome blue
Red and white too
A sullen song
Reminds me of you
A dagger to
Bleeding heart through
Bloodless coop
Accepting the end
In this empty house
In central Virgina
You wanted a divorce
Nothing left to say
You kindly shook my hand
And helped me move to a new place
Knowing I was tense, wondering where I'd live
Knowing it was the end, knowing I'd hurt bad
Don't apologize
It was always your right
You didn't feel the same
Our love had met it's end
There were no gods or dice
It was simply time
We hadn't thought it through
On different roads we were
(end)
This poem is an ode to ABBA. Long before I met my x, when I was a kid, I listened to their music. Most of it certainly is bubble gum pop. But two of those songs, without realizing it at the time prepped me for rejection, something that is most certainly part of life.
So when my x left me, it most certainly was a kick in the gut. But it gave me the maturity to move on.
This poem is an ode to two songs and my x for handling me so kindly when she finally left.
"The Winner Takes It All" and "Knowing Me, Knowing You" By ABBA inspired this poem .
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Glad To Be Back, By Brian37
Scorned
And berated
For being different
I look back at all of it
I had spoke rims
On my bike
When the popular kids
Had mag rims
I wore clothing
No one liked
I was too sensitive
To others teasing
I was behind
In my time
My likes were
Years behind
I could not
Think of a come back
Until it was
Way after the fact
I bought it all
To be "this or that"
If I wore this
Or listened to that
If I did so
I would be liked
It never worked
No matter how I tried
So here I am
Old and wiser
Glad to be back
In my own skin
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers."Obama
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Perceptions, By Brian37
Last night
In the dark twilight sky
The earth's bright white
Satellite
From sun reflection
Conveyed such a shape
And looked to me
A certain way
As if half dome
Upside down
Lighting a freeway
At midnight hour
The surrounding clouds
Looked like a ceiling
Suspending
A security camera
Of course I knew
This not to be true
Retrofitting
Was what I was doing
Yet for too long
In real life
People think dreams
Are reality
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers."Obama
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No More Care Free Laughter, By Brian37
When it happens
When it comes at you blind
When you think it is ok
When they tell you they want to leave
Footprints in the snow
Lead to isolation
Away from what you had
Into the lonely woods
Baron and cold
Knowing it is the only path
You step away
Accepting the reality
The reality
That once was
Is no more
It is the melting snow
(end)
Another Ode to ABBA and "Knowing Me Knowing You" Watch the video and you'll understand the poem.
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Leave It To Bieber, By Brian37
Long before
This current hysteria
Pining and fainting
Over this crooner
Agnetha was mine
I wanted to marry her
She was my Beyoncy
My Madonna
And the fab 4
Were that of others
Their mop tops
And Helter Skelter
So last week
On a lark
I pm'd on facebook
To see if I could
Of another
Popular in my time
To see if she would
Opine
Not in A Flash
It took a week
And in a Quarter
For her to speak
I had mentioned
Her sax she played
That hardened hearts
And found many fools
She lead me
To David Sanborn
And also
To Candy Dulfer
And her response
To my short thank you
To her music
I expected no response
For what time
Does someone have
To take time out
To the average
But with one line
She made my day
Said thank you
For being a fan
It is not about her
Or one generation
Not male or female
Or of one icon
We all grow up
With our icons
We all think
About the what ifs
They like us
Will always age
They like us
Have families and bills
It was simply neat
To get a wave
Not because of her fame
But because of what she gave
(end)
This poem is about recent events. I got a PM from a famous female lead singer saying thank you. I loved her sax playing and because of her even after they disbanded I can see the influence of my listening habits because of that band. It was merely neat having her say thank you.
Why is the poem titled Bieber? Because every generation has a male or female Icon people pine after.
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Funny That, By Brian37
Abdicating
What office?
What throne?
What status?
An office made
Off the blood money
Of those prior
Establishing your hollow status
And funny that
With fake names
No mater how many
You still get replaced
Funny that
Reality
Flies in the face
Of your superstition
Ornate cloths
Expensive mansion
An ode to nothing
But narcissism
Funny that
After all the words
All the pontification
All the latin
After all that
Not even you
So falsely followed
Can escape reality
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Be My Valentine, By Brian37
If someone told me
December has to be dark
December has to be cold
I would laugh at them
That smile
Your upbeat swagger
Your playful looks
Your youthful dancing
I wish my youth
Had been full
With the likes of you
It is invigorating
So without hesitation
I think you know
With out saying
I've already asked.
(end)
This is a cute innocent poem about one of my mothers retirement home mates. This sweet old lady always smiles, laughs and jokes and flirts. If I had friends like her growing up I would have not been so insecure. For some reason this is showing up in paragraph form, I don't know why.[Mod:] Fixed formatting problem...
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Chase The Shadows Away, By Brian37
It's half past noon, in the desert alone
How they hate thinking on their own
Autumn doubts
Blowing away the myth in that book
There's no soul out there
No one to hear your prayer
Gimme gimme reason and daylight
Get me through the darkness and chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme reason and daylight
Take me to reason there is no other way
Comic book stars, fictional rainbow
There is no afterlife fortune to win
It's so different
Than the reality we live in
I open the window
Let in the sunlight
There is no god
Not one in sight
There's not a soul out there
No one to hear your prayer
Gimme gimme reason and daylight
Get me through the darkness and chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme reason and daylight
Take me to reason there is no other way
(end)
Another ODE to ABBA, "Gimme Gimme"(A man After Midnight).
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Watch Out, By Brian37(Another ABBA inspired poem)
I am above
I see everything
You have no reprieve
You better watch out
I am your authority
You cannot remove me
I will follow you
You better watch out
I don't need to tame you
You are already my toy
I can chose to keep you
Or throw you away
Close behind you
In front of you
Above you
I am everywhere
I don't have to find you
No matter where you go
I am always there
You better watch out
It's not funny lately
You act like you have doubts
I know you are beginning to hate me
But then, you are in danger of thinking
Thinking I don't exist
I cannot have that
Because I am jealous
You better watch out
I am a petty bully
A mere reflection
Of your own selfish desires
You better watch out
(end)
Seriously folks, go look up and listen to that song. It fucking kicks ass(style wise). Not something people think of ABBA of. But it inspired me to write a poem about how stalkish the god character of the bible is.
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"De gustibus non est disputandum" is a Latin maxim meaning "In matters of taste, there can be no disputes" (literally, "There must not be debate concerning tastes"
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"De gustibus non est disputandum" By Brian37
Through the centuries
The meaning of
This dead prase
Has come to mean different things
Impressive to know?
One might be surprised
By the common use
We use today without knowing
The next time
You argue
Which sport is better
Or which book or band
The next time
Someone says
"I like broccoli"
Or "I can't stand it"
The title of this poem
We use every day
Just not in dead latin
It is a matter of taste
(end)
Admittedly the original meaning is not how it got changed through the years. Some famous people have quoted it, and the common usage of it(which IS a mistranslation) simply means "It is a matter of taste".
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