Poetry here.

[amateurphilosophynerd]

Especially to Artistic Solution

One of Philosophy Nows mightiest Intellects,
intejecting here and there,
with thinking that doth scare.

When I wonder, with French, German, Latin and Greek I need,
to give the inner Philosophy seed-
er, and Maths and Science too,
When I encounter that Intellect of yours,
I feel like headin' for the doors.

Life, falls short too often, of the Glory that should be theirs,
whatever the thing, it like GRAVITY falls DOWN when with,
it should take the upward path.
Then Life it brings us down
when it makes us feel like a clown.
Life EXPERIENCED brings us down down,
where any ambition dreams wears a CLOWN.
I would be more like you
with a husbands dickle
(I must say men get me in a pickle)
but hypotheticlay flirting at the Gower St Library Hotels Pole,
at least has pretensions (in this way) of making me whole,
(with one of them you see, just like my Family).
MISspelling, my spell check does not spell check,
But you AS a Philosopher Be,
maketh it a magnificent 'ministry'
making a Art
helping others to take a part.
Men created our already o'er flowing pot of woes,
according to Butlin the PN Star
we contribute our own list from afar
as it never ever ends,
lets balance the injustices, eqaul, both ends!!
lets analyse them for each individual woe,
both 'beneficial lovey dovey' and endless male/female woe.
At least Rick Lewis thought 'GENDER philosophy'
so in this respect WE CAN BE FREE
even thought on this here site
we are often BROUGHT INTO THE NIGHT
as others fall short of Glory that's theirs,
we are left with many a prayers
(believer or not, or doubting thomas, lets anniliate the Christians say the Atheist Saints, lets listen to Dawkins and Co, let Atheists expose lack of faith etc you know or not as the case may be/
religion might NOT be your cup of tea)

I like your feminine analysis of man's oversight,
if only in the beginning he'd have created things right,
maybe I would have avoided this plight!
Artistic Solution
I would wish my 'secular blessing'
on this heart doth expressing,
I have like you many a woe,
Academics come near!
Academics doth GO!
you are too much full of pain,
even if I gained, it is too much pain!
even if I doctorated, PhD and published,
I feel I might be a PILE OF RUBBISH,
even if I had articles published,
and contacts galore,
I would feel
the saddest
bore/oxymoronic add word here
anything I do would come with many a tear
COS those little ISMS have not dealt a blow
(with right academic stuff you know)
so my fields are UGLY dear
filled with UGLY DEFORMED LANDSCAPES,
FROM which you wish many ESCAPES.
So pepper my ambitions with a polymaths brain,
lots of activity, lots to gain?
opportunities come up,
I call it 'promotion'
I break the Rules
end up the Solution.
Sometimes Rule Breaking brings the ideas,
unlocks the presence of HELPFULNESS and other things here,
sometimes standing against the ISMS
shines forth fruit
in the darkest places
replenishing secular and Christian worlds with astonishing graces.
So AS I bless you dear,
and all around Philosophy Now here,
FREE RANGE PHILOSOPHY here we come,
if we hit jackpot Articles too!!
'publishing' in PN
stops us feeling blue!!
FREE RANGE PHILOSOPHERS THAT ARE WE, here and there
up mountain, facing range, down valley,
then ARTICLES IN PHILOSOPHY NOW,
intellectual discourse, lets have it now!!
So blessings on ya, one and all, from lucky professors to published and all,
lets grab at those fruits, one and all!!!

kjahpoetrygenius all rightsreserved copyright2009

[artisticsolution]

May I just say wow!
I can't reply now,

for I need psy's help to decipher
the depth of your poem,
I have to admit,
I stand below 'em.

Humbled and confused
my mind un-used and
trying to keep up,
but I'm just a pup
intellectually a half full cup.

reverence and awe
is what I have for ya'll
If only I had listened in school
instead of trying to be cool.
man, what a fool!

[Pluto]

Poet Laureate - Andrew Motion put some lotion through your lovely hair

[amateurphilosophynerd]

Pluto says
the Magic Guy
There is some Lotion from On High.
Andrew Motion has donated his Grease,
and we can smear it, as we please.

Pluto, he shows his magic spell,
above the firmanent we know so well,
he shines in the galaxies far above,
with a dose of Andrew Motions heavenly Love,
he sprinkles it, both here and there,
and hard word graft
imparts,
without a care,
Pluto is joined to the Galaxy,
of astromonical philosphers as we shall see,
Pluto is so far above,
sprinkling his Andrew Motion Liquid of Love.
copyrightallrightsreservedkjahpoeticgenius2009

[amateurphilosophynerd]

Maybe the Postgraduate instinct might be better served,
helping your less knowledgable person
be less absurd.
If you were a PG
you would see
normal tolerated ignorancy.
But as you are here,
put on hat
dont' shed a tear?
or slag off those who are going to try.
your fine art of philosophy?

[amateurphilosophynerd]

Seeds of the old, lie in the young,
cancer, heart disease, genetic malformation,
strike the young in any nation.
Cocky, arrogant, yeah they have the jobs,
but be rejected when they 'old.
bow down to the market dear
the market in things that olden the young,
bringing on age because it is such fun,
risk factors soar
till everyone
is mown down,
by a statistic or two
I in 3 cancer
heart disease too (too many burgers fast food and late late nights)
help put to flight beauty in risk factor delights.
So don't spite the old
who are trying to be here
slog through those books with many a tear,
i thought this was philosophy now.
or is it a graduates club
no laymen allowed?
all poems all rights reserved and copyrightkjah2009

[Psychonaut]

They Hate Me

They hate me for being male
They hate me because my skin is pale
They hate me for being young
They hate me because of my quick tongue
They hate me for being kind
Or cos when I'm lost its them I find
They hate me cos I owe em money
They hate me cos they think I think I'm funny
They hate me for the fact that their hatred weighs upon me
And the truth is I hate myself
Not for them
But for what I've done and what I've said
More than they ever could that weighs down on my head
What I've done and said

[MagnetMan]

Death Bed

Woe betide he
who fails to atone
before the bed of death
unlocks the vault
and airs the shame
of hidden fault

There is a moment
at the end of life
where every memory
every act
every breath
cuts like a knife

It is a summation
of endeavors spent
each deed in critical review
a minute scrutiny
of every event

This moment
is Death behold
Where the Self itself
sits in judgment
and the Balance
of Give and Take
begins to unfold

The time to repent
on too much Take
and not enough Give
its Time already spent

Shame on the Deathbed
is shame in deed
where the Self damns the soul
to the Hell of haunted Halls
were it groans as a ghoul

The God of Compassion
hearing the tone
waits helplessly by
and sheds tears alone

[amateurphilosophynerd]

SEGREGATIONALIST SOCIETY
The young are separated from the old,
who are shunted into care homes that imprison,
their very selves in TV surround,
whilst their neighbours make distressing sound.

The Disabled are separated from the Able Bodied.
In mind, body or in any other way,
Separation rules the day,
realms of hidden and obvious disability
forced away from transendence, the desire to be free.
shame forces itself on dis- ability.

The Working separated from Workless
Us and Them, Them and Us,
so long as multiple disadvantage does not cloud your path,
you are deemed as having worth.
The Workless shock comes out of the blue,
soon things don't seem to be true,
what is the difference between me, and you.

Philosophers separated from the masses
Ivory Towers soar above,
sending philosophic love,
to the heavenly host above.
Actually it is really quite level
transcendence, being is at ground level,
now why is evidence such a devil?
abstract theories and ground below,
Are they the same as us,
we know?
kjah2009copyright poeticgeniusproductions

[Pluto]

May Marriage Be Your Carriage That Leads You To Glory

[amateurphilosophynerd]

Appropriate since my Sister get married today

May Marriage
be your carriage,
that leads to glorious heights,
love in the depths below
in deepest darkest nights.
May marriage be the vehicle
of knowing high and low,
the many variegated ways
in which Love it has to go.
kjah2009copyright 2009

[bus2bondi]

oooooooooooooooooohm

[amateurphilosophynerd]

oooooooooooooooooohm

Another one!
Poems spill out of Reading in strange places,
Treasures are found in places thought deserts.
Tiredness is my lot.
2 days of Virtue have brought their reward.
exhaustion
and all kinda wide spaces.
(copyrightkjah2009poeticgeniusproductions.)

[Pluto]

The woman of my dreams floated away forever

[amateurphilosophynerd]

The Woman of my Dreams,
Floated away,
on clouds,
Forever from my life, my Heart, my Body, my Soul.

She was flesh and blood in my arms,
me, a captive to her charms,
but she bled and went away,
floating on clouds, gone today.

The Woman of my Dreams,
Tradegy is near,
When I think of her,
I shed, many a tear,

I wish wish wish, you had not gone away,
because then you would be in my arms to stay.
Dedicated to Pluto
copyrightkjah2009poeticgeniusproductions