Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.

quote by F.H. Bradley
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The Mad Philosopher

The flabby wine-skin of his brain
Yields to some pathologic strain,
And voids from its unstored abysm
The driblet of an aphorism.

poem by Ambrose Bierce
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An aphorism ought to be entirely isolated from the surrounding world like a little work of art and complete in itself like a hedgehog.

quote by Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel
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How many of us have been attracted to reason; first learned to think, to draw conclusions, to extract a moral from the follies of life, by some dazzling aphorism.

quote by Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton
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Adventurism as Second Nature

An interesting aphorism
From a daydreaming boy
Who mostly drifts through white clouds:

Every new path
Leads to an avenue of enlightenment.
The adventure begins.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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I got a note from my father, who said that Success is wonderful, if you don't inhale. That was his own aphorism, and I think it's the very best thing he could have said to me or anyone else on the subject.

quote by Sam Waterston
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The aphorism in which I am the first master among Germans, are the forms of ""eternity""; my ambition is to say in ten sentences what everyone else says in a book - what everyone else does not say in a book.

quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Anger Within

A gem cutter
takes a pause
and finds the hate of a locked house.

The words scream
and hurl a propensity for violence
becoming an aphorism.

A pithy precipitation
was delayed. The seeds in desert
will not be able to catch the light.

I am still lonely
making peace with rain of arrows
coming from nowhere.

poem by Satish Verma
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Jet Planes

I saw my little cousin today:
I see them almost everywhere, at the movies,
Waiting at home in front of the television,
But I cannot hardly recognize them
They’ve grown like weeds is the aphorism,
And they’ve removed their pea green houses,
And their unicorns aren’t for real,
But lonely in their front yards with the tenebrous
Blue weeds:
You know, I see them on the swing-set and I want
To join them, but I am too old
For the sports of Christmas trees and young
Jet planes.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Gypsy

Gypsy

Steep path leads to the top,
a Gypsy ascends with aberrance,
his memories behind to drop,
spells an aphorism to his airy audience.

Same drops of forehead sweat,
dropp to soil; an apparition waves,
the rocks bemoan his lone sextet,
raindrops; a Gypsy that even sky betrays.

Maybe he was a shadow, a ghost,
perchance a smile on lips and eyes,
of his betrothal nymph in woods,
in an eternal solitude of her to guise.

He gallivants in emptiness, about,
as two goldfinches of afternoon warble,
their song becomes his lone shout,

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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Unmitigated verse

Don't ever read these poems
They are not literary fait accomplis

I am not board certified to write poetry

My relatives are inbred
Some of them were even from Arkansas

I am not a wizard of words
Hiding behind the curtain of degree

It is only your own time you waste here

Don't ask me to mail a check for lost hours
Any mental illness that ensues
After being exposed here

Or if you break out in a mixed pox, of metaphors

Worse, if you catch this virus

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poem by Patti Masterman
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Mount Of Venus

Oh, yonder where, ah, my angel virgin!
The seed of my romantic origin.
Why the lesser lime cordiale and gin
When I’ve your jars of ambrosial fountain?

The sweet nothings with me you warmly share
The romantic murmurs you whisper bare
The arcana with sweet moans you divulge
The tickling ruminations we indulge

Wow, the seductive notes you bill and coo
Leave me with little chance but you to woo
And your aphorisms of love intense -
A virile potion to my lyric sense

Never we’ve seen each other even once
Yet vibes and waves and mystifying breeze
Connect us both as if by a séance
Of torrid telepathy that could please

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poem by AtreyaSarma Uppaluri
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Countess Bathory

Of blood dulcet drops, a Lady scorns,
dissembled, in Castle adytum laws,
dark aisles, her efflorescence adorns,
in dungeons carved emblem of claws.

A mantrap whispers her Aura spells,
subliminally kind to open Castle gate,
a black widow in mystic dark cells,
of bloody elixir, a bath to embrocate.

Virginal offers to her impertinence,
absolute deity in darkened worlds,
as torches glow in yellow affiance,
she 'll marry victims in Hellish molds.

Countess in Castle, erstwhile entreats
in man's subconscious, then blasts,
in oral blood thirsty drinking feasts,
a deathly rhythm, as torture lasts.

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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Ability-3

She was knotted to wedding augury
Only to tread on poorness
Destiny stampeded her and her five kids
Just to gobble her only son like a dragon

But blest husband most benevolent
Adorable granny so highly hospitable
Much so shining her sacred investitures
Threw much confidence in blest heart

She became 'Amma' for everyone around
Wonder how she spellbound even children
So bound all thronged in as dear and near
She became the merciful'Annapoorani'soon

Fiery fate but sometimes repeats to gluttonize
It ate her husband on a sudden hit
Bereaved granny but upheld strong despite wealthless
Her caring heart brought in serving people

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poem by Indira Renganathan
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Aphorisms: Men and women, Happiness and misery

Some Aphorisms

Happiness is good health and a bad memory unknown
If I dropped dead right now I’d be the happiest man alive Samuel Goldwyn
Ask yourself if you are happy and you will cease to be John Stuart Mill
Be happy, it’s a way of being wise Odette

Anxiety is interest paid on trouble before it’s due Dean Inge
Harmony seldom makes a headline unknown
Don’t do whatever you like-like whatever you do unknown
Comedy is tragedy plus time Carol Burnett

When it rains look up rather than down
For without the rain there’d be no rainbow Jerry Chinn
Everything human is pathetic, the secret source
Of humor itself is not joy but sorrow unknown

I love my raggedy-ass ol’ life
I never want to die Dennis Trudell
We’d all be sorry if

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poem by David Whalen
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Demons

Her anomie demon, closer comes,
militated aphorism, vicious angels,
value her breath, darkened drums,
beat steady, as slow pain unravels.

Bowed 'n' stringed, of sleep chains,
deplorable ghosts, sadden 'n' bad,
torturous dowry, flow in her veins,
together with sweat, run like blood.

Under the blankets waits a demon,
around midnight, madness begins,
His iced arms, wraith of a love-man,
along her spine, out trace her sins;

The wraith bends above her dream
through her body, down her spine,
remorse aggress, aimless to deem,
Apocryphal claim. communion wine.

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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Decision Making

Noble art of decision making is
an adaptation of an orderly
assemblage of data;
as source material obtained through
discrete or non-discrete systems.

Chaos exists as raw material
from which order is superimposed.
Order is a product of species interaction;
which consists of hierarchy between
differing species and within species.

Order is an institution which we create
ourselves; impose for universal advancement.
Truth is perceived as a series of revelations;
filtered through contemporary
conceptions defining truthsense.

If true quality is distilled true statement

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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Where The Roots Sank

The incarcerated echoes
Inside your robust cage
Of ivories and porcelains
Resonated your name
Coiling into the navel
Where a brambly foliage lay,
Where one fates to fumble
Rummaging for an enigma
Ensconced in a solitary rose
With soldering petals of flame
Enervating the void dark
And the austere ravine stark
To pounce yonder your eaves,
Swell mellifluously condescending
Malignantly ascending
Like a staircase pummeling
The heaven in you tresses
And it reached my low canopies
In an eloquent fashion
Resembling the sun's expedition

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poem by Norman Santos
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It’s the night

the babushka night with thousands of lunas inside
growing from a granny to a little girl’s sickle moon
cutting through the night as guilty of a night as charged
even though the stars don’t know that as yet
and keep blinking flirting with the night blamelessly

it’s this night that I found the night made of my eyes
written in a name that wants to call my name now mute
engraved in the jewelry stones of the nights I threw away
battling the night’s charges of the Moon that got insane
spread across the laughter on a fool’s paradise throne
crying dying within all in around me my tease-me nights

it’s the night that looks like stamps of all the towns I ran away from
enveloped in no special colour to make a night delivery less painfull
addressed to the last moon beam that dared touch the coats buttoned
by little moons with two tiny holes for needles to cross to the other side
to sew a different night spill silk colours unto the snarls soothe them
so that there’s nothing left at night to bark at so that the night can peacefully sleep

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poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Batman Combats Oscar Wilde

“Are you serious? ” Frederick asked.

“Yes, Oscar Wilde, the writer”, George Batman said. “We had a conversation in the park.”

“Oh”, said Frederick. “Is he not dead? ”

“We had a conversation in the park”, Batman said.

“I see”, said Frederick.

“You remember that in The Picture of Dorian Gray Wilde argues that books cannot be moral or immoral, only well-written or badly written”, Batman commented.

“So? ”

“Well, I disagreed.”

“And why is that? ” Frederick inquired.

“Look. Wilde confuses content with style. A book with a moral message can either fail or excel in its stylistic presentation, and so can a book with immoral content.”

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poem by Paul Hartal
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