The Art of Tea and Poetry

The Art of Tea and Poetry

Morning Ritual
Nocturnal silence... The day is deep in sleep  / shhh!  her mind whispers / morning has not yet broken / going into tip toe mode  / a crick-crack explodes / plastic on p…
A Sighing Sonnet
Syllables plunge into an ancient songbook / Octaves and sestets of obsessive love / Perusing Petrarch's Canzoniere / Iambic portrayals of Laura de Noves Shakespeare loves …
Cogito Ergo Sum
Trees of autumn weep their beauty / Aging rainbows fall onto an anemic earth / Intellectual tears of / I think therefore I am / Cry molecules of philosophy / Over deaf grasses …
Annals of Abraham
Pregnant night aborts the dawn / Poxing the earth below / Festering fields of human hate / Drown reason in irrational throe Hissing hostility pierces the sky / Scattering mo…
Huxley's Kaleidoscope: O Brave New World
Chaotic pieces of tinted glass / Kidnap loitering light / Slivered images of a history / Pause in fluid flight Frantic fragments frolic / On the landscape of man's mind<br /…

Delphic Dialectic or Socratic Simplicity

A sentimental sprite of
Stravinsky's Spring Rite
Dissonant days gone by
Urged a freckled face boy to
Mischievously deploy
And capture a callow girl's eye…

Chaotic waters of untamed tides
Turbulent rapids of adolescent selves
Tumbling into Alice's rabbit hole
Childhood froze on never ending shelves

On a bed of naked innocence
Nascent bodies clad in truth
Flesh on flesh as heart to soul
Delusions of unfledged youth

The Delphic maxims of ancient Greece
Engage dialectics amongst my various selves
Seasoned emotion and intellect
Have untethered the throes of Eros' spells

The Symposium at Agathon's
An orgy of verbal delight
Through alcohol and dialogue
Disrobed Love with their drunken sight

Socrates explained with intellectual ease
That Love dwells in the depths of Man's mind
Wisdom he claims is Love's nature and aim
Questions are his depth and design

Diotima the philosopher and feminine scholar
Taught Socrates of Poros and Penia
In the garden of Zeus, drunk on Olympian juice
Poros was seduced by Penia the pauper

The conception of Love their child thereof
Is the form of body and beauty
Eros she claims is born of the brain
Wisdom his allegiance and duty

Knowledge is gained through perception and pain
Through insight and intellectual wealth
Found in between is Love and his means
Teaching lessons in "Know thyself"

A fay of Day has paved a practical way
Through falling leaves of Love's design
That freckled faced boy who once gave me joy
Dwells on the pages of this poet's lines.

Pinch of Pepper:
A symposium is literally a "drinking together". The Symposium by Plato is a dialogue in which various male speakers take turns offering their personal perspective on the subject of Love. Agathon, the host, had just won first prize for a dramatic play and invited some of his friend's back for a drinking fest and food to celebrate. As was the custom, guests would recline on couches arranged in a circle. After they had eaten, hearty servings of wine would be served. With no females present, the guests would converse, give speeches and deliver mock orations which many times ended in orgiastic practices. Plato's symposium took a bit of a different turn and the orgy was only of wine and words.
When it's Socrates' turn to speak, he attributes his insights into the nature of Love to Diotima, a philosopher, priestess and one of the most influential women thinkers of her time.

Added Pinch of Pepper:
Diotima tells Socrates of Poros and Penia: "In honor of Aphrodite's birthday the gods held a feast. One of the guests was the god Poros, who was god of Abundance. When the feast was over, Penia also known as Poverty, came about the gates to beg. Poros who had overindulged himself on nectar, went into the garden of Zeus and fell into a deep drunken sleep. Penia, seeing him there and contemplating her own dire straits, decided to seduce him. After lying down at his side she conceived their son Eros or Love."
Diotima taught Socrates that Love, the child of Poros and Penia, Lack and Plenty, was a spirit of the between. She told him that Love held the world together and was the momentum that delivered prayers and messages between gods and man. She told him that Eros was known best through wisdom and that the love of wisdom was the love of Eros.

A lion dwells in your sentient savanna / Persistence and purpose his badges of strength / Urban forests breed banality and bromide / Seize him and purge Man of his shallow decent Iron rods of conformity rust perception / Towers of compliance stunt natu…
Molecules of Moments ... A Poetry in Pieces
Day Tresses of ivory tease the air as / soliloquies of song woo whimsical winds / Moments mold into statues of light while / waxing crystals of cream take flight / / A traveler once / I toured your turbulent terrain / donni…
The Bonsai Tree
In an Arboretum of towering trees / The major attraction is the topiary / Visitors flock to this botanical art / Deaf to the tidings of twisted bark Dwarfed gnarled confined and cramped / Refined deformity of stunted chance / Grotesque and beastly …
A Nursery Rhyme
Isaac and Ishmael fight over a Wall / Citizens and soldiers equally fall / Concessions and compromise and making amends / Will not put the dead back together again
The Desert
Naked wastelands of monotony / Exhausting days of bruising suns / Under a lee of memory / Wayward winds churn crystals to dust Time evaporates into slips of silence / Arid air mourns its temperamental loss / Desert beckons those who are daring / …

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