Poems are immaterial music.
If laid on the floor become trapdoors.
Each dream is specifically unreal
And every unreal is true too.
The spring sun is a spelling error,
A pantheist without a paycheck.
And it’s pancakes and karate chops
That resurrect the day.
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Love the second line!
Very nice poem. I’m going to write it on the wall of the men’s room at the IHOP–International House of Pantheists.
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Haha! That’s wonderful. Both that it should go up on the IHOP bathroom, and changing IHOP to international house of pantheists. That put a big smile on my face. Thanks!!
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“A pantheist without a paycheck.” Oh, I love this notion.
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Thanks, Ron!!
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Incredibly strong line: If laid on the floor become trapdoors.
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Thank you!!! Glad you liked it.
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Great work! I’ll second all the comments above.
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Thanks!!!
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brilliant, Bob. THis is loony but I like it. Bookmarking tis. It is vintage !!!
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Thanks, John! My youngest has been watching a lot of Loony Tunes. I guess it’s been rubbing off on me. Bugs Bunny is still funny. And the poor Willie Coyote. 😊
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Great piece, Bob!
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Thank you!!
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i’m both confused and intrigued by pantheism in the way (according to AI overview) it rejects a personal creator like a best friend we can confide in and ask for help like a crutch, a “weakness” Bukowski call it but it also says pantheists believe in “God’s presence within the world.”
Anyway, i love the way your poems present almost equations- impossible beautiful ways like pancakes and karate chops that resurrect the day. I mean that really does resurrect the day, today as i head out into the great mystery of all of this.
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Pantheism is a general term. And I think it means different things to different people. But I use it to mean we are all part of the same creation. Which includes pancakes and karate chops…thank goodness.
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all part of the same creation. that must be a wonderful state of mind to be in. i don’t think i’ve ever been in that state, but i have been to idaho, just passed through, but seriously, lately i feel more like a solipsist, my new word which means totally self centered…an ugly reality that i will try and rectify today with a long walk.
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Good luck on the long walk. They are usually cathartic for me.
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thanks. it helped a bit. problem was i didn’t sleep the night before and that’s dangerous for my mental stability.
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Interesting indeed!
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Thank you!!!
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Wonderful! I love the ending.
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Thank you Diana!!
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I love the idea of a poem as a trapdoor. That’s one I’d happily fall down. Also, pancakes and karate chops…a pleasure to read, as always, Bob!
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Thank you! It’s been a while since I’ve made some pancakes. It might be a plan for this weekend.
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For sure. That sounds like a good plan!
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