Poems about Knowledge
Winds carry in far more than a storm;
they bring information, as well;
bits of knowledge that tends to inform;
even though we’re unable to tell.
We think of air as merely just oxygen;
since that’s what we need to breathe;
never considering what else is within;
far
Most of us spend a great many years;
to accomplish the goals we have set;
very often these efforts only bring tears;
and a heart that is filled with regret.
We trudge on, like prospectors searching,
in hope of finding that gold mine;
expecting to find that big strike, lurking;
Slavery and it’s minions are always marching;
they never remain devoid of their plans;
tyrants never plan to be among the starving;
even those who’ve bloodied their hands.
Beware of those seeking power over others;
their true motives are never to serve;
while taking freedoms of sisters and
We live in an age of information;
so very much has been learned;
but when it comes to dissemination;
not nearly enough is discerned.
Seed of information is plentiful;
tho much of it grows to weeds;
very little turns out bountiful;
supplying for all of our needs.
Many of its
…I am a child; offspring of the King;
ageless, and bearing little worth;
doing my best, Wisdom to bring;
for it was my purpose to birth.
I’ve traveled this road many times before;
attempting to love and to share;
now, I find myself traveling it once more;
to show
There is a place, up in the air;
we learned to store information;
it isn’t really a place or where;
for it’s the knowledge plantation.
Knowledge, has always been there;
tho we think we’re the first to bring.
But, far more is stored in that where;
for
Wisdom within creation;
leads to great beauty above;
while energy inclination;
leads to the beauty of Love.
Beauty is the result of energy;
beauty is wisdom’s son;
swirled together in synergy;
Beauty and Wisdom are One.
Outward beauty is only a tease;
real beauty is found inside;
beauty, outside;
What language does the soul speak;
is it English, French, or Spanish?
Just thinking causes my interest to peak.
If the soul speaks a word; does it vanish?
How do souls manage to communicate;
perhaps, in the way that they’re taught;
or else, instead, they will ruminate;
for the
