Poetry by Lawrence R. Spencer. Poetic nonsense by Lawrence R. Spencer and others. Haiku poems by Lawrence R. Spencer.
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This is an epitaph that would be appropriate for me, except that I’m going to have my body cremated. Why should we use expensive real estate to store our dead bodies? It’s crazy! Just die and get on with enjoying your next lifetime! 🙂
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I see clearly that I’m blind.
Memories drifting through my soul
reveal that Time is in my mind:
of living deaths and never growing old.
rhythmic songs of deeds long done beat deep inside My Soul.
I know I’ve drifted far from Home.
Psychedelic drugs and atom bombs
prove we’ve all lived lives before.
I remember, mirrored darkly, through the lies
Shapeless Shades of Nothingness,
without a cause to carry, no reasons why,
afloat in spaceless voids of aimlessness.
Images of energy, space and time
are illusions of Our Will: conjurings of Our Minds.
Stuck inside a fragile shell I have no wings to fly
except with those I unfold within My Self.
— Lawrence R. Spencer. 2017. —
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John Keats (31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821) was an English Romantic poet. He was one of the main figures of the second generation of Romantic poets, along with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley, despite his works having been in publication for only four years before his death from tuberculosis at the age of 25. 🙁
Image: Cameron Gray
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Drawing from 1946, titled “Eye”, by the Dutch artist, Maurits Cornelis Escher (17 June 1898 – 27 March 1972). M.C. Escher is known for his often mathematically inspired woodcuts, lithographs, and mezzotints. These feature impossible constructions, explorations of infinity, architecture, and tessellations.
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