Socratic Poems - Poems about Socratic

Is love enough, When there is rain and snow? The sky is falling, the climate is rough, Well, I may never know. So, I asked Eros, hoping he'd know, He smiled with a prudent glow, Knowing the answer, ready to show, He answered in a Socratic flow. Through the tempest, as snowflakes dance, Love's resilience, a timeless romance. In the turmoil of the sky's wild...

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Write compelling aphorisms poetically, is convinced and resolute posture in poem, On a treadmill of wisdom with a Socratic mantle!...

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he taught simple terms. simple word usage. he also taught what was referred to as controversial. words that had double meaning, and words that spelled backward were precursors to debate. They called this session of teaching Word Artricle or References to Wrong These were the teachings of Platonic Order a reference to Socrates not the actual teachings of Socrates but it was derived from the...

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At 1st, Words On Words ... Engage Exceptions, Uncertainty Opened, Tension, Thought, Comprehension, Insights Discovered, Fresh Paradigm Apprehension ! And All Started, With the Ramchal's Call for Dialectic Investigation...

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I'm one of the most devout Catholics who practice humility; others still try to figure me out. My character can be axiomatic... when it declares the Socratic philosophy, which is rejected today and standing up I begin to shout: " World, become more altruistic! " Politicians speak eloquently from the podium; we can tell who lies, or who denies a tryst; Pope...

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An insane System by any other name Should still be considered simply insane A prison by any other name Could well be the throne Of a primitivist's brain A lifestyle by any other name Would prefer to be called a "subculture" A truth by any other name May well be an early grave After passing around A bit of the blame - Do we...

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In your restless slumbers you feel me, I know you feel me. Always by your side like an iron rusted sword Dull to the touch and stranded to the length of your back. Your sudden sighs will be the ocean churning and The waves that collapse against the shore. Every ache you undergo will emit a moan So...

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