Gus More Poems

Driving Along Ocean Drive The sky is baby blue with big puffy white clouds being looked at by the crowds, big puffy white clouds; slightly blue like a Cadillac rolling along, rolling along, rolling along Ocean Drive. Smiling at the people, the driver waves laughing; Waves lapping - waves, waves, waves. A girl sitting on my legs with favored smiles -  raves, waves -  barely behaved waves; and sings out loud: “We’re driving along... Ocean Drive” © 2017 Gus More https://www.patreon.com/gusmore

  易經 Chinese Sentiment Poem Change is slow, ...sorrow constant. Hope, like spice - is sprinkled throughout… Poem by Gus More © 2015 https://www.patreon.com/gusmore Inspired by a traditional Chinese musical composition. (Calligraphy, and Yin & Yang Symbol are not Gus More copyrights)

  Morals, Ethics, and Non-Cognitivism Ooo… Ah… Ha! Shhhh…  Coo… From guttural sounds came la, la, la and  A E I O U Then Alphabets from phonons, and little words too; then phrases, Epic Poems, Postgraduate Dissertations; and the latest News. Immense amounts of mental work and Social Selection causing Brain Evolution. Every word - an Ethical and Moral testimony, about life without Language. Non-cognitivism is proven wrong with every word, and every phrase, with every speech, and every praise; with every contract, with every poem, with every school and every song. Gus More © 2021 All rights reserved https://www.patreon.com/gusmore

  Number Theory What’s to theorize about numbers? For 1 is 1, and 2 is 2, not to mention 3, and the rest  of the Counting Numbers, each one being  ‘more than equal ‘  - an absolute Identity. Yet 1,  is any Polynomial reducible to Unum... ...and there’s no such thing as equality, as any Engineer will tell you. So it seems numbers, unlike Geometry, are often  real world folly - for what do 1 spaceship and 1 primate have in common? ...certainly not Numerical Identity, nor even real equality. Geometry, with its relative proportions, seems more certain  than the nominatives we called numbers -  whose meanings are  ‘mere assignments’  of 1 to 1 Correspondence. Gus More © 2021 All Rights Reserved https://www.patreon.com/gusmore

  Reign and Rain Have you noticed that Reign and Rain two words that sound the same have to do with Fire and Water; for Reign plus -ite is Reignite, and Rain is drops of water? And why it’s so and the need to know, is an Epistemological Political Matter. Etymology notwithstanding,  nor gaps in common logic - minds seek correlation while knowledge seems to frolic. Or is it that Rain and Reign as metaphors for tears and pain, indicate, perhaps too late, that tyranny has turned the Sovereign? Gus More © 2021 January https://www.patreon.com/gusmore

  Aggregate Discontents Aggregate Discontents have built up on this Continent. Sheeple People, lying Leaders, timid Reasonables, and malfeasance  - a heap  of Cognitive Dissonance. Instead of structural fixes, conflict flexes its muscles. Wrong is Right and  Right is Wrong The Left has left: Defense to Right, Civics to comedians and cartoons; and Economics to CEO’s,  and Banksters - far, far, away. And we here, the present -  hear the media, like fools in a Greek Drama. Perhaps there’s wisdom, and some solace, in the  Parable of The House Divided, that by any other name  is still in essence The Hegelian Dialectic recited. Gus More © 2021 January https://www.patreon.com/gusmore

  The Myth of Orchids Once upon a time, there was a Victorian Gentleman. Having caught his fancy he was introduced,  officially, to a Debutante. After exchanging customary greetings, he looked deeply into her eyes and asked “Flowers or Kids?” Would her answer be an acceptance, a postponement… an avoidance?  Would he chase the world over for a unique flower  in that relationship substitute known as  Courtly Love? ...or sublimate his desire with flowers,  markets,  profits? or... ...would they marry? The moment was transcendental, sustained in time and place; essentially fading into eternity then echoed by the void... Through millions of courtships - “Flowers or Kids?” was being, kept being, and continued to be asked; And with recurring frequency those specific flowers were named which we today call “Orchids”. © 2001 Gus More https://www.patreon.com/gusmore

  Mouse in a Cheese house There once was a mouse, who lived in a  cheese brick house. To eat himself  out of Home and of House, or defer instant gratification until winter had passed... was his cognitive dissonance - far beyond innocence, a balance of Wisdom and Passion, a Lesson of Rations - the Power of  Then over Now. Recounting and telling, he learned math and spelling -  figured it out - and had both food and dwelling, this mouse with a cheese brick House. Gus More © October 2019 All Rights Reserved https://www.patreon.com/gusmore