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In the cold gray cloudy days of an Oregon winter...A poem I just finished writing, and though it is framed from the negative, it still points the mind toward a dream of beauty, pleasure, and shared philosophy. 21st Century Epicurean Longing We have no real garden in which to meet, No bodily sensations of greetings and smiles, No warmth of hands, or hugs, Nor pats on the back. No lesson plans, no vocalized discourse, Nor daily practice of sublime repartee, No philosophical banter, or audible laug…

I love your poem! Joshua Your poetry is far more lyrical and refined than mine. You are undoubtedly the poet par excellence here.

Rewrote the "21st Century Epicurean" poem to be in the positive. I think it is much better now. An Ode to Our Future Kepos In the garden we meet, Old and new faces, Welcome: nod, wink, or smile, Greetings, warm hearts and hugs, Gratitude and congratulations, Even pats on the back, Vocalized philosophical discourse, Daily practice of sublime repartee, Witty banter and audible laughter. Shared bread, wine and cheese, (Some days homemade macaroni and cheese) Apples, pears, and pomegranates, Fig tre…

Thank you Pacatus for sharing your poem! (Quote from Pacatus) This sounds like a good way to see things, thank you.