Edward A. Morris

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My thoughts of you, and yours of me,
Can be portrayed mathematically:
To sum up every complex trait
We factorize and integrate,
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What wafting of wisdom! Such saccharine sound!
Deft diction's depictions, opaque and profound!
So ruminants rumble and mumble and seek
To mine out much marrow, obtuse and oblique.
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Truth as we see it
Is not as we’d choose it.
The true say “so be it, ”
The truthless refuse it.
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Poor ol' Pyrrho, he's the hero
Of my somber poetry:
Couldn't figure how to pick your
Core beliefs with certainty.
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If your ego is capacious
Or your appetite voracious
For a plucky, pertinacious
Confidence in cherished creeds,
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(A tribute to the John Muir quote, 'The mountains are calling and I must go.')


From pine-scented forests, past boulders and streams,
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The ancient anguish of a hurting heart
Bequeaths no beauteous scene to me today.
It's just a jagged chasm gashed apart,
A stream with boulders strewn in disarray.
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If everything were simple it would shape just like a brain,
And I'd take it out and look at it and never feel a pain,
And I'd pity poorer mortals who didn't care if it were true,
For the clear and simple reasons that explained their shallow view,
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The account of Descartes was redoubtable:
“I exist, since this thought is undoubtable.”
Mister Hume peered inside,
Said, “I see naught besides
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A hopelessly poetic guy met
A scientist studying climate.
Nearly all that she said
Went right over his head,
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A lot of the limericks I've known
Were composed for adult ears alone.
I guess that applies
To this one likewise,
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When Toby removed to Paree
The people all called him Tobee.
"That's not me, " he'd plead,
Then finally concede
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Don't mourn approaching darkness;
It will only bring you woe.
Before each sunset disappears,
Admire its fiery glow.
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Don't gamble with winter: it's cold!
Too cold to be chill, cool, or bold.
So cold the deck's stacked;
I accept the cold fact—
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Into the mossy woods I creep,
Where daylight flees and shadows leap.
Who knows what creatures slink and prowl,
Seen only by the hooting owl?
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