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"Murphy was an optimist!"

Hopes and dreams August 13, 2013 8:38 pm

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry
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Hopes and dreams
Misplaced ambitions;
Life too short
For wasted time,
And silly superstitions.

Hopes and dreams
Driving youth
Towards ends and means;
Without direction,
Nor goals which Wisdom brings.

Hopes and dreams
Lost over time;
Replaced by routine,
Obligation and burden.

Hopes and dreams
Aged away;
Faded day by day,
Ill guided
And never realized.

Hopes and dreams
Wasted upon the youth,
Who have the vision,
But lack the Wisdom,
To see a dream,
Come to fruition.

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Sinking February 18, 2013 9:01 am

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry
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Legs of lead
Mind of mush
Sadness too much.

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The Silent Pulse January 6, 2013 10:34 pm

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry
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At the heart of each of us, whatever our imperfections, there exists a silent pulse of perfect rhythm, a complex of wave forms and resonances, which is absolutely individual and unique, and yet which connects us to everything in the universe. The act of getting in touch with this pulse can transform our personal experience and in some way alter the world around us.

[Source, George Leonard, The Silent Pulse: A Search for the Perfect Rhythm that Exists in Each of Us]

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How to be alone June 21, 2012 7:46 am

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry
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This is a beautiful poem by filmmaker, Andrea Dorfman (FB), and poet/singer/songwriter, Tanya Davis (FB). I encourage you to watch the entire video. Consider watching it alone.

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Such a beautiful day! May 27, 2012 12:57 pm

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Daily Life, Family, Of Being Dad, Philosophy, Poetry
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Tis a beautiful Sunday
On a three day weekend
The sun shines brightly
And I think of working on Amy’s clubhouse
I imagine playing with my children
Riding bikes and swimming
Frisbee golf and adventures
Explorations and local attractions
I think of cleaning the garage
And improving the house
All while typing away at my computer
So that perhaps the next beautiful Sunday
I can make these things a reality.

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To rue the day or not to rue the day May 14, 2012 9:02 am

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Daily Life, Deep Thoughts, Philosophy, Poetry
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This day shall not own me!
For it is Monday
And I am master of my calendar!

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Oral Happiness May 9, 2012 2:18 pm

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry, Touchy Subjects
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Stuck it in the mouth
And wiggled it about
Thrust back and forth
Then took it out
The stuff left behind
Was then spat out
Felt so good
Want to do it again
Brushing teeth
Leaves such a grin!

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I will change the world April 17, 2012 5:04 pm

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry
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I recall childhood dreams
And the adult in me
Misses them
So it seems
All I have left are
Daydreams.

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Protected: That hollow feeling in the chest September 27, 2011 1:59 pm

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Daily Life, Mental, Philosophy, Poetry
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MANKIND from Grooks by Piet Hein August 19, 2011 8:46 am

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Tim Minchin’s Anti-woo beat poem Storm April 8, 2011 6:10 pm

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Humor, Philosophy, Poetry, Touchy Subjects
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Very well produced!

Seen on BoingBoing.

What is woo-woo?

Woo-woo (or just plain woo) refers to ideas considered irrational or based on extremely flimsy evidence or that appeal to mysterious occult forces or powers.

[Source, Skeptic’s Dictionary]

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An Artificial Light March 3, 2011 7:09 pm

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry
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[n.b. 1st draft of an incomplete one that’s been sitting on a piece of paper far too long]

There’s a crowd in here
With so many voices
   and so many noises
How can one be so alone
In such a crowded room

There’s a party in here
Everyone is having fun
Except for one
Who knows
It’s an artificial light.

With a flicker flutter
   Pop a fizz
We’re all aware
We all know
It’s an artificial light
   about to blow
And the darkness comes
Because all artificial lights
   burn out
The light has to go.

The sun is shining bright
Birds are singing
Daises tickle the bellies
   of cats playing with dogs
Rain has washed the clouds away
Only fog in the shadows remain
The sun is shining bright
It’s an artificial light.

A shiny man lies in my closet
He wears the clothes
   that no longer fit me
The light in the closet
   burned out long ago
The shiny man does not care
He lives in the darkness
   with nothing to fear
But an artificial light.

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The Past Clings Forever to the Future February 16, 2011 8:53 am

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry
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The Past cannot be undone
And will always haunt The Future
We extol ourselves,
“Learn from the past”
While brooding with regret
Frustrated, lacking the ability to forget
The desire to move forward; hampered
By our bygone action which shackles us
Immobilized
Frozen
Unable to escape its grip
The Past is one with us
No separating from it
No forgetting
Perpetually haunted by its ghosts
When at last, you have forgiven yourself
And believe yourself to have moved on
The Past latches on like a Tigress
Pouncing upon Her prey
Not even Death provides absolution
For you take The Past to your grave
And worse
Leave some for those left behind.

The simple solution to keeping The Past at bay
Be inhuman
Never make a mistake.

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Living large September 5, 2010 10:17 am

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry
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I will do everything big!
For no success should go unnoticed
No voice unheard
No risk taken without chance of harm
No conditional love
No joy mundane
And no mistake can ever be small.

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Tomorrow’s Future April 29, 2010 3:21 pm

Posted by Doug McCaughan in : Philosophy, Poetry
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If there was a future in my past
At present I can see
There was no future in it for me.
I awoke living each day for tomorrow
And slept lamenting yesterday.
Today I can only think
Of going back and doing it differently.
Tomorrow will be a new day
Then I can begin to live my future
Much more happily.

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