Thriller or Man in the Mirror?

Earlier yesterday, I was downloading some of Michael Jackson's greatest hits. I can't tell you why because I don't even know the reason, I just had the urge to listen to some of his songs. While I was looking up lyrics to one, I came across a site which claimed that MJ had written poetry. This seemed a bit odd to me as I never pictured him as the poet. Then I began to think about how each of his songs could be seen as a poem.

On this site was an article discussing the this poem, trying to figure out what meaning it had behind it. There were two different ways to look at it, the poem stated. One being sentimental and calming. The other was a bit perverse. Although we are aware of Michael Jackson's past, isn't it possible to look at something he wrote without making it sexual? Or is that what he intended? I'll let you make the decision.

Children of the world, we'll do it We'll meet on endless shores Making sandcastles and floating our boats While people fight and defend their point of view Forever putting on masks that are new We'll swing the tide of time and do it.

Children of the world, we'll do it With song and dance and innocent bliss And the soft caress of a loving kiss We'll do it.

While traders trade and haggle their price

And politicians try so hard to be nice

We'll meet on endless shores and floating our boats We'll do it.

While lawyers argue and doctors treat Stockbrokers quote the price on meat While preachers preach and ring the bell Carpetbaggers with something to sell We'll sing and dance in innocent bliss With the soft caress of a loving kiss We'll do it. Meeting on endless shores Making sandcastles and floating our boats We'll do it.

We'll ride the rainbow, a cloud, a storm Flying in the wind, we'll change our form We'll reach the stars, embrace the moon We'll break the barrier and be there soon

While architects plan their buildings high And trade unions raise their hue and cry While boardroom squabbles generate heat And in secret places dealers meet

We'll sing and dance in innocent bliss And the soft caress of a loving kiss We'll do it.

While philosophers grapple and continue to tackle Endless dilemmas of body and mind Physicists wander, continue to ponder Perennial questions of space and time Archeologists survey, continue to dig Bygone treasures small and big

Psychologists probe, analyze the tears Of hysterical notions, phobias, fears

While priests take confessions In a serious session And people struggle In the hustle and bustle In the noise and din On the meaning of sin We'll touch the stars, embrace the moon Break the barrier, arrive there soon Ride the rainbow, the cloud, the storm Flying in the wind, changing our form

Children of the world, we'll do it With song and dance and innocent bliss The soft caress of a loving kiss We'll do it.

Who will attend my funeral?

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DOROTHEA GROSSMAN

It occurs to me that,

when I die,

they might find the necklace

I dropped behind the bed

and wonder

how long it was there,

and whether I’d missed it.

But will they care

about my favorite color,

my long-range plans,

or my habit of searching myself

for signs of rust?

chicken or egg?

rational argument

are any arguments rational?

the word "Philosophy" comes from the Greek φιλοσοφία [philosophia], which literally means "love of wisdom.”

aristotle's philosophy aims at the universal

my neighbor dressed up as aristotle in 7^th grade.

encompassed virtually all facets of intellectual inquiry.

plato's philosophy of Forms constitutes an objective moral world.

one who spends his life pondering questions that no one has asked, which have no answers, for use in debates of no meaning.

ignorant fool.

[empiricism, nihilism, subjectivism, constructivism, pantheism, intrinsicism, solipsism, objectivism, nominalism, conventionalism, materialism, accidentalism, irrationalism, emotionalism, representationalism, phenomenalism, agnosticism, intuitionism, theism, skepticism, esotericism, probabilism, rationalism, foundationalism, coherentism, atheism, relativism, mysticism, altruism, idealism, fatalism, hedonism, humanism, inhumanism, pragmatism, sensualism, utilitarianism, egoism, anarchism, animism, determinism, behaviorism, capitalism, transcendentalism, dualism, collectivism, cannibalism, axhilism, libertarianism, dogmatism, egalitarianism, immoralism, individualism, existentialism, interpretevism, logicism, meliorism, multiculturalism, reductionism, secularism, socialism, stoicism, and aestheticism.]

fire. earth. water. air. aether.

National Poetry Month

April is National Poetry Month...

open a poetry book or write your own poem!

mickey ears, screaming children & 10,000 suitcases

It's hard to believe that my last Spring Break has come to an end. I have six weeks left of college then it's off to the real world. Don't you dare ask me what my plan is when May comes because I have no idea!

I'm currently sitting in the Orlando airport waiting for my flight. I've been here for five hours already because I missed my flight this morning and the next one doesn't come till late tonight. All this time has forced me to be an avid people-watcher. I'm surrounded by Disney souvenirs, screaming babies, women who can't walk in their high heels, lost tourists, McDonalds, long lines coming out of the bathrooms and my delicious icy cold Coke. All this people watching made me wonder if any poets had used their observations as inspriation for their poems. I did a few searches online and came upon a few poems which brightened my day!

People Watching

by Debby Peebles

I'm watching the people,
who are watching their steps.
As they walk through life's days
and they watch other people passing them by,
like the sunlight and the shadows,
of another passing day.

I wonder, as watch, as the people move by,
as they wander away from me
and they move through their lives,
on their way to a home?
Or a family?
Or nowhere,
to nothing?

And as I watch and I wonder,
where they've come from and where
do they go.
Do they go there alone or into the arms
and the bossoms of ones who they love.
As watch and I wonder,
on my seat, all alone.

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People Watching

by Emma Feneley

You can read from his hands he's an artist,
Though in hers there's a lack of self pride,
Just to catch a smile as it falters
Is to gaze on whatever they hide.

Their eyes become novels of feeling,
But it's laughter that voices the soul
And the child within seems to surface
With troubles they think they control.

A shame is to glance at their company,
To watch Their watch them

quarter pounder, big mac & filet-o-fish

you wouldn't think that McDonalds would incorporate poetry into their advertisements, but this proves us wrong.