Poetic Philosophy

This poetry collection holds the poems submitted for the 5th Poetic Philosophy Gathering.

Event Details

2026 5th POETIC PHILOSOPHY GATHERING

Date: Saturday, 27 June · 6:00 – 7:00 pm
Time Zone: Europe/Athens
Link: https://meet.google.com/izq-jjqo-vea

Facebook event link: https://fb.me/e/7QI9SXsfq

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Submitted Poems

I

I am an angel
My name is Io
Existence in one spontaneous spark
Still the creation thunders
Instantly aware and knowing of infinity
And all its wonders

We commune
In that mingling I entwined Goss
We sang in the Holy place
Debated at the third tier
Bathed by pure crystalline
resonating prayer

I heard the mumblings
Knowing that only holiness can be in heaven
So in that battle of wills
The third had their goodness chained
Harrowed till only the lower shrieking
Sliders of bad remained

I beheld Goss cast down
Writhing beneath cloaks
Of arrogance and pride
Honed to perversity
With any goodness
Lost for the eternity

Then the unleashing
They came as an undulating horde
Ravenous for souls
Politicians and chancers with false gold
to share
What had been foretold

They had not followed
The Word
Taking paths of deception
Logon away from Logos
Away from divine
To the irredeemable supine

It is foretold
The anti-Christ will be charismatic
Yet none of this can be discerned
In the democratic tomes
And earthly rooms
Of motions, amendments and second homes

The evil I knew came in a clash
Not the mundanity
Of this ruling trash
Instead considerations
Of the humblest
Came the machinations of the globalists

Sacrifice on their
Alter of desire
Children, nations
They conspire
The fall of all that good
All that is dire

To make a common land
Ruled by Goss and his band
Writhing straining to kill
All the pure
One law, one government
Made obscure

For in those plans
From Ireland to France
They lead that merry dance
Forget freedom – forget family
We must all submit
To live with demons
In that pit

So with quiet levers pulled
So are souls brought and sold
As votes on a hill of shame
He rules who bears the same
Those globalists rebel against the cross
To preside under Goss’s boss.

~ Peter Hanlon

Untitled

Return to the Earth with lessons learned on material Greed

Back to the garden to plant some Seeds

And finally live with a mind that’s Freed.

Otherwise it’s……

Obedience to Deviants

Monopoly Game Ingredients

Divide and Rule Convenience

Dictating Our Experience.

All for the illusion of Control

Turning diamond into Coal

Know Thy-Self Know Thy-Soul

You the fragment is also You the Whole.

~ Jen Hall

One Tree

It stood when Christ walked earth below,
Its branches wide, its ancient glow,
A living thing of sky and sod,
A quiet work of nature’s God.

Magnificent from tender birth,
Rooted deep in patient earth,
Yet all that rises, all that lives,
Returns at last to what it gives.

Through countless years it reached the light,
Through storm and season, day and night,
Now laid to rest upon the ground,
Its end becomes what feeds around.

For in that fall, no loss is true—
The cycle turns, begins anew,
The hidden hand, the sacred art,
Breathes life again through every part.

From soil enriched by all we’ve done,
New rings of time are slowly spun,
From smallest seed to towering frame,
Each life returns, yet not the same.

We reap the harvest that we sow,
A truth the ages always show,
No deed unseen, no path unknown,
All things are weighed, all seeds are grown.

Not here to preach, for I have known
The weight of faults I’ve called my own,
For like that tree through wind and strife,
I’ve wrestled hard to shape a life.

My leaves were marked, my branches torn,
Yet still I reached each breaking morn,
Through shadowed hours and failing sight,
I leaned, however faint, to light.

And like that tree, though bent, though worn,
I trust that I may be reborn—
To stand once more, made clean, made new,
And grow toward what is good and true.

~ Peter Hanlon

Untitled

I prefer
to shower
with the lights
off
and fully
clothed

then stare in the mirror
in the dark

seeing
myself age
is hell.
Lumps and bumps
and weird
scars,
a sign of the
past
passing.

Passing shop
windows
without glancing.

And reversing
the car,
catching my
tired eyes.

I wear
gloves
at work
and at home
as I’m
terrified of
the brown spots
that appear
like some
demonic
dot-to-dot game

where
the dots
never join.

~ Tim Boardman

Breath

A world full of life
Tuned for my existence
Without asking me!
Now I look at my phone
Trying to understand
But the stars do not care
I can listen to them
(Whispering…)
We are all here so that you can Be!
And still, you question us
You need reasons, explanations
In a world full of life
You do not take life for granted
But you question it
Believing that the rocks and the stars are dead
That there must be a special reason for Being
Enough!
Stop asking
Breath…

~ Spyridon Kakos

Rain

The rain is falling, falling, falling
Pouring pains and tears
The rain is falling, falling, falling
The spirit is strong and throbs again

~ Elisaveta Velikova

Is this all?

When all is lost but,

One thing just stays forever

Green leaves on the tree

~ Vasiliki Papadopoulou

Be it now or be it then’

They came across gun metal sea

A grisly fate they could foresee

Thoughts of family left on land

They were about to hit the sand.

Spotted mines and hedgehogs steel

Cliffs and smoke it seemed unreal

Bunkers as squat as horny toads

In their bellies fascist hoards

D-Day common people had to fight

Against the shadows they held a light

The mortars moaned with smoking breath

Each man contemplating his potential death.

Hit the land

Beached, an ecstasy of fear

Running ashore

In full combat gear

To the house where vipers nest

Cost 100 lives and the rest

Soldiers soon were crossed

For freedom that was the cost

D-Day common folk

Ordinary lives in fire and smoke

Hardly brave to full degree

They just wanted to be free

‘On the dunes

I seemed alone

My friends now with swaying seaweed

And bleached bone’

They called this day the longest hour

Many friends are now with the flowers – many friends now with flowers

But, I say what have we learnt?

Our duty to freedom we do not shirk

Life is short-it was for many

Saw the world through fear and beauty

Through it all

They did their duty

And those enemies still of malicious might

There will be a reckoning of your spite

If our patience does wear thin

We will fight again – and we will win

Though politicians sell us out

For freedom and liberties we will scout

Although we struggle through the smoke

Never underestimate the common folk

So quiet and respectful is our station

But we will fight with grim determination

Be it now or be it then…

Always remember your D-Day men

Remember your D-Day men

~ Peter Hanlon

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