Best Therefrom Poems
She was an abstract woman in a clinical world
theoretically reasoning her notions were perfectly
discerning midst-chaotic sensibilities,
whilst her inane whimsicality kept semblances of
insanity eye-leveled twixt reconfigurable ideologies'
over-share & objectionably designated delicacies of
exothermic exposures pseudo-psychic phenomenons,
therefrom she found divinities were misaligned
with governmental expansions as an alternative to
spirituality and hypotheses of butterfly hurricane frolics,
'twas indubitably manifestations of poetically piddled
calculating escapism artistes & scoffing con-conspirators
Categories:
therefrom, allegory, butterfly, confusion, environment,
Form:
Alliteration
GRACE GROWS BEST IN WINTER
I had but one joy,this apple
of my eye, to preach of Christ
,my Lord.Now I hang but by
a thread,but if I may say,
it is all of Christ’s spinning;
Day by day the bloom fell
off my branches and joy did
cast its flower.And yet I might
still meet with joy up in the
rainbow’s bower.There the
good Husbandman does pick
His rose and gather His lily.
The night will close the door
And hasten my anchor within
the veil and I shall go away
to sleep,leaving others,now
to tell my tale.
An phrasis epitaph of Samuel Rutherford
using phrases selected from his letters.
Listen to me read this phrasis on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
.*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.Samuel Rutherford was a Scottish pastor (1600-1661)and one of the author’s of the Westminister confession of 1647.
Categories:
therefrom, christian, people, poetry,
Form:
Epitaph
*VIDEO of Barry Lyndon's Final by YouTube.
LYRICS by numbers.
As Loyal as a Dove
Whereth a realm ebbs loyal subjects 0:06
Causeth Spring to be it forever more 0:16
Whereth be it tide laurels of passion 0:18
Alphabets play in yards of seclusion 0:26
Transparency knew months thereon 0:29
Therefrom gaiety frolicky spirit astir 0:39
Henceforth hold lest not 'tis waning 0:41
Be immortal season on wings of joy 0:50
Immeasurable willpower delegates 0:58
Unceasing forwardness, true fronts 0:59
Incurable frivolity impatiently afoot 1:10
Breathtaking interludes tuned suite 1:15
Feathers fan away a star's ray, afar 1:16
Stars gather in secret pet the moon 1:25
Unbeknownst calamity claims total 1:36
A day breaks and cracks wide open 1:41
Incomprehensible devastation loss 1:42
Irrevocable damages seething part 1:50
Uncoupling necessitates the palace 1:51
Continuity of the kingdom is crucial 1:59
Proper impressions aire of decency 2:04
Parfume redolence domestics perk 2:09
A moral obligation in order to retain 2:15
Blank gaze across a room, coop ok 2:21
Dove pens away in her gilded cage 2:32
Schubert Piano Trio in E Flat Op 100
Film: Barry Lyndon
2022 July 26
Categories:
therefrom, boy, death, family, happiness,
Form:
Lyric
SCENES OF A CARELESS BOYHOOD
The sound of water,escaping dams
willows,old rotten planks,slimy
posts,brickwork,old timber props
wet ditches,sedges and silvery nets
towpaths without gates,horses that
tow barges collared with crimson fringe.
Wheat and thatched cottages and cornstacks
grasses in flower,bogrush bulrush and
teazle,so tall.Bindweed,wild carrot,
hemlock in bloom,cow parsley,plantain
bramble in June.
Poppy,thistle mallow
and hop.Purple heath,hills and swift
running streams,true clear freah and
brisk as champagne about to pop.
phrasis form ( From Constable letters to Rev John Fisher)
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this phrasis of mine on youtube under the name ichthys
Categories:
therefrom, art, poetry, writing,
Form:
Verse
1.cinquain.- love at first sght
Adeaide Crapsey cinquain form first motivated my interest in poetry
2.imagist- viduage
Capturing an enigmatic image into words upon my page my continuing inspiration
3.shortform. footle bonie&clyde
creating the footle form encapsulated my initial novice learning curve as a poet
4.openform-sound poems
Open form organic style marked the change in style to longer forms
5.tribute poetry- to be or not
my fascination for origins of inspiration leading to this form of poetry, in tribute to my forbears therein.
6.christian - litany prayer
My committed Christianity led me naturally to use God's poiema giftings
7.ekphrasis-descriptive the form
I discovered this form enabled me to combine my hobbies of art &poetry
8.found poetry -beyond love
The inspiration of others actual words enabled the creation of my unique poetry therefrom
9.humour/wit -silence for a clerihew
Light hearted poesie was a key part of my formative discipleship as a poet
10.love/passion -amatory ayre
Poetry is an natural vehicle for love expressions to my first & lasting
love of my life
Categories:
therefrom, life, poetry, word play,
Form:
List
LEISURE FROM LISTFULNESS
A long & dreary time,exquisite
delight has passed.A perverse
unaccountable feeling.A moment’s
reflection,a store of recollections
a painful task to concentrate upon.
Questions come thronging my pen,
difficult to convey,a matter of doubtful
expediency,leisure from listfulness,
dreamy,beautiful,inconsistent,reflective.
Passion and affections a mute sense of
attachment,yet gratifying. The end of a struggle
From Letters of Charles Dickens
A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this phrasis on youtube under name of ichthyschiro
Categories:
therefrom, poetry, writing,
Form:
Verse
This morning as I woke up,
smiling at a new day,
thinking I’m a day older,
I looked forward to another birthday,
but my mind quailed at the aftertaste
before I shared my joy
with friends and kindred:
another day had been taken away,
and my dying day advances!
Out of my window I looked
to find out the cause of the noise therefrom—
Mr. Somebody had bought two more cars:
one for himself; the other, his wife.
And delighted they were,
for now they had six cars altogether!
I shivered at the irony:
their earthly stock had reduced by two!
After my bath,
I made for the living-room.
The sights were eye-friendly: assorted gifts!
Everyone gazed interestedly at my exclusive outfit.
‘’An angel has descended Heaven!’’ they exclaimed.
An ounce of disappointment overtook my face.
All these lots had been withdrawn
from the deposit of my life wealth!
There came the merry-making,
but only I did not have fun.
‘’Are you the odd man out?’’ they asked.
But life as a paradox:
it grows every new day,
and dies every yesterday.
It is an ending game,
awaiting the stoppage time.
Categories:
therefrom, symbolism,
Form:
Didactic
UPON THE SEASHORE
Off the blue Nantucket
music of laguid hours,emerges
from the labyrinth,delicate
snail-horn perceptions of beauty,
thronging this world of sensible
things.Stirred by majesty,soft
flowing surging impressions
where sea meets sky.Infinite
purples,fragments of rainbow
gleam in the spindrift,sensuous
lively,lovely,many-hued restless
gossamer,abysm of time in a
dancing throng,slow recurrent
the rhythm of the sea,sifting the
illusion upon a seashore.
SOJOURN IN THE EXOTIC
Penetrating imagination,restless
intellect’s perverse ingenuity
and worse, in imperishable
lines eerily luminous corescate
like brilliant pyrotechnics.A wind
that blows aloof,ebbs and flows
of the familiar and the strange.
A picturesque protracted sojourn
in the exotic,a periennial longing
to be what we are not.The paradox
reasserts itself and glamour fades.
A phrasis verse from - John Livingston Lowes
Convention& Revolt
From John Livingston Lowes
Convention& Revolt
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this and other of my phrasis on youtube under name ichthyschiro
Categories:
therefrom, poetry, writing,
Form:
Verse
We all have a legacy, which we shall all eventually leave behind
Yet how shall it read, within its epitome or epitaph?
As I beheld these words, their writings
I could tell that they were brought forth from ones soul....
While sitting by this peaceful brooke, of serenities everflow
Wrapped in the warmth of Heavens graceful tide
Contemplating, what remarks I could render
In reposed reply unto it all, from the depths of my heart
To the hopeful sanctum of their own?
Often I have turned, shunning the false perceptions of greatness
Within the eyes of the world....
Always pointing away from the created, to 'The Creator'
To lift this candle of truth, unto, the fountain of praise deserved
Wherefore do I find these gifts of others, which I have professed!
But first, I must turn unto my very own soul....
Beholding them beyond the stagnant mirrors of conception
Wherein the clouds of vague, do they often reside?
Kneeling atop this bank, and dipping my hands beneath the shallow waters
Exhuming therefrom what treasures, which these my open palms may find....
As I ponder what breath do we take that is lasting, in this our world?
And what impacts upon others, if any, will this their write leave behind?
This story, the ultimate question, to the honest answer, that I shall hold!
For to live only unto thyself, I have often considered, believed
Is but to slowly bleed, the inevitable death, of ones very own life....
Yet to offer it unto others, while you walk, you breathe, you live
Is, truly wealth beyond any measure~crossing the barriers of trident time
So what do I say in response, to these words which I have read?
As I turn to the purest source of truth, now standing before my eyes!
Let me speak not, before this reflection of thought reflected
Has been brushed by this glow of reason, these reasons that I find
Searching for, within their writings, this response unto....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Legacy of Light ~
Categories:
therefrom, art, life, love, people
Form:
Religious,
and perhaps all pedagogical traditions,
are variations on a creation story theme,
both rooted in, and feeding on, multicultural evidence
of faith in polyculturally expanding
mental-crown/physical-root
therapeutic resonant wealth/resilient health-integrity
Fruit of Holy Spirit/Nature co-arising love/life outcomes,
actively loving trusted truths
with peak experienced sacred beauty,
and or diverse
more monotheistic Truth v polytheistic Beauty
fundamentally monoculturing,
monopolistic,
colonizing
abusive and neglectful
demonically dispirited
dissociative ideation,
irreligious actively distrusting trauma,
unnatural,
dis-organically disorganizing
rabidly anti-womanist
homophobic
racist
and anti-spiritual idolatries.
Metaphysics,
religious and scientific and aesthetically woven creation stories,
are bicamerally reconnecting
mindful trust and sacred body beauty
of humane EarthMother
indigenously polytheistic faith
in FatherSun+EarthMother
prime enlightening+empowering
ego/ecosystemic
inhaling/exhaling
informing/exflowing
positive wealth/health co-relationship.
Faith evolves an external landscape cultural projection
of an internal co-empathic landscape
empowering neurosystemic inclusivity
and economically ecological
re-connecting
co-arising peak inter-religioning gratitude,
and degenerative dissonance therefrom.
Gratitude
is a Basic Trust
aptic-empathic response
formed through the experiential praxis of agapic love,
tribal integrity,
RNA/DNA synergy;
the Holy holistic gestalt
of becoming ReGenerate Issue-Identity Awareness;
original intent of deeply enlightened co-gravity's bicameral listening
for healthy WinWin self-identity nutritional opportunities
with diminishing LoseLose risks through decomposition of WinLose networks,
internal and external.
Sociopathology:
My problem is that I am not the center of my universe.
Sociotherapy:
My solution is to perma-multi culturally reintegrate
within our shared universal (0)-soul center,
each moment,
each thought within time,
each relationship between times,
each resonantly resolving development
of EarthTribe's ecologically unfolding time.
Categories:
therefrom, beauty, earth, health, religion,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
Friendship: Just Like a Palm Tree
By Izunna Okafor
From the crusts of lonely loams
It gently roots inner and outer
And softly pullulates harder and taller
To register its purpose to mankind.
Like the trunk, the bond glues harder
To the closely open hearts of soil
Who signed for mutual reciprocation.
Its oil heals internal and external wounds
Smoothens the rough path in the journey of life
And generally satisfies the ravenous and thirsty mind
Amidst love, sweetness and uncommon affableness.
It is a shelter
To those who faithfully embrace it
It is a protection
From both the seen and the unseen blitzes.
Though it might be swayed or troubled at times
The frond fans away fears, worries and anxieties
And breezes up pleasure and comfort
Drawing from the wind and coolness of the heavens above.
From its base to the apex
Valuable is every tranche thereof
Beholding its mutual and universal foredeal
Both in the long and the short runs.
Just like a palmtree
Friendship is fecund, impactful, virtuous and gainful
Though bad may fitfully come therefrom
That, the good utterly outweighs.
About the Poet:
Izunna Okafor is a bourgeoning novelist, poet, journalist, essayist, publicist, administrator and an Igbo Language Activist who hails from Ebenator in Nnewi South Local Government Area of Anambra State.
He writes both in Igbo and English Languages, and has published enormously in both.
Izunna, a graduate of the Nnamdi Azikiwe University, has won over 20 literary awards, has four published books to his credit, in addition to hundreds of online publications, which cut across Journalism and Creative Writing.
Categories:
therefrom, 8th grade, best friend,
Form:
Epic
INNER NEEDS
This inner Harmony,an
abstract message,its meaning
lost ‘til unconsciously heard,
unfettered,beyond its boundaries
becomes a picture to reproduce
the divine.Inward vitality,the
stress of inner need to outer
impulse,scattered upon canvas
shrinks not from innovation.
From Kandinsky Art Of Harmony
CREATIVITY
Art,transitory & isolated
purposeless in the unconscious.
A mystery,its meaning
springs from the soul by an
inner need ,outwards &
upwards,a melodic composition,
simple line,a common motion,
complex in flavour.Symphonic
in scale,impressions improvised
uttered with maturity.
From Kandinsky Art Of Harmony
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read these phrasis structured prose of mine upon youtube under name ichthychiro
Categories:
therefrom, art, inspiration, writing,
Form:
Verse
There is no part of life mine alone,
If regarding my whole existence.
What belongs to me is only flesh and bone,
Therefrom this life has subsistence.
Down on the farm I was buying time,
The universe I studied for reason.
Sweetest wine carried me through my prime,
It numbed my pain in every season.
There arrived torturous days galling,
Mainly dispiriting to my mentality.
Yet I operated above whatever was appalling,
I just dared not easily show my fragility.
All this and more, it kept me sane,
Scarcely a day I had without sin.
There was the neglect, and profanity arcane,
Its blasphemous speech was akin.
On a dry creek bed I oft-times laid,
Looking up at the sky in a daze.
Habitually I went there and quietly played,
Literally it was a place I could laze.
Sometimes I caught fresh tadpoles,
Then cooked them in a tin pot.
These larvae's I collected from tiny water holes,
An acquired taste they were hot.
But only to the conversant hillbilly,
I rather was such in an awful rut.
It wasn't something I could flee quite freely,
So in my misery I feasted on smut.
Actually I tried to glance elsewhere,
But I felt like a slave to this stain.
They looked so pretty in their neckwear,
Several were butt naked in the rain.
Across the flat fields cattle grazed,
Completely ignoring the crows.
A vineyard nigh I watched over unfazed,
Lady of plight too would impose.
The grapes of despair I grew there,
Relying on ***** men in chains.
They worked all day till dusk without fanfare,
And none of them had notable names.
It was a harsh country for the folk,
Ye all marked fateful on a tether.
Unfortunates who had no rights to provoke,
Things there were cruel altogether.
The slave tarts I occasionally took,
Most offered no fiery resistance.
But when one did I quickly gave her the hook,
It meant she'd hang in an instance.
Until the grapes of despair expire,
I shall continue my trade of sin.
Down on the farm I expect this life to backfire,
Postulating fears to my hell therein.
Categories:
therefrom, dark, pain, sad, slavery,
Form:
Rhyme
*Image of My Cup Runneth Over by Church atta Creek.
A Cup Runneth Over
we're sorry no pets
poststorm dog barks wag nonstop
an arched cat hisses
cool shades show a view
advanced a treat much delight
sun-kissed blossoming
a smile comes my way
my countenance is induced
courtesies likewise
get the camera
oh just about almost there
outstretched stance crying
you bought only games
I hate it there's no Xbox
it's still in the car
it's a wink of time
that will endure evermore
it's a lifetime rise
two friends meet one more
threesome playing together
greatness in numbers
baseball team haircut
eleven members now bald
boy with cancer hugged
ere the knell chimes in
fun times at reminiscing
hugs and love abide
public tree planting
when the old plant trees whose shade
they'll not sit under
how true can love be
our enemies still fight on
for whom the bell tolls
pick a tight corner
not a wide open field then
get them one by one
what is confidence
'tis fear that dwells deep within you
wear the whole armor
sip his Words therefrom
drown in them force need to breathe
substitutes wisdom
child beseech not I
for He lives within your heart
your faiths will bless you
don't busy yourself
filling other cups but yours
God will fill your cup
I am quite content
I've more than enough for a
cup runneth over
2022 July 27
Pick-A-Title, Vol 31
~~Edward Ibeh
Categories:
therefrom, beautiful, bible, christian, extended
Form:
Haiku
ALL IS SIMPLICITY
Create a little business for
the Eye to be drawn from
trees, to return them with more
glee.Variety, lively touches,
surprising effects to make
the heart dance so pictures
walk out from their frame.
All is simplicity and elegance
almost motionless plainness
in a grand style.The eye may
be cheated by appearance and
size, as a tune confused by a
false bass, a fictious bundle of
trumpery in poetical impossibilities.
Fools talk of imitation and
copying, all is imitation, what
makes the difference,not genius
or conception but performance.
From Thomas Gainsborough letters
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this phrasis of mine on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
Categories:
therefrom, art, poetry, writing,
Form:
Verse