Some perhaps more fortunate poets will
With greater ease urge their heeding quill,
To tell in switching tones many juicy tales,
Of love-aided treks and shipwrecked sails.
Not so for this goofing lyricist whose
Heart-felt lays Muse hesitates to aid.
His adequately regaling yarns refuse
To relay accounts by raw feeling said.
While true impulse says song is sweet,
His loth pen lies that such ditties cheat
The listening heart with strange sights,
With fake ideals set on fictious heights.
Although unsullied emotion colors love
As that rare thing that it has often been,
His pabulum lines mar it with banal ink,
Cladding in dross the slick gold unseen.
The blundering odist displays want of skill,
But let his themes not lose their latent thrill.
Categories:
fictious, art,
Form: Rhyme
Fantasy is what we desire.
Reality is what we need.
Life is a meteorite.
Life is beautiful.
In a form of fire,but
in a form of water.
From a ninety degree angle ,
I see only one side of it.
From a hundred and eighty degree angle,
I see only what I can.
From a three hundred and eighty degree angle,
I see clearly what my God provides.
It is fictious or rather a paradox,
but actually it is true.
It is reality.
It is how we feel that matters.
It is how we see that shields us.
It is the life of creativity.
Though I feel it is the life of-
deceiving nature.
It is not our fault though.
We are all born of the sin,
but it is how you see and give away-
that counts the race for you.
Categories:
fictious, life,
Form: ABC
If Is Nexuses
If is nexuses
Is it also infectious
Or just fictious.
Jim Horn
Categories:
fictious, humorous,
Form: Haiku
Eyes wide open flourish reason,
battle yet is not something thou deed;
yet a subtle sense of all hearts mission,
convey's me somewhere beyond our being,
viola clumps an spars everywhere beaming;
vision of an old linen, textured in gold,
lusting to eliminate deamoning,
tender for existence uphold
bursting love in a fictious breathening.
Tho' no one that bold to reach out grab an fold
for no one on earth betold; what thou linen kept untold.
Date : 09/24/2016
Categories:
fictious, crush,
Form: Elegy
matchless texture is it not to thee
fictious in devotion for it can be
worshiped by many but few devour
peacfull it is to see an angels myth
brings pleasure to all humans bliss
wonderer of thy wings hith
thou art pure by body and soul
eyes have not seen thy lashes roll
nor wings to fall but rather call
Categories:
fictious, angel,
Form: Elegy
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:
fictious, art, poetry, writing,
Form: Verse
hey foe!!...
how long we lived in our comfort cages??
what lust for dirty blood we shared??...
what stories scribbled in our darkest pages??
and through many years of bygone springs
and a rain that drenched my broken strings....
i bled in my bed of stringing thorns...
i wept in my cold and lonely morns.....
wove through hours of brutal conspiracies,my fictious myths,my luring fallacies...
have seen you die a thousand deaths
in dreams all born of gibberish faiths.
Categories:
fictious, depression,
Form: Villanelle
contained within crooked pages lies the secret of happiness its a secret noone will ever
find though because the world would fracture into infinite equations quasars would
eviscerate limbs and render human speech impossible which would be catastrophic in the
grand scheme of things i only wish to last forever or maybe for what i write to outlive me
somehow even though im not exactly keats or yeats to be recognised in multiple dimensions
and by multiple personality disorders of the same fictious person would be somehow
endearing albeit somewhat scary and improbable momentous thoughts tend to surround us when
we least expect them to but be it writing a terrible poem about a daffodil or being
punched in the face or travelling through wormholes of improbability at seventeen thousand
times the speed of light at the end of the day when all is done and said humanity is rubbish
Categories:
fictious, visionary
Form: Blank verse
Ol Billy Hail
He was tough as a nail.
He would out work any man,
with just his left hand.
He had a heart of gold,
Is what the story told.
Always singing a song,
as he worked along.
He sang " So lonely, I wanna change the world,
Then I'll get to kiss the right girl."
To change the world, he tried
But in the end he just died.
Only to be remembered
as the man that cut timber.
The Life of A Fictious Person Ol Billy Hail
Poetry Contest.
Categories:
fictious, imaginationchange,
Form: Rhyme