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The constellation Caelum means chisel a tool that a sculptor would use, and you were the chisel to me and I was your statue
You started out slowly breaking away little pieces of me, until you could make your masterpiece complete
You didn’t realize that you were chipping away what made me myself, you didn’t care all that you wanted was to please yourself
When you looked at me all that you saw were the flaws within, and that is where your work on me began
You had a vision in your head of what you portrayed me to be, and nothing was going to stop you until you completely changed me
You took away so much and you left me in so much pain, you didn’t care that you were cutting into me and that you were the one to blame
Everything had to be perfect there were to be no visible marks, your work was to be beautiful, a magnificent piece of art
You chiseled away at my heart until there was barely anything left, and you feel nothing, not even regret
My eyes are stained with tears that you can’t erase, although you tried profusely in your haste
This was the one part that I thought would make your work fail, but oh was I wrong this is what made me sell
Everyone loved the raw emotion, the look of brokenness, of despair, and there was nothing I could do but look back at them with my empty stare
I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t comply, all that I could do was sadly stand there and wonder why
I was nothing but a muse for you, a vision in your head, and look where that led me to a life of silence and dread
Why did you sculpt me this way to remind you that love is real and true? It’s sad that you know this, but it doesn’t change you
You’re still just a tool that is used to make something ordinary in your eyes into something that you seek, but I’m nothing but a vessel stuck inside stone with no voice and no way to speak.
This poem is from my book titled Constellations of Love available on Amazon and Kindle. My pen name is Amanda Carroll Kinzer
STAY OR GO yes or no?
An offshore island we remain,
whether we stay or go..
But our history we need now
to declaim.. and say No!
Truly enfranchised for only a
few decades,now cheaply given
away for a pottage of gold...
all without our say so..
Sacrificed on politicians' ego trips.
We, the people,the everyday man..
back to square one of a century ago..
Disenfranchised again,ruled by a few..
part of another illusory 'grande ideale'.
Our kin so recently fought to win the war
..but we so easily gave away the peace..
Time again,for the English common man
to say No,to regain our release...
Time for this undemocratic 'Union' to cease..
Time for us to depart,we do not 'belong'
It's time to move on..
put once more 'our enfranchised horse'before
'our' cart.
The 'global village' is now here.. a larger
stage on which England,on its own,
with much to give..can play a full part.
You may hear me recite my PS poetry on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
MY PLEA - a Tennyson Phrasis
By this still hearth I will drink
life to the lees.Much I have
known and seen..myself not least.
I am part of all that I have met,
yet how dull it is to pause to make
an end without this plea to thee.
From the eternal silence,something more..
a bringer of new things beyond the
utmost bound of human thought.
Come my friends,strive and find,'tis not
too late o seek a newer world.
A Christian Evangelical Phrasis inspired by some words in Ulyses by Tennyson
A Phrasis is a structured prose verse collaboration where the poet uses selected phrases of another writer’s (out of copyright) words to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,(the word phrasis is Greek for phrase). x
You may hear me recite this phrasis and much of my PS poetry on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
LOVE’S MEMORY-A STRUCTURED PROSE
Two hearts as one,with love held dear,
each others secrets to confide,needs and
desire to never hide,love-lines to share,
tribulations together to bear.Each other
in submission lean,sacramental in unison
of love’s mutual bond.
INNOCENT NAIVETY-A STRUCTURED PROSE
Love has no boundaries in its heart,
in its passion holds all things dear,
giving all,trusting without fear.Flowers
of mutual fusion,incensed,by aromas
of love.The attraction of natural magnetism
is sealed in perfect harmony inherent
and universally held.Again,again this
siren’s call beckons loves innocent
naivety,rose-tinted,short-sighted
views distort perspective out of true.
A DOMESTIC STRUCTURED PROSE
Her cardigan on the chairback,
shoes left in the hall,slippers ‘neath
the double bed,undies on the stool.
Handbag filled with this and that,
bathroom shelved of creams and
much besides;wardrobes,wall to
wall.Medicines boxed ,arranged so neat,
cellphone ready for a call,a text,
a chat,a listening ear,empathy to all.
Listen to me recite these structured prose on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Daddy what was at the bottom of that bottle that was so important to you? Was there a golden treasure buried there? Tell me is it true?
It had to be something incredible for you to need it all the time, I mean you couldn’t go a day without it, but you could my mother’s love, and mine
Was it the cure for cancer at the bottom of that bottle? If so, I could understand what made you continue to drink, you were trying to help some man
I know that they say alcoholism is a disease and that you can’t just walk away, but you never tried to, you just let it consume your days
It was your life, the reason you got out of bed, you thought about it when you couldn’t have it and even when you would lay down to rest your head
It was like a mistress that you couldn’t let go of, it took a hold of you and destroyed your heart and soul
It destroyed your life, but you were alright with that, if you could just feel the burn, that was your daily task
Were you trying to fill a void? What was missing in your life? You had a family and a loving wife
You had no reason to be unhappy, no reason to want to drink, but it was your lover, and I guess it made you not to have to think
All I want to know is was it worth it in the end? You lost everything in your life, well except your drunken friends
They were there to support you and cheer you on, they made you feel that what you were doing was right, but you should have known it was wrong
Years and years have passed, and you still hit the bottle every day, I’ll never understand but I guess it’s not my place.
This poem is from my book titled Daddy Issues available for purchase on Amazon and Kindle. My pen name is Amanda Carroll Kinzer
I was born a poet not manufactured.
It started with a heart feeling fractured.
Childhood trauma led to built up suppression,
but the soul yearned for creative expression.
For years my poems hid in secret memoirs,
but a battle with cancer left behind deep scars.
Tongue remained silent, but my muse began to pour,
through reflection and introspective candour.
Some use words as weapons to cause sorrow,
but I write to leave a legacy for tomorrow.
I have no desire for applause nor for fame,
so I express my musings using a pen name.
Each verse is written through metaphorical blood,
in hope one day my life will be understood.
IMAGE PHRASIS 1
Over the stubble,carrion crows,mist
blankets the hedge with fading leaves
where berries rot below the bramble.
As darkness slowly descends a heavy
frost whitens the ground,the daises
hang limp and old and the cold kills.
Nature blinks and shrinks.the yellowed
grass sleeps the landscape cloaked in
a shroud.Spiders cluster in weathered
straw,yellow leaves putrefy,daylight
hours fly stark sensations,simple,
abstract shapes lie as unerased words
in a litter of secret hopes.
From my Twist&Slant 2005
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
WAGNER PHRASIS
Enchained by fancy petty wants
and necessity,undisguished
sensuousness burning with
fiery passion kindles the most
consuming flame,my peace of
mind was over.Driven to despair,
idle & disorderly,levity wounded me
deeply,tortured,no semblance of
reality,puritanical hypocrisy
ordinary & mediocre ,savagery
of taste,adverse outward circumstance,
all shadows on the scene.Confused I
remained silent ,my error was plain.
Through this trouble, hope a sense
of beauty,a new earnestness to really
know love, natural & unforced.Beginning
anew,my last reliance,vivacious & exciting
a state of fermentation, oh what bliss,my
goal was reached.Ah what a delight
it was.I stood amazed,its place in my heart,
the secret of art,free & unconcealed.
From Wagner autobio of 1840
Listen to me recite my phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
FLIGHTS OF FANCY PHRASIS 3
Blossom of baby's breath,soft white
gorse,crusted yellow, weeping willow
rush patterned lace pastures a pastel green.
Buttercup,daisy&comely cowslip mingle
&mix in fellowship swaying pelts of grass
with purple vetch & ribwort plantain,clover
in English rain.Scabious,burnets butteflies
and bees hawthorn and scented woodruff.
Briar brambles sprawl,in dogrose so tall
above harts-tongue.
Seabank with scattered seaweed &
feathery fennel in aniseed;Alexander’s
leaves so green this tender cusine.
Welcome wholesome fat hen,vibrant
shoots the vimen in Lamb’s lettuce
in Jack-in-the-hedge in wild radish,
cress&chive,where majoram &sweet
cicely thrive.Seabeet,and chard also survive.
Wild parsnip the confectioner,tansy to savour.
Stinging nettles so green,peppermint oil
pick-me-up, in coltsfoot syrup cup.
From Flights of Fancy 2003
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
COMMONPLACE PHRASIS part 2
Humble stirrings in our own sphere,
a diary of retrospective truths,of passing
fads of intervening years,a reasonance of
lyrical feelings,hand-penned.These mysterious
centres of thought formed into poetry
pictures,intangible ,but to feel& see,
a speechlessness,a fascination of agreeable
word music,realised &conceived as a talking
glass of emotion&intellect.Moving images writ
large throwing sunlight on the mundane,with
a capacity to evoke emotion,an interest in novelty
colours imagination,encapsulates everlasting truths
striking chords common to all,longlasting,ongoing satisfying.
From Retrospective a commonplace book 2009
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro