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EXPRESSIONIST PHRASIS
Dreams that carry distant memories,
mirrors of the soul in harmony,a wish
to be profound with things from the
psyche,imagination abandoned by reason.
At work within a metaphysical act of
creation,for & of itself unfolds as a surprise
an infusion of soul& spirit,the night
within myself.To convey this essence of
life in flowing abstract forms which
revolve & interlock to make reality
visible.Apparent old truths in a new
light,allegories not portraits,liberate
my sensitivity with moments of the
past that can never remain still and
never be exchanged for earthly treasure
from Expressionist writings & quotations
Listen to me read this phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Got my Dictionary of Quotations,
The Greek Myths of Robert Graves,
Plutarch for beginners’
How The Ancient World Behaves;
Back at the Paranoia Poetry Club,
Local Intellectual Branch
And that collection of books
Might just give me a chance
Of understanding the words and
What on earth they’re talking about
Because the first time I went
I understood precisely nowt.
Must spoke with cultured voices,
Some rambled and some muttered,
Word following word following word
Crammed and packed and cluttered.
But all spoken with confidence
About what they felt mattered
And, my ignorance being exposed,
I sat both deflated and shattered
I’ve got the book of Popular Philosophy
The Book of Modern Scientific thought
Gambling on the hope and presumtion
That wisdom can be bought.
Currently there isn't a price on all the things That I love.
Depending on the situation I still check my pockets.
The places I go I am not use to exiting without pulling out my wallet.
Though it's not much, the minimum amount of your time provides the same thrill.
It's hard to disagree with a good heart.
Our opinions may be different but it's decent.
Our life evolving into deep quotations.
The revolution against cash registers everywhere has begun.
The clinginess of change and dollar bills.
Slices of our time stuffed and slid into the opening of each others mouth.
The trouble with that is we choose to label everything with price.
Ignoring common sense for cents.
I ignore my pockets whenever you are around as nothing of value can be found there.
I tread softly as more of your time creates more currency.
And I can't jeopardize losing that.
There isn't a career that can fill my wallet like you fill my heart.
No time clock anywhere that could justify.
Come tax time you are my greatest asset.
Come payday you are the currency I seek
perhaps the way the stage was lit
with disco balls flashing above
an array of colors spinning around the room
you may have felt the stairs would lead to heaven
or some other unknown realm
you may have felt like a "dancing queen"
in your go-go boots and satin mini
spinning around the room
bumping and shaking
as you carefully avoided
stepping on his bell bottoms
as they slid along the floor
out there just " stayin alive"
as the smoky haze lit the room
for a "slow ride" across the wooden floors
curled within the tucks of his arms
hoping you'd be the one that he'd want
and not shatter your "heart of glass"
as the music faded out
black lights lit the room
where his smile was shining
brighter than his "firebird"
beneath the moon's glow
at the end of the night
you'd "go your own way"
holding onto that moment
until the next Friday's dance
after all you were just "typical girls"
hoping the "boys were back in town"
to take you down the next
"long and winding road"
towards the bliss of young love
March 22, 2020
Kim Rodrigues’ DWM Contest
quotations used are titles of some of the songs from back then...
A queen sits
On her throne of platitudes and proverbs
In the Realm of Silver Linings
Which she rules,
Alone.
Hiding in her throne room
Her silver silk lined cocoon,
She clutches compliments like jewels
Idioms like ivory
And Pearls of Wisdom like, well, pearls.
Kitchen quotations built her castle
She formulated a wall with words of wrought iron
To keep out bad thoughts and bad people.
Her kingdom is a lonely silent one
If you have nothing good to say, don't speak at all.
Her voice, the sole sound
Echoes through empty castle walls
Her fingers in her ears
Hearing only what she wants to hear.
She sings her solo psalm of positivity
Preaching to the few left still to hear
Those who disagreed all disappeared
Tossed from the Realm of Silver Linings
Ejected to the world of the real.
It’s a yard sale shopper’s paradise
With hidden treasures stashed amid the clutter.
Like fine bone china chipped about the edges.
It’s an heirloom set with all the pieces krazy-glued together,
Its approximation of perfection
Gives one reason to excuse the others’ faults.
Some have half their stuff in storage.
Some have all their dreams in hock.
There’s a common lock, but no one has the key.
We continue swapping recipes and gossip just the same.
We’re living in the House of Broken People.
In the House of Broken People
Every player has a role.
There’s no method in the acting,
Only madness in the soul.
It’s a slum dog renter’s penthouse view,
With quotations from Bukowski for graffiti.
At night we leave a light on in the hall.
There’s a framed reminder on the wall,
Says, “ALL OUR FRUIT IS LOCAL”
In other words, it pays to be impartial.
As each must find his own amusement,
Each must put his mind to use.
It’s a fragile truce that holds the peace together.
A deck of jokers stacked upon a whiskey bottle’s neck.
We’re living in the House of Broken People
In the House of Broken People
Every bedroom has a door,
Each with keyholes made for peeping,
But we’ve seen it all before.
One more postcard from
The House of Broken People.
He was a professor of difficult sums,
Thought in quadratic equations
And from the works of Lobachevsky
He could spew forth quotations.
But, he had a hidden secret,
Not a creature of the light,
Dressed in Robin Hood suit
He prowled through the night.
Many a homeward bound drunk
Had doubted what he’d seen,
This tall, bow bearing figure
Dressed in suit of Lincoln Green.
But, here’s the little twist
To our hero’s unusual story,
He robbed the poor to help the rich
Like many a card bearing Tory.
His nemesis came in the shape of
One Detective Constable Brown
Whose reactions to his demands
Was to quickly Taser him down.
He’s a reformed character now for
They only gave a year’s probation
And lots of Community Service
Teaching mathematics to the Nation.
And, so, as time quickly passes
That’s the way that he becomes
Appointed to the House of Lords
As the Minister for Difficult Sums,
His Criminal Record now regarded
As just a small mental aberration.
He’s feted, lauded and regarded
As a flower of this Great Nation.
He follows the whip zealously,
But deep down inside he plots
To maximise his expenses claims,
A leopard seldom changes its spots.
Thank heaven he’s in the Lords or
It could have been more sinister:
We could have had a thief and liar
Serving as our new Prime Minister.
Does your imagination run deeper than the ocean floor?
In ecstatic feeling, pirouetting into the sublime
No ultraviolet rays, fly freely through the core
On a herculean task, hands on their creative chime
It governs everything, control it if you can
In ecstatic feeling, pirouetting into the sublime.
It encircles the world, gem endowed to every human
A journey over the horizon, utilize it well
It governs everything, control it if you can
When a canvas is filled with your moods that dwell
Stories glint, flamboyant colors on the air
A journey over the horizon, utilize it well.
Peripheral to all skills, synchronizes bodies in flair
Runs deeper than the ocean floor or higher than those stars
Stories glint, flamboyant colors on the air
When does your imagination work in time?
On a herculean task, hands on their creative chime
A journey over the horizon, utilize it well
When a canvas is filled with your moods that dwell
Free fantasy
For you and for me
Is it utilized well?
Note:
This poem is composed with the inspiration of one of my most favorite quotations: "Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world."
Written: Dec. 28,2012
– Holy Innocents Day
Third Place
Contest: Terzanelle Fantasy with a Questionku Chaser
Judged: 1/11/2013
Sponsor: Poet Richard Lamoureux
First Place
Contest: My Best Poem of the Year 2012
Judged: 3/21/14
Sponsor: Poet Dr. Ram Mehta
To presume to write to someone about courage
and not complaining, don't importune or make dying people cry.
I've always said Leave me alone with autumn.
Don't stand around my bed, I won't be in it.
Over 7 years after he died, I finally looked
through my father's papers. Couple of unclaimed insurance policies,
savings bonds, our genealogy and on graph paper in an engineer's
block lettering quotations from The Seat of the Soul.
Reincarnation and karma are the chicken soup of the soul,
the after life is the reward for our colossal imperfections.
Along with banking instructions, he'd underlined
this: Your soul is immortal. It exists
outside of time. It has no beginning and no end.
Every time you ask for guidance you receive it.
If we are not at home in the world, contributing purpose,
we lose our desire to stay here -- ?and we die.
The physical world is an unaccountable given in which we unaccountably
find ourselves and which we strive to dominate to survive
or it is a learning environment created jointly by the souls that share it
and everything that occurs within it serves our learning.
Sin is activity directed toward self rather than toward service
to others. Sickness is sin. Almost any condition can be corrected.
You are part of God, therefore, think in a godly manner.
If you cannot accept this, forget it all. Do not even begin.
The first act of free will: How do I wish to learn?
If we participate in the cause, it is impossible not to participate in the
effect.
We shall come to honor all of life sooner or later.
Until you become aware of the effects of your anger, you will continue to
be an angry person.
Walking is the most commonly suggested exercise. Also, breathing.
"Thy will be done." Concentrate on that!
These expressions of certainty, conjectures and guesses
were inscribed by him in block letters on graph paper.
Love is the essence.
Your presence is flavor.
I'll savor you "Now and Later."
Your sweetness is one,
of many candies,
not just good night pillow mint "Andes."
I'm a "sucker" for you,
like an "Everlasting Gobstopper," forever true.
Even if there's "Mounds" on the "Rocky Road,"
we'll "Crunch" it out and keep our oath.
You gave me a "Ring Pop" and I said, "I do."
You're forever my "Sweettart" and I love you.
You know I'm shy, but a great romancer.
"Red Rope" me in, like a "Jolly Rancher."
Let's make it "Good and Plenty,"
as true love's meant to be.
We'll start with "Hershey's Hugs,"
then we'll twist into "Kisses."
Doesn't that sound delicious?
I'll lick your "Necco,"
as you tickle my ears.
My "Snickers" are so hard,
I'm brought to tears.
I'll "Rollo"-ver and purr like a "KitKat"
while you tenderly rub my back.
"Mr. Goodbar," you're way above par.
You make relaxing easy,
like bendy "Laffy Taffy."
You give me "Red Hots" with your fingertips.
""M"mm "&" "M"mm," are upon my lips.
Take me to "Mars," in the "Milky Way,"
Take me anywhere, as long as you stay.
Call me "Baby Ruth," or whatever you please.
Call me your girl, or a playful tease.
You're a little nutty, my funny "Almond Joy."
When it's "Reece's," I'll play with your toy.
You're not so shabby, fancy "Sugar Daddy."
We'd make great "Sugar Babies."
Maybe with lots of practice,
we might have "Twix."
We could name them "Mike & Ike,"
or something we both like.
You're such a "Big Hunk,"
and I love "Whoppers."
Let's make this night one of many non-stoppers.
(Candy names were originally in bold instead of quotations, but it didn't transfer over
correctly.)