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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
"kamikaze"
Isn’t it odd
how you always gravitate back to me,
I circle your mind like a helicopter
you watch me
like a moth
attracted to flames,
lit in succulent tender air waves
the others will state their absolute grievances,
it’s a force majeure for preconceived
unaccountable and unavoidable catastrophes
but We,
persist, We,
kamikaze
all artificial
and unintelligent,
other side of the wall
reasoning
bows,
to Love,
always
Love,
gravitates,
persists,
calls us all in
just as debutantes,
there We are,
our insides shining out,
illogically
semi-public
so un-upperclassed,
We are, barefeet dancing
under eye-glass boiling,
serious insects
quartered illogically
'neath microscope petri'd
kamikaze
Love
calls Us all in
debutantes
illogically
troped
“Juliet is the Sun!”,
espouses Romeo;
little does he know,
She is more
than a
soft black-holed velvet galaxy
She's a
Universe, diamond sharp
turned inside out
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Deja vu
Always without expectation, some instinct prevails,
opening with uncanny coincidence....
Ambiguous recollections... earmarking telltale, immediate recognition
Overshadowing reality, ... unleashing mysterious awareness
What explains the intriguing familiarity, obscuring conventional understanding?
With a tangible energy pulsing into places of the unconscious present,
a look, emotion, memory, inkling, hovers over, with unmistakable similarity,
and the experience, has intriguing, quite obtuse conclusions,
unaccountable happenings....abstract, without explanation,
strangely insightful, not obvious, somewhat undefined
While, all strange emotions will intrigue the orthodox,
Fascination undermines reason...alluring me, enthusiastically
to invite the offered baffling uncertainty
Here's a simple experience, maybe intuition's memory, outside the usual
Mysterious acquaintance without explanation
Be intrigued.... recognize omnipresence
which unravels rigid assumptions......while entertaining the imagination
This overwhelms convention. Unlike the antiquated, let's embrace these
incredulous things of life, .......unexplored
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For David William's Contest: Con-Vow
Today is just the beginning
Love keep days to chasing one and other
Your kindness made me stand potent
Though at first I was weak
Smitten at first sight made me inflicted
My heart flied in a fluffy cloud
In longing for it desire
My body swine in aching pain
When I heard am not interested
My head spew up and then
Back to its position like a swooping bird
When I heard get off my sight
Yesterday mark the beginning
Of our love, that was two years ago
Today our love is strong and elastin and cannot
Be tear asunder
I am in bondage of your love also you are in mine
Unaccountable bliss and zest may it pore our ways
Today is still the beginning
Tomorrow shall not be the end
Form:
—Who Does That Now?—
The old audacity is gone—who now would dare
to spend the heart where no return is due;
to stake one's inward kingdom nakedly there,
and give what, once surrendered, cannot accrue?
We have grown wise beneath the market's eye:
even our tenderness must justify.
I have watched a father at the hospital door
rehearse the cost of every borrowed hour;
a son send money, then send nothing more,
because the receipt had proved his filial power.
I have seen two lovers weigh a word unsaid,
each guarding what the other might have bled.
And love—who speaks that ancient word today
without some hidden clause beneath the tongue?
We give, but somewhere waits the inward how
much shall return, and when, and from whom?
The hand extends; the secret ledger wakes;
even the kiss has learnt what silence takes.
Some kneel because the grave has touched their door;
some seek a garden when their flesh grows old;
some praise the heavens lest the heavens keep score,
and dress their fear in sanctified gold.
Their foreheads bow; their inward arithmetic
keeps counting what the gods may yet remit.
Yet once I saw a woman leave her bread
beside a stranger sleeping in the rain;
she neither woke him, nor stood there to be read,
nor looked behind her when she crossed the lane.
The dawn found only crumbs upon the stone—
and nothing there to make the kindness known.
Then, for one breath, the universe broke rank:
the moon went dark inside the morning sun;
the stars seemed seeds the ruined heavens sank
beneath the earth, where no commandments run;
and from that unaccountable abyss
rose not a god, but something older than bliss.
Where no return remains, the heart still gives;
beyond all recompense, its giving lives.
Let need no longer counterfeit the prayer,
nor fear make heaven out of answered care;
for love, once loosed from recompense and claim,
becomes the one fire that does not ask the flame.
No one is completely good
even a slightest bad lies with in self
that may be unaccountable
though one is compared with an elf
appreciate all for the good qualities
love and respect all with true heart
really all are helpless even somewhere indeed
never say anything bad of others keep apart
no bad vive will have any entry
if nothing said bad is seen as not sought
less hindrance will pave your way easy
ultimately good thought will be got
surely bad thought brings bad vive
though whatever they may be there
good thought comes from good thought only
with positive thoughts needs to take care
I can’t help but notice Remain think Leave want to roll back the clock
as if we could again rule the waves with a million ships in the dock
they say we dream of an empire on which the sunshine never stops
using this assumption they’ve invented just to mock
They live with this idea that a bigger EU is beneficial
A theory I can see that in practice is unofficial
as what we have are law makers not subject to the law
weather correct or flawed they are all unaccountable
Meaning that we vote for puppets disconnected from their cause
waiting to receive direction from some unelected fools
who work within a system budgeted with no rewards
with loop holes easily corrupted and elite untouchables
What’s the point in elected locals who listen to some far away vocals
we gave political control to the colonies so the people made the calls
because a bigger sphere of influence means one does what one ignores
as a centralised government knows that one size don’t fit all
You must control your population the same way you lock your doors
to stop the overcrowding those doors connect with walls
it’s not a racist action when it’s the one most logical
and BREXIT was the only way to ensure ours is ours to rule
Going where the taxi goes with wealth you have amassed
yet you don’t drive or pave the roads you just follow the track
where traffic lights and junctions appear random on the map
as 27 others have agreed they should do that
I don’t believe that politics is what Europe dearly needs
it just needs interlinking ties existing mutually
so everybody benefits without a governing body
making sure we all have knowledge of our history!!
The hour matters none ... for the energies have exhausted.
In the year of our Lord ... nineteen hundred and twelve, April fifteenth.
Writes a future living star ... wish their joys so he may shine.
'Tis to be a deliberate endeavor ... they call life.
An unaccountable ledger of sums ... know he the worth of it.
For in that great beyond is an opened book ... ere his youth.
There'd be certain measures that wretched body ... once unmasked.
Natures of a retired validity ... that aloof vainglory.
Tarries an elusive shell ... the semblance of human sorts.
A cub sponged in denizens hound ... the spoils of settled earth.
Masques of the poor scores yon ... and indifference spared them from their kind.
Their pain slices him whole ... in this grand finale of truth.
The role he crawl from under ... frees a den's claimed orphaned cub.
He conformed to their ways ... indulgence begets an awakening.
De-sands a timepiece from Giza ... transforms the silent lamb.
Qualities of Osiris ... no longer foxes kinsman.
Without manipulative truth ... mainly defines reality.
Loss crept e'er so close ... as circumstances affront him now.
The iniquities ... recorded in that hallowed ledger,
He lay claim to its authenticity ... 'twas him who'd inflicted;
upon those who were of wickedness ... and the righteous few.
He included self ... in self-afflictions of great numbers,
wherever the blame may lie ... be it concerning his existence,
thereupon points those sharpened fingers ... deserving of it.
Repentance for his sins ... subjugated through crying eyes.
His life for another ... sans a name or a face in lieu of tears.
They shared the deafening silence ... two muted distinct smiles.
One in tears looked onward ... to a face of blessed assurance.
The last boat edges off into the dark ... desperation arose.
A great clamoring ascends ... into the bitter abyss.
The hymn, "Nearer My God to Thee," ... the chaos stops to song.
Ships officer calls out, ... "Abandon ship, every man for themselves."
Lost lamb hopes his roll's called up yonder ... as his last words read ...
In dim-lit rooms where shadows choke the air,
She rains down fists like thunderbolts unchained,
Her tongue a whip that strips his flesh to bare
The walls absorb her screams; the world remains untrained.
He stands, a battered oak in gale-force scorn,
Each bruise a secret map beneath his skin,
Her venom seeps like poison through the thorn,
While silence carves its canyon deep within.
Yet when he turns, seeks refuge from the flood,
The spineless swarm descends like hungry crows,
“Coward!” they caw, their mockery a bloodied rod,
Defending her while dragging him below.
These brothers, armored in their twisted chivalry,
Forge iron shackles from their shallow pride
They guard the viper’s strike with loyalty,
While he, erased, bleeds out where none abide.
The silent abuse gnaws marrow from the bone:
Not only her wrath, but men who claim the throne
Of enablers, crowning unaccountable queens,
As broken kings are left in shattered scenes.
Believe it or not, I give it my all
To live in a world that’s so senselessly flawed.
Where morale has little priority, and it's
importance so small.
It’s a sickness motivated by greed, it's power permanent and towering tall.
Held by the tail, unjustified tales, expectations,
accusations, and unaccountable fails;
All exhausted so they can rest well and prevail.
What changes could I possibly make, when freedom of speech is all just for sake, and with every good deed, they find a milestone to take?
Remoulding, rebuilding, and adapting for the survival of our sanity, and we endure in hopes of becoming a better humanity.