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sapiosexual - attracted to intelligence
homosapiens
practicing chiropractors
correct us —
posture up —
try, and
… stand upright
formless before the big bang
chaotic with a dark past, and
the light an omnipresent
cognizant force with foresight
for the universes future is in order
simulation theory
0’s & 1’s
the singularity
near infinite
expanding with each addition
times, O
multiplied it is still nil
intrinsic
...
Friday 14th February 2025 9:07 am
Table Manners
he wouldn’t let us leave
without paying,
for our meal
had to-go
then bantered with them
and, you ordered to make him take it back
the whole ordeal was a real headache,
I could feel tension in the temple,
and had to meditate, to
clear my head and relieve the stress
I wanted to post a pic of my meal,
but it was almost traumatic
Maybe, I’m just being over dramatic?
Saturday 2nd November 2024 4:04 pm
size them up
had me my hand me downs
and, we all know too well known
if the shoe fits wear it
nicest stuff is worn out and she wore my XXL shirt around the house
her chores, get done…
one bra in the wash and no panties on
The first steps
commemorated with expensive shoes,
soles being broken in,
a mash of burning glass,
molten sand and in it,
it’s silica content
Sunday 27th October 2024 6:11 pm
approach with caution
veered off, routine stop, in the shoulder…
looking over your paper work,
keep your hands on the steering wheel,
“I’m not going to ask again”
repeated offenses
respect my authority
police officers
a ford mustang and dodge charger
government funded electric vehicles
take a look inside the hood, it
purrs like a street cat with a scratchy throat
cut the lights on and off
I’m just try...
Sunday 27th October 2024 6:09 pm
Chipping Away
Get yourself a lump of marble
Twenty feet by six by six
Borrow a set of chisels
Or buy them from Screwfix
Empty out your garage or outdoor store
Of furniture and kids’ bikes from ceiling to floor
Grab yourself a mallet
Michelangelo liked wood
And get stuck in whilst listening to Johnnie B Goode
With every blow you will release
The body shape within
From a...
Saturday 26th October 2024 2:29 pm
This is not a draft
I don’t want to mask my poetry
I want you to understand me
Curse your perfect rhythms, rhymes, haikus
Your lyricism, your literary
When I try to adopt it, I turn mute.
Something channels through me
(I’ve never really found the root)
A demanding stream of consciousness
That cannot stop to breathe, let alone
Wait, conceptualise, draft, redraft
I can’t!
...
Monday 7th October 2024 10:25 pm
every morning,
a parade of perfect lives,
smiles meticulously adjusted,
breakfast that looks more like a work of art,
but deep down,
it's just granola and a desperate hunt for likes.
people transform into characters,
each post a script,
each photo a scene,
life in shining squares
where reality dissolves like sugar in water.
hashtags dance on the screen,
like confetti at a birthday ...
Thursday 3rd October 2024 8:00 pm
A portrait of Inma
To paint a portrait of you I would have to
Borrow, as steal is a word not suiting you,
From the greatest artists pick inspiration,
And create an extraordinary combination.
From Klimt shining and hollow beauty,
Liars screaming about diamonds and superficiality,
When pairing the brilliance of your mind,
Sacred body asses the most desirable kind.
From Kadinski organised randomness contour...
Saturday 16th March 2024 8:26 pm
the Good Book
generational forefathers
bore thine
fruits of their labor,
to an heiress
Oh, the burden
given to this poor mistook child.
the Fall of man—after death
40 days and 40 nights,
If we were to predate the Gregorian calendar
… spring too,
life—before Christ—dark
and light archangels
would earn their halos
from Helios through
sun worship,
during the 7 Days of Creation,
summer was mad...
Wednesday 14th February 2024 8:20 am
You are an artist
You are an artist
Every morning as your eyes open up
you reach for your paintbrush
unknowingly
You are the canvas
and your actions are the splatters
Inspired by your dreams
and all to you that matters
You bring to life the beauty that you think
Transforming the formless into reality
your desires turn to ink
Do not downplay the smaller things you do
as every single brushstro...
Thursday 8th February 2024 8:27 pm
Finding Van Gogh In Ramsgate
The last time I had made his acquaintance was in New York
His Mountains at Saint-Rémy hangs resplendent in The Guggenheim
And I was entranced coming face to face with Vincent’s art
in frame
Vividly he depicted his visions of the world, so full of passion and energy
The memory stayed with me…
Finding a bust of Vincent in Ramsgate felt peculiarly odd
He lived in Spencer Square a...
Saturday 4th November 2023 8:20 am
Sunsets
Erecting her easel
at the foot of the boardwalk
she mixes the paint
a hell-fire pink and crimson
and dips her brush to begin…
She paints
the end of all things
a voice lost to the fractured mind
the final moments of a life
a hand slipping away
She paints
farewell hospital conversations
her father’s beard as a cloud
she thins the blue paint with her tears
She colours in his eyes
L...
Wednesday 21st June 2023 3:51 pm
a somewhat sensual vision on Margate Street : Sunday, 11th
(iv) voice...
reverberating ultrasound syllables
moans...
her breath
ALL wax lyrical from her gold frond tongue
dripping maple syrup rhythm
all over
& through me
gold rush pulsing in my veins
to the tune of a hypnotic narcotic.
intoxication.
her tongue is an aspergillum
soaking me
from head to denim
in holy water
& my once bland arid gard...
Thursday 25th May 2023 2:56 am
robotic trails
the same songs, the same breakfast and the same people
over and over and over and
replace me with a bug, a computer
fill up my mug with something truer
transform me from this hollowed shell
who knows painful repetition all too well
i used to be so smart
now my bleak life craves the abstract art
which once gave it colour
and a nihilist, my hopeful...
Monday 15th May 2023 7:10 am
Purfleet
‘Picasso’s not all he’s cracked up to be.’
He’d had a few by then, but understood
The dangers of hype and adulation
Of the spineless, unconditional kind.
We were on the last train from Fenchurch Street;
Among the massed drunks now quiet or depressed,
The air was thick with smoke and rancid ale.
At first, when he leant over to my side,
I groaned, half-expecting some hard-luc...
Saturday 6th May 2023 7:37 am
life is beautiful
i would fall from heights
shaking Lucifer terrified
for Luna's starry skies to linger,
in a Jashar night, by your side.
floating on Chopin stroked ivory nocturnes
swimming in deep ruby pools of Pinot Noir
dancing on your flowering lips,
sweet with vanilla cigarette smoke.
life is beautiful.
phosphorus waves of purple patches
carry me from seas of stormy eyes
onto shores sanctuary ...
Thursday 2nd February 2023 10:57 pm
Views pt 1
currently the new year rolls in
but had you gotten up high enough
weeks ago
you would have looked east, and
felt it, if not seen it
this cyclic existence is something to
break from,
but facing the wave
so many hear, “stay”
Friday 8th January 2021 2:57 am
Résumé
Résumé / Michael Kwack
Love is, like art,
dull without passion.
Marriage is, like enterprise,
vain without fortune.
Home is, like a chair,
awkward without comfort.
Life is, like sleep,
hollow without a dream.
Death* is, like a letter,
absurd without a story.
*Death means suicide.
Thursday 7th January 2021 4:43 pm
little NYC hotel on 23rd street (1980s)
little NYC hotel on 23rd street (1980s)
our little
leo house hotel
on 23rd street
was operated by Sisters of St. Agnes
an old time hotel
an elevator with
brass scissor gates
operated by a nun
separate hot
and cold faucets
a bath/ shower/bath
clad in white subway tile
a crucifix over our bed
spied on our lovemaking
blessing our ...
Saturday 2nd January 2021 10:34 pm
Spells
Spells
She paints pebbles with rainbows
And places them on walls
Poetry on larger stones
For others to find
It is a small act of kindness
Of acknowledging our plight
She takes the paints and daubs
Her handprint on a slate
All over the footpaths and walks
Her art is left to the elements
A bright sun shining
through dark clouds
the people wh...
Sunday 5th July 2020 12:30 pm
The Subject in the Picture
Golden was the frame
That surrounded you
A beautiful scene
Filled with a magnificent hue
- Nature's canvas.
Centrally seated you
Looked at the artist
And drove the object
Out of the imagery
Created an image
Of yourself
Fighting back
Alive with strength
You and you alone
Noone else can be you
He...
Monday 25th May 2020 9:29 am
Creativity Costs
You are enough.
Insecurity or
grandiose confidence
isn’t necessary.
Doubt, distraction,
procrastination, fear,
impostor syndrome,
borderline lunacy...
are costs of the
creative process.
Keep creating
through it all.
But, then again,
what do I know.
Tuesday 21st April 2020 11:26 pm
London and Art
It’s a good a place to cross as any
London Eye destination of many
But not us, we seek Southbank for sure
It’s just other attractions have more allure
Art and creativity our magnetic attraction
Walk past tourists, our vision abstraction
Dali Universe to be our first port of call
Give ourselves all morning taking in it all
She pushes a melting clock it swings with ease
Ha...
Thursday 9th April 2020 7:46 am
In the Stillness
In the stillness,
My tongue tastes each sip
of my coffee
In the stillness,
My teeth grind every bite
of my food
In the stillness,
My eyes linger over each word
I read
In the stillness,
My fingers
languorously write every letter
In the stillness,
My hands slowly
color each petal
In the stillness,
My heart speaks
And
I hear my thoughts
...Tuesday 24th March 2020 3:52 pm
Shadows
Living in the shadow
of someone else’s life
is a safe hiding place,
most of the time.
You get to observe,
detached,
no fear, no pain.
Fertile breeding ground
to create art, music, poetry...
Until the shadow turns around,
chases you down,
strips you naked in front of a
stone-casting society.
Do you stand erect
in the blinding light...
Sunday 1st March 2020 5:54 pm
IS OUR FATE - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
Poetry and creative writing by the philosopher and author, alexis karpouzos.
Actress : Martha mourouzi
Tuesday 11th February 2020 9:44 am
I MET A WORD - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
Poetry and creative writing by the philosopher and author, alexis karpouzos.
Actress : Martha mourouzi
Tuesday 11th February 2020 9:37 am
I SAW A ANGEL ON HEAVEN - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
Alexis karpouzos poetry and creative writing.
Actress : Martha mourouzi
Alexis karpouzos on Goodereads
Tuesday 11th February 2020 9:29 am
Blank Canvas
It's attitude was neutral
Neither here, nor there
Just a bare canvas
That stands without care
A vast space vibrating
It waits without rush
Filled with anticipation
For the stroke of a brush
Allowing anything
The artist desires
Till the picture appears
For all to admire
Thursday 17th October 2019 12:31 pm
June
Let the anticipation build Let the angst grow inside your gut Allow it to rumble and tumble and wreck havoc on your insides Feel the magnetic pull when we lock eyes a little bit too long and struggle to break away Watch me watching you while trying to hide your prying eyes Don't you dare rush a thing
Thursday 27th June 2019 5:34 am
If Poems Were Paintings (A Scabrous Fantasy, Written After Watching J. Koons at Work On BBC4)
This poem was painstakingly transcribed by 23 unpaid
interns labouring under my cool, indifferent 'tutelage'
(and who, after each day's work is finished, in bars and cafés
across the city will pretend to their friends how valued
they're made to feel as students and protegés of mine.)
E...
Sunday 2nd June 2019 6:45 am
Unappreciated Art
A single blue dot on a canvas
That no one can understand
Over looked and unappreciated
So quit yet so loud
A story waiting to be told
But no one cares to ask
Every canvas tells a story
This one is called depression
Friday 3rd May 2019 11:30 pm
Mortality
Mortality stalks me
like a jealous lover.
Breathlessly follows me
wherever I go, incessantly
banging a gong,
chanting,
it won't be long,
come to me, let
the pain end.
My eternal soul sees
this game of mortal gods
and challenges me
to go where mortals
fear to tread...
Meditate in silent space
past the black hole,
beyond illness,
depression, despair
to that ...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 5:35 pm
HeyAmericaIWroteSomethingForYou
Dr. Love (or How I Learned to Stop Wallowing and Write Poetry)
By: Rodolfo Perez
Love is (sometimes) patient,
Love is (sometimes) kind,
And sometimes, love is a needle in the eye,
Or a kick to the groin.
It is a cliff-hanger,
With your mother waiting to catch you,
When you let go.
It is losing your voice,
From crying into your pillow.
It is real...
Saturday 9th March 2019 7:09 pm
The Power of Poetry in Hospice Care
Poetry about Real People - The power of poetry in hospice care
There is a tension between the advance of medical science, that pursues its ability to fix and treat, and an acceptance of the natural order of death and how that may be experienced. Atul Gawande, a surgeon and health researcher, has reignited this debate with his book 'Being Mortal' (and also presented the 2014 Reith Lectures on B...
Saturday 16th February 2019 2:09 pm
If Only You and Van Gogh Knew
If your art is good, as it feels in your bones
You will become known
Long after your ashes are sprinkled
And all of your senses are gone
Particularly if you cut off your lobe
Or choose for yourself to end it all
Note scraps reveal queer love affairs
Poems show in the rubble of fallen walls
Fans will become obsessed
Frame you in the brightest light
...Friday 26th October 2018 10:35 pm
reflection reminscing
My emotions pouring out
My head lost in the clouds
But my body seemed to drown
I look at whats around
Your nowhere to be found
Whos problem is it now
Somehow I feel proud
I got sober
When we were over
And yet you still use
I feel like I was used
When the money ran out
Cheating came from the muse
Yet I stayed amused
I ignored the clues
My emotions are my...
Thursday 23rd August 2018 2:45 am
Museum
Your body is a masterpiece
I want to trace it with my tongue
I lust after this art
Longing to mimic its movements
Like playing piano
I keep stroking you
To map your beauty with my hands
The muscle memory kicking in
I close my eyes
I lean in to kiss your hips
I taste you
Your skin so soft and savory
This is what art taste like
It’s magic
It’s ...
Monday 2nd April 2018 2:57 pm
Retrospective
This piece comes from an exhibition of the work of celebrated Australian artist and sculptor Brett Whiteley. Parts of his enormous masterwork "Alchemy" can be found on the cover artwork of Dire Straits' album of the same name. A long-term drug user, he died in 1992 from a heroin overdose.
Retrospective
A metaphor for clear technique,
the Gallery (patrolled, secure,
well-scrubbed, ...
Tuesday 9th January 2018 7:28 am
How Can I Keep From Singing
Spiritual Hymns
Are the essence of a highschool choir
That sings often the sounds of Queen in the style of acapella
But also the rolling notes of Ezekiel Saw the Wheel
And the thumping heart of Elijah Rock.
How Can I Keep From Singing
When piano pushed
And the opening notes gently pulled in, to meet a booming brillance
My life goes on in endless song
And I recall the disconnect...
Friday 8th December 2017 8:20 pm
Red
My head is full of numbers,
my heart is full of dread
if I go from black to blue
all the rhymes
will come out new.
Red bleeds to yellow
and all the numbers are blue
the three comes in threes and
makes the nine incomplete and
the moon tells the secrets
I'm not meant to keep
it's a message of the future
and the past complete.
A half yellow star sharp
pierces my art.
The ...
Thursday 21st September 2017 5:39 pm
For the volunteers @ Caernarfon castle - May 2017
Here we stand 'twixt mighty walls
Which once were feared by one and all
Today the bravest swordsmen's face
Jeans and jumper have replaced.
We're here for artists on display
To banish thoughts so torn astray
By Donlad Trump & Theresa May
Of meanness, cruelty and shame
And all that humans do complain
And therefore just for a while
Replace our thoughts and hidden smile
...Friday 8th September 2017 11:21 pm
Night
Don't be afraid of the night,
take the feathers
and follow the light
for in the light we forever fly,
eternally divine,
immortalised through time.
©JMCole
Friday 12th May 2017 1:26 pm
The Theater of my Life
I've lived the times
Of the theater of my life
Dancing in the foyer:
Commedia dell'Arte
Comprised the entirety
Of my personal repetoire;
Dress rehearsals were
Never taken seriously:
The final play was just
A moments decision
Hurried through a huddle
Of half-written plots.
The masterful monologues
Of my long and intrepid career
Were carried off by the
Glib tongue of the cha...
Thursday 19th January 2017 5:46 am
Ramsbottom Literary and Arts Festival
On 21st November 2015, we all swing into action to light up the whole town with words and arts!
Make a day of it.. Arrive on the ELR as part of their Ales and Tales event. Come for brunch and leave your kids writing in the library
Events for all the family all day and an 'adults only' theme in the evening as poetry meets burlesque.
See the website for details www.rammylitfest.com.
Wednesday 7th October 2015 3:55 pm
Joyce's Umbrella
Have you any idea how hard it is for me to play a G major?
Should I write a standard progression, put the chorus where it should be and scream ‘dada’ in a controlled display of abandon?
Know I am a charlatan?
The only true rebellion would be to, with utter sincerity, believe yourself a penguin
Flying in the face of all authority
AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
MMMMMMMMMWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRR...
Monday 14th September 2015 11:39 pm
plasters
I have always collected paintings
Always on the lookout for another piece
Something to go there
Next to the door
I have pictures of women
Their backs turned
Japanese ink drawings
Of cranes
I have splashes of colour
That mean something different
Each time I see them
I have scenes of desolation
And of hope
I have idyllic cottages
Crumbled apartment blocks
...Tuesday 30th June 2015 8:19 pm
Sailor Song
i am drawn to
seas of clouds above in nothingness
the seas of water
the seas of open land and forests
the cities with seas of
concrete and people
i was born to be a
sailor
Monday 4th May 2015 12:04 pm
Undying Swan of Russian Ballet
The greatest Russian star of ballet,
About herself she used to say:
I didn’t betray my friends,
I didn’t offend neither men nor animals.
Dealing with the professionals
I worked hard to improve my skills,
Always paid my debts and bills,
Thanks to my nature
And life full of adventure
I endured all and didn’t break
For someone’s crazy sake.
I have never given up
An...
Sunday 3rd May 2015 4:07 pm
Final Masterpiece
She was a painter and he was a performer. Both artists molded with talent but divided by passion. Nonetheless they connected emotionally and spiritually. Her canvas illustrated bright myriads of color and abstract scenes of memories and mental photographs. He sang with an emptiness of blues and love ballads intertwined with lost hopes and faded dreams. Empty acrylic paint tubes and coffee stained ...
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 8:02 pm
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