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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
when my pencil hits the paper
when my pencil hits the paper
and my brain begins to race,
my hand cannot keep up
with the unruly pace.
my scribbles become springs
bouncing up and down the page
with an energy quite erratic,
full of angst, or joy, or rage.
I submit myself to thee,
oh Goddess of the pen!
I beg for illumination,
for the power to go within
to unearth the sticky...
Wednesday 27th November 2019 5:28 am
Nonsense
An experiment in your observation ...
Having the grace to explore the alchemy of my soul
I was in the black, out of control
I'm strong enough now, to please
Just myself
Shouldn't be easy for anyone else
Take a look at how
I've become so astute
Jumping and singing
Just like a cute newt
Flying high up off the ground
Slightly ruined
But still around
...
Wednesday 30th October 2019 1:12 pm
Abandoned
Feeling down
because my muse
abandoned me again.
Maybe to teach me
another lesson
about leaning on him,
instead of mining inspiration
from deep within.
Seeking satisfaction
outside ourselves
is perhaps the greatest sin.
It is a game no one wins.
So, back to the blank page I go.
Just me and my pen.
Friday 11th October 2019 3:40 pm
"The Ropes Are Fraying And Soon I'll Sail"
“The ropes are fraying and soon I’ll sail”
pencilled grey
along the edge of my notebook page
a heart-breaking phrase
sure to inspire, somehow
Flicking through, I read it again
and pause to lament;
That boat washed out
its anchorage severed
silently, in the night
no words, no words
He’s gone
and into that sad darkness
so many other ships would follow
The town seems quiet this e...
Monday 23rd September 2019 12:30 pm
Fingerprints
To know my fingerprints
on another’s heart
could stir them into art
a priceless gift, a magic
To know there is a poem
written about me
those words, more beautiful
than I could ever hope to be
From the caverns of passed time
there comes a sound
a constant, quiet, ring
when I choose to listen
always there
telling of another way of living
That the heart of an artist
a complexly c...
Monday 16th September 2019 11:51 am
Poetry and Me
I love to write poetry,
It gives me vent for my expression.
And believe it is a more peaceful way
Than turning to aggression.
Of all words that I may choose
I am in main seat of control.
To show my thoughts on many things,
And to exult the reader's soul.
And when I find my inspiration
I ponder - what is my next direction?
Though I sometimes find it hard to d...
Sunday 25th August 2019 12:02 pm
YOU CAME IN TO THIS WORLD: ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
You came in to this world
with enough light to find
your way out of the dark,
enough kindness to save a soul,
enough love to shift a planet.
Don't worry, you are enquipped
with all you could ever need.
Look with in,
you are drenched in magic.
Saturday 24th August 2019 9:27 pm
Please don’t make yourself at home
Yesterday
I caught a star
With my burning fist
And left my handprint on it
I crash-landed on the clouds
I bounced back
Bounced back I
Shot a star with my mouth
I juggled Pluto
I breathed on Neptune
I grew a farm on Saturn
I named all the planets that
I was first to visit
Pierced them with flags of my face
Stamped them with my fingerprints
I was the fi...
Sunday 11th August 2019 4:17 pm
On Being a Poet
Poets are renowned for navel gazing and being introspective. Here are three poems to prove the point. But hey, all navels need an occasional inspecting now and then. :)
The Unpublished Poet
He took a clipboard and a ballpoint pen.
He sat in the sun and then …..
He gazed at the sky, the inexplicable clouds,
Listened to trees sigh, untranslatable tones,
Thought of all that he...
Wednesday 29th May 2019 1:47 pm
Inspiration
Inspiration
Why do I now prefer writing in my bedroom?
when I have a perfectly good study
- a space cleared for thought?
I feel inspired to dream while I’m awake in here
- not there. Is it because I’ve just coated
the room and everything in it, a lilac pink?
Is that the colour of my inspiration? ...
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 2:49 am
Writers Block
The words don't flow as they used to
The lines don't form as well
My mind seems stuck in idle
Awaiting thoughts to swell
Each day I live, I see so much
It should inspire something
Yet when I sit to write it out
My brain comes up with nothing
Tuesday 19th March 2019 9:08 pm
When She Left
the pain of the vacant page stage
for the dance
of my pen
the fear of the frozen mind blind
to the hope
of a rhyme
the silence of an empty house spouse
to the song
of my word
the hush of unwanted time chime
t...
Friday 15th February 2019 12:08 pm
Walk The Light Reaching for Hope
reluctant eyes closed even though quiet
your imagination comes in silence
you are asleep as my lover's heart
hugging happily clutching dreams
here I looked at the serene early sky
your dreams come with stars
to match my desire with you
through the night
welcomes the morning
although separated by space and time
my heart's room has been filled
with sincerity of your heart
doubt is no...
Tuesday 29th January 2019 3:45 am
Poetic Warning
WARNING
This world is under poetic surveillance
The POETS are watching
No image, sound or experience is guaranteed safe
from being found… inspiring
They will take feelings you didn’t know you had
and turn them into words you didn’t know you needed
They may not know who they are
but once they get started
they can be unstoppable and unforgettable.
An...
Thursday 6th September 2018 9:39 pm
Lioness Laura
Dedicated, without her knowledge or permission, to Laura Taylor, who gave me the desire to write and perform and the kick up the arse to actually do so.
Lioness Laura (Waitrose staff room Jun '18)
Lioness Laura, she Roars
Fury and Rage fly off the page
Venom and Grit, Bile and Spit
She's a voice of a certain age
Lioness Laura, she Purrs
with Mercy and Charm, Beguiling a...
Monday 25th June 2018 5:16 pm
Shouty Face
I think that you are quite unique,
From ear to ear, then down to feet
Sat atop your mind you speak,
Sometimes funny, sometimes sweet
Lots of people seem the same,
They live their lives and play their games
Now and then they use their brains
But not too often, ain't that insane?
You are you and that's what matters
So ignore, the chitter chatter
Small minded t...
Thursday 22nd March 2018 2:13 am
Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #14 {My Story}
{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #14} {My Story}
The word's of
inspiration,
dream's from
that certain
person has been
beautifully
written on the
walls inked
down `n` linked
straight to my
soul that gives
me that courage
`n` strengths to
fight `n` my
battle because
I'll always
survive if it
takes the last
breaths in me
`n`...
Saturday 9th December 2017 11:44 pm
How Blessed I Am To Have You
{How Blessed I Am To Have You}
I couldn't
even start to
fathom how
blessed I am
to have you in
this life with
me and in any
other life~time
before and here
after and no
matter where
or when I would
always still
choose to fall in
love with you
my darling
love
©One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer/Tina Glover...
Friday 8th December 2017 4:30 am
My Muse
The chaos in my mind
is killing me,
my life, a bad trip
on LSD
a rush to the brain,
serotonin, dopamine
all at once shining
blue light
a mind so open,
a heart so full,
peace,
such peace,
the sweetest sleep.
Memories are mirages,
I cannot reach.
A sinking feeling,
a dread inside around I go,
again and again,
down the rabbit hole,
just once more,
one last time
looking for a ...
Tuesday 7th November 2017 5:03 am
Interview with myself on my poetical journey with poems included
Affinity with words has been part of me since trying to decipher little card cut words given by a teacher, but my journey into poetry began in 2002 when something changed the course of my life as surely as a strong tiller on a lightweight boat, or piece of drift wood caught in a strong current.
Before that I was as a sycamore seed spiralling every which way in winds. What happened caused my ship ...
Wednesday 1st November 2017 10:33 pm
Sunrise
In the midst of the summer
As back to school gets closer; troubles linger
I stopped for awhile to ease my mind
Get to the highest point to get a look
The creation and destruction of us
The best thing in my sight is the sunrise
Rising over the mountain
With no rush it peeps; then make a grand entry
I wish the life in you is the one in me
To be the light of this world
So selfless and uns...
Monday 19th June 2017 3:13 am
Waiting
I was waiting
for the rain to stop
for the sun to shine
in the rising moon
for a sign
for the light
to set fire
to the rhyme
inside my mind
so I can forget myself
and fall out of time.
©JMCole
Sunday 4th June 2017 12:19 am
Rainbow Dream
Pure gold she is,
pure gold to me,
pure sunlight amber glow,
pure moonlight true blue,
purple green,
pure red, a dream,
pure starlight white,
pure light defined.
So much light
she puts inside,
she glows, it flows,
heart no more dark
shades bend blue.
My soul she does kiss open,
a vast array of colour erupts,
whole inside
she leaves me always
complete ecstasy infinit...
Saturday 27th May 2017 11:40 am
Take Steps
Don't worry if the path you travel is crooked,
your destination is not clear,
the turns you make misguided,
the route a little obscured.
Each step you chose to wander, may be a step too far,
but the journey shapes your future and makes you what you are.
Past steps they are not wasted, they shaped your inner soul.
They led you to your future,
guided an inner goal.
Every inch is wort...
Wednesday 24th May 2017 7:22 pm
Multiple Sclerosis
Multiple Sclerosis ~ Derrik Whittemore in Honor of my Mom, Shanna LaFlamme, and all the other families battling M.S.
One day you just showed up
Without a single reason why
You take every single one of your victims
And make entire families cry
Your next target is my mother
But she's stronger then that
She has the whole family on her team
And now we’re up at-bat
It hurts her...
Tuesday 8th November 2016 12:56 pm
The poetic adventure
Moments change in a blink, and you can't get them back
I fill my life with words, I would never regret
They are my thoughts at time, happy or sad mindset
Maybe I show extremes, but the audience can flack
Whatever is your thoughts on my rhythmic artwork
I do care to listen, and we can share debate
But the words are written, and shared to activate
Feelings or emotions towards poetic jerk
Thursday 6th October 2016 10:48 pm
Imperfect
As she lies there naked, object of perfections
I know she's not perfect, she has a mole on nose
She has curves and some fat, not a modelling pose
But my eyes see beauty in all of her actions
She might turn slightly left when she was better right
Or she might not cook well, frying instead baking
But her laughs light me up and brightens my darking
Endlessly over smiling when mind goes on her ...
Tuesday 4th October 2016 2:14 am
The Garden
The Garden
The violets speak softly to me,
They whisper to remember who came before,
The tiger-lilies interrogate me,
They say that spring pastures are no more,
The violet flowers inspire me to see my powers pure,
With the gifts that Venus pours my beauty will adorn,
The tiger-lilies scratch and chase me,
They say my will is cracked and torn,
The...
Thursday 23rd June 2016 5:13 pm
Delicate Love-
Delicate Love
Moving day; a time of excitement, worry and letting go. My baby girl has finished college, married the man of her dreams and is beginning a new chapter in her life. The van left an hour ago and on a whim I went to the attic to make sure she had everything. I glanced around and tucked in the corner the words “china” in girlish writing popped out at me.
...
Tuesday 6th October 2015 10:57 pm
Writing Because of You
I write things about you
I love to write things about you
I always want to write about you
Ever since I saw your smile
Feelings of hapiness begins to pile
Ever since I heard you laugh
My heart became familiar of this unknown "stuff"
I knew right then and there
This feeling will even get deeper
And then one unexpected day,
Our gaze met... Oh Hey!
My heart beats...
Tuesday 22nd September 2015 12:01 pm
On the Nature of Inspiration III
At a workspace in the reading room
Sits the youth engrossed in writing
In peripheral of mind and space
Onlook gravely the collected works
And weight of human history
Unrestrained by abstruse semiotic
Advances the uninducted
Through warnings of unheeded cipher
To pastures rarely trodden by
Adherents to the doctrine
Unheeding of imposing presence
Uninhibited by its stricture
The wo...
Monday 14th September 2015 11:48 pm
Inspiration?
Does your inspiration
come from someone
who lives and breathes darkness?
Does your inspiration
come from someone
who wishes and prays for death?
Does your inspiration
come from someone
who has issues of controlling
her anger at times?
Does your inspiration
come from someone
who hates almost everything
about herself?
Does your inspiration
come from someone
who tends to alway...
Friday 24th October 2014 4:47 am
Scoliosis
Inside her closet are the remains of a broken umbrella with the materials in cinders.
Her skin cloak is draped over a spindley coat stand,
most people name it a spine,
most people's are strong,
straight.
They carry the puppet as if a master holding strings...
But sometimes autum's trees fall down
without reason
because nature is flawed.
Sometimes a stem ca...
Thursday 9th October 2014 8:19 pm
Above, Beyond
The morning, crisp and broken by the curfew
Of rising larks and pigeons in the choir,
Its breaching sun is bursting through the grass dew
And thinning out the misty dawn's perspire.
Many rest upon their linen sheets around
And you, the only currently arise,
Solo is your ally when breaking the ground;
Undistracted, undisturbed - your alibis.
Your muscles twitch uncertain of their purpose,
Or whether purpo...
Friday 27th June 2014 2:21 pm
I Break Everything I Touch
I break everything I touch; At first seemingly simple- But soon too much, For my games are so nimble. My feelings out of reach- always too far to touch. And not made known through speech; I am an observer- I keep my distance; I am not a conformer- And at times lack resistance. I speak my words carefully, I am a reformer- And I shall go about it tastefully, Though always be straig...
Friday 25th April 2014 4:27 pm
We Can Escape
The photo is the poem, and it is called we can escape. It is about love and adventure.
Friday 25th April 2014 4:09 pm
For Bob Crow
Poem for Bob Crow (cheers W.H. Auden)
Stop all the docks, cut off the trains,
Start the mariners striking, be still the cranes,
Silence the busses and with muffled bullhorn
Bring out the coffin, let the workers come.
Let politicians circle, moaning overhead
confessing on the airwaves, He Is RED,
Put nooses round the white necks of the bosses,
Let the riot policemen carry their own crosses.
He was...
Saturday 22nd March 2014 7:35 pm
Wandering Fado
Soft music offering backdrop
in a tongue peculiarly diverse
It were some sort of a ballad
with words woven in a verse
Couldn’t grasp what projected,
just felt the sense profound
It traversed beyond restrictions,
free spirited and totally unbound
The warm voice mesmerizing,
emanating from deepest of core
...Sunday 23rd February 2014 4:56 pm
Ottava Riva - NaPoWriMo Day 8
Another attempt at my paternal tongue.
Un altro tentativo di mia lingua paterna.
And though I beam with pride as I'm learning.
E anche se mi fascio con orgoglio, come sto imparando.
I'm aware that translated, the metre is wrong.
Sono consapevole del fatto che tradotto, lo strumento è sbagliato.
But this language pulsates to my yearning.
Ma questo linguaggio puls...
Monday 8th April 2013 11:31 pm
Inspiration
Inspiration can’t be seen.
I mean…you can only feel it.
Your wit won’t help a bit
So that to convey the feelings,
To create a real art
That comes straight from the heart,
Like a holy writ recommit
God’s gift and revelation.
How do I feel my inspiration?
It’s not a certain motivation,
But only my emotions
And certain commotions.
Just the sam...
Monday 10th September 2012 4:45 pm
Making the Bed
As she heaved the duvet
Billowing over the bed
Words shimmered through her mind –
Like fish flashing in deep waters
Fleeting
The music of pleasing vowels
Slipping song of bubbled pebbles
Formless
Something – possibly - glorious
Thoughts make our words;
Words make our thoughts.
The silly poet strives struggles
Suffers
For metaphor
...
Friday 18th November 2011 3:54 pm
Last Runes Cast
Face down in the mud, he paused before he rose
'Women pay a fortune and I'm covered to my toes'
Back among the runners, he tried again to jump
Over the high barriers, but he really got the hump
When soon for the third time he took a mighty fall
'You'd think that after all this time my feet would now play ball'
Some weeks went by before he had to go and seek some hel...
Tuesday 28th July 2009 3:54 pm
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