Pop -- Poetries on Purpose

By Michael D. O'Kelly

POETRIES ON PURPOSE – PRESCIENCE OF PASSAGE
POP [A] POP
‘Apo’kstrophes’- POET

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9781984588920

Michael D. O'Kelly

MICHAEL D. O’KELLY’S degreed pursuits of theater, Unitarian Universalist ministry( Emeritus ) and psychology are all still “bit-parts” de?ning his “retirement.” The pursuit of writing does the directing now. “Poet” persists as the de?ning title. His 2010 publication – Glistenings: Till Death Do Us Part – is a poetry/song memorial to Marilyn, his wife of forty-nine years: a true love story past the ends of death and dying. Glistenings became a “prelude” to ALTARPIECES. Planned for the coming year are the follow-up book(s) to ALTARPIECES and a children’s story. He has three children, three grandchildren, and lives on a hill in West Virginia.

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POETRIES ON PURPOSE

Michael D. O’Kelly

Copyright © 2020 by Michael D. O’Kelly.

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Rev. date: 08/29/2020

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CONTENTS

POEMS

Breaking into the Clearing

Breakaway

Some Break

Jawbreakers

Waking The Unicorn

Breaking Away

Break Ground

Epiphany

Workhorses

A Horsefly

Paradiso

Our Wakefast

I’ll Find You Again

The Shadow One

Sleuther

Hymnsongsung

This Just In

Vestigia

Who Goes There?

Some Tales Along the Trail

Timing

Ginger

Questern’s Miracle

Of Tweetie – A Parakeet

Of Wandlessness

Philosophy 101

O Little Flower

The Penguin Passes By

The Fisherman

They Still A-Talkin’ ‘Bout Jenny

Last Entry, Two Years Ago, In Tyke Floyd’S Journal

My Last Magic Hat

Clamor

Selections From Backyard Haiku In Sympathies

The Way Home

Fledgling

Aliens

Somewhere In Indiana

Time’s Trialectical Players

Sometimes to Rhyme

Guest With Me

A Craft To Haunt

Patient’s Glory

I Read Poets Adrift In Poetries

In Times To Come

Poet’s Lament

My Veryfine Storyline

We Must Free Beauty – Now!

Our Justice Lives Alive!

Someday Our Truth Will Come!

Come, My Child

Without Is So Within

Daily Grammar

Simply Me, Today

At The Little Brook’s Waterfall

Stopping Neath Snowy Sky On A Starry Night

Sometimes To Rhyme

Catch And Release

Passages on Purpose

The Consumistion

The Next Level

That Glory As Yet Unsung

The Octogenarian Blues

Communion Service

Agonistes

Daughter Talk

To Tell A Truth

Query

Survivor

Seven Pillar Villanelles From The Temple Of Life

Prescience of Presence

Where You Are Not I Have Not Been

I Wake To Miracles

The Longer One Lives The More One Returns…

O Come Annunciatory Angel —

It’s Not Easy

Dads Are Not Perfect, But

POSTLUDE

A Poet Perhaps

[Coda]

You Can Hear It

YOU

DEDICATION

‘Apo’kstrophes’ – MOM-ZIE-KAI

This collection, in duet with MOM, is dedicated to that special perceiver – with a Prescience of Passage/Presence – who structures the sounding voice revelations of experience into forms we call poetry. Such structures/sounds our experience. I’ve detailed this in "Altarpieces," and website, and briefly in the MOM. The three apostrophes, are reflections of time-place-action– subject-object-verb-past-present-future, – plus many other triunities in the make-up of our existence. The Prologue poem reveals the ever-present trinity of MOM – ZIE – KAI, which any-and-all-poems-by-anybody-anywhere-anytime, must possess if they be poetry. So say I. There’s a theory of poetry/creativity in my writings. A touch of the metaphysical/metahuman/metaphrastic, too, so say I. Existence may have its own Eternal Epistemics, but we’ve our own Exegesis of Earthrian Epiphanies to express. Another mmmeeeeeee-try is here.

Both MOM[A]MOM & POP[A]POP are filled with structures of MOM-ZIE-KAI. The form of the Prologue poem on the next page is an Ode/Apostrophe, as some linguistic-whim – functioning it’s-perhaps. – In any case, an all at once becoming of a unique epexegesis structure formed on location by AN [A] ‘Apo’kstrophes’. This Prologue Perhaps…, to the Postlude of A Poet Perhaps (the concluding poem of this collection) – are, as most poems of these two collections, are from being embedded in essays, philosophical and otherwise, in my iUniverse Trilogy and website. THE TRIPLE/TRILECTICS, before Sometimes to Rhyme, gives a deeper look here at ‘Apo’kstrophes’. (The shamrock/butterflies symbols are my creation.)

And, so it is, this collection is also dedicated to our composed passages of purpose and guidance in a time of passage out of a normal life to some new composure of normal. [Perhaps not my – or your – first time in such a conundrum. Yet! – there has never been such an internet-global humanism-eco-Eartharian-health-time as this.] Here are poetries with a feel for daily storylines and stories that hark the dawn of tomorrow. I’ve arranged then in categories, while it seems each could go into every category. Many precede this era. I conceive this MOM&POP/2020 duet, held firm in hand and mind, to be as steady stones on the passageway within/across the floodings of this time. – Indeed, a time of Matters of Meaning: Climate Change–COVID-19–Black Lives—Globalization–Economics—Justice–Scientific Truth. OUR SHARED EXISTENCE MATTERS! Onward! – O! ‘Apo’kstrophes’ – everywhere!!! – Do Poetry On Purpose! Express that prescience of what’s going on and longs to belong! Our plate is so very full. Alas, the point of all the points pointing the way can – perhaps – be sound/summed as MOMZIEKAI. To comprehend this, I offer its poem, from AUGURIES, to boost-jump-start the matters of this collection – this MOM[A]MOM//POP[A]POP duet – at such a difficult and definitive time in history. (SOS[A]SOS – coming later will make it a Trio.) This era’s grasp of poetry’s mandate in MOM-ZIE-KAI will have a life beyond prologues-postludes – to manifest revelations of meaning-stones of passage through the flow: passages marking our passage in the clearing.

Michael D. O’Kelly, POET – Passage Owl of Epiphanic Tang – As An ‘Apo’kstrophes’

[All images from my photos/creation/life: except from Sympathies Caribou Antlers by Heacox and Three Dancers by Morgan/Graham. Daughter, Kirsten, once again, assisted in book’s construction. Back cover symbols from my card: AFIRADAPO & SYNTANGTION.– Welcome to my world.]

PROLOGUE

PERHAPS IT’S JUST A WHIM POEM

Perhaps it’s just a whim poem

At this point in time –

Le moment as the French say,

(with a touch of omen).

Zietgeist say the Deutsche

(grabbed by Spirit’s clime) –