Chris Green Poet Rhyme

It Can'T Be Art

It can’t be art 

Spun in a windstorm of caustic insisting
Plastered like mud on the walls of Pompeii
Frescos of joy before charcoal was misting
Writing in ash, catastrophic display

Poetic spittle once cast to the broken
Scribbled in diction now smeared in the rain
So many follow yet nothing is spoken
Below these skies with the cherry red stain

There in the distance a magpie is flying
Scavenging wings while you shout from the ground
Screaming a truth midst the unending lying
Circling nightmares of places you’re bound

Can it be art if it’s not as remembered
Past of the days when you pissed in the snow
Spelling your name as your mother was watching
Turning in shame as if she didn’t know

Damning Picasso for changing direction
How can a nose sit so far from the face
Pollock’s spilled paint way beyond your detection
Charging a gallery, demanding your space 

Photo laced albums of cellophane pages
Developed by hand in a room with no light
Look at these kids and their digital stages
Feigning creative, it just isn’t right

Does this explain every tactical action
While you count blocks as if streets don’t exist
Pulling a woodpecker’s tail to get traction
Hiding the reason you just can’t resist

You say that art can be all that we’re thinking
Then in the same breath you say it’s not true
Often we wonder if you have been drinking
Make up your mind, it’s the least you can do

You are all artists, yes you who are reading
Writing your words that you put on display
Spilling your heart while emotions are bleeding
It breaks my heart when I hear someone say

It can’t be art, all those losers are dreaming 
Seeing and clicking and sending and such
Downloaded images, videos streaming
When the truth is, you are just out of touch

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Lenna Walker April 21, 2017 at 11:44 AM The rhyme, the truth, the ease of the read. The last two verses really bring it all together, the last line clinches it !! Well done Chris ......... def a 7

Cyndi Macmillan April 21, 2017 at 10:39 AM This is FRESH. Proves me wrong. Nothing cliché in a single line and your perfect rhyme reads as unique. So, well done. Fave line: Pollocks spilled paint ... I came to ask if I could use those two words in a poem for the 'word pairing' blog. Glad I picked this poem to read... Cheers. Cyndi Macmillan April 21, 2017 at 1:11 PM I've put up that poem on the blog. It's been a while since I wrote in rhyme, but this poem inspired me. Thanks for joining in on the fun. Much appreciated. Chris Green April 21, 2017 at 10:47 AM Thanks so much Cyndi, I appreciate your kind thoughts on my poem. Sure, be my guest.

Lisa Ricci April 21, 2017 at 6:40 AM Top of the Morning to you Chris. I have one thing to say. Well perhaps more than one (ha ha) Yes it is art. Art is music paintings photography and more not to mention poetry. All of it I say. Whoever says no has no clue. PS. Without saying art is also nature and all our surroundings. We just have to look around and it is there for one and all. Chris Green April 21, 2017 at 8:29 AM Thanks so much Lisa, you are so right my friend. I appreciate your visit and kind words.

Frederic Parker April 20, 2017 at 7:25 PM a very strong case argued by the defense with a master class in poetry...bravo Chris Green April 21, 2017 at 8:28 AM Thanks so very much my friend.

Anne-Marie Coreggia April 20, 2017 at 6:02 PM This is compelling. I was in awe not just because of the sparkling thoughts but also because of the beautiful delivery as you effortlessly make your point. A favorite with me 7:) Amitiés Chris Green April 20, 2017 at 6:10 PM Anne Marie, I always look forward to your encouraging comments on my work. I am so happy you liked this one. Thank you for the smile I am now wearing. :)

Ilene Bauer April 20, 2017 at 5:15 PM a masterpiece, chris! you have an amazing way of saying exactly what you want to say while using perfect rhythm and rhyme and i am humbled before you. i try, but rarely (if ever) reach this point. bravo! Chris Green April 20, 2017 at 6:09 PM Thanks so very much Ilene. You should hear me when I talk to my employees, most of them tell me to knock it off. Just kidding, I appreciate your kind and encouraging words about my writing. But, my friend, don't sell yourself short. I have read your work, you are a wonderful poet and I enjoy reading your work.

Tim Smith April 20, 2017 at 4:29 PM The short sided fail to see the real art...The small feelings that makes life tic...The world is a stage to showcase art not just a museum. Chris Green April 20, 2017 at 6:07 PM You've got that right my friend. Thanks for all of your support and your kindness Tim.

Heidi Sands April 20, 2017 at 4:09 PM Excellent Poem Chris . I love it , so true :) Chris Green April 20, 2017 at 6:07 PM Thanks so very much Heidi. I am happy you stopped by today and enjoyed this one.

Alexis Y. April 20, 2017 at 3:37 PM Hi Chris, Art is seen differently to every individual. What you say or see as I might not see as art. But I can't tell another that it's not art to them. Can you imagine a world where we all thought the same and saw everything in the same way? I couldn't. Thanks for sharing this piece. A without a doubt seven and a fav:-) Alexis Chris Green April 20, 2017 at 6:01 PM Thank you my friend. Your kindness is art to me, your comments are always a masterpiece for my eyes. :)

Arthur Vaso April 20, 2017 at 3:30 PM So well said Chris, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Everyone has their tastes and thats whats makes this world so unique and wonderful. If someone were to tell me it cant be art Id say ok can I be Art? LOL ( that was to make Darren smile) Chris Green April 20, 2017 at 6:01 PM Funny, prior to posting this today and after leaving that comment on your poem, my first thought was...I wonder if Art will read this because it has Art in the title. (One of my little tricks to entice readers in.) :) Thanks so much my friend for your nice comments.

Charmaine Chircop April 20, 2017 at 2:40 PM It has to be art...whatever we put heart and soul into is our creation..Not always appreciated by all..but yes it is art indeed.So many exceptiona lines .. Chris Green April 20, 2017 at 5:59 PM It sure does my sweet friend. Thank you for always leaving such kind words for me.

Lin Lane April 20, 2017 at 2:03 PM I would never be convinced that my 2 year old grandson's paintings are not art. I've watched his face focused intently as he glued buttons to cover the shape of a jellyfish. He doesn't color inside the lines, but he has his unique way of doing things, like we all do. We are all artists of one sort or another. You voiced this concept magnificently, Chris! Lin Lane April 21, 2017 at 8:23 AM Thank you both, gentlemen. Chris Green April 20, 2017 at 5:59 PM I know what you mean Lin. Thanks so much for sharing that and for reading and commenting. I appreciate you. Arthur Vaso April 20, 2017 at 3:27 PM Thats so sweet Lin, and I couldn't agree more. and hey lets face it Art is great!!!! LOL

Charlie Smith April 20, 2017 at 1:44 PM Chris, this is just brilliant, I particularly love the first three verses. Who has the right to deem art as art? Only one who's soul is laid bare in their work... Chris Green April 20, 2017 at 5:58 PM Thanks so very much Charlie. I appreciate your thoughts my friend.

Poetprentice Dupins April 20, 2017 at 1:37 PM Exactamundo Sir! What we do is most certainly art and I applaud your poem for speaking up for us poets. Also, you had some wonderful description in this poem as well. 7+ Chris Green April 20, 2017 at 5:58 PM Thanks so much my friend. My notes are a true story. I just felt the need to write an opposing opinion. I feel if someone takes the time to create something it is art. Plain and simple.