Aesthete Poems | Examples

The Aesthete

The human body may be a marvel,
yet the aesthete prefers his were marble
or gold or some other precious metal
with a life approaching to eternal!

For flesh and blood fail miserably
as a hope suitable for longevity,
requiring daily sustenance
for hopeful future permanence.

Then, too. human flesh isn’t practical,
it offers life that’s neither long nor natural;
and who wants a life abbreviated
when there’s much to be appreciated?

While others rely on pharmaceuticals
for medications made of mostly chemicals?
None of which a body made of marble
needs unless fools ignore a warning label!

While others take up a livelihood
that benefits others care for their good,
bringing them a measure of fame and wealth
yet cannot guarantee their own sound health.

Accept therefore what aesthetes recommend
accept life just as it has always been.
For neither diligence nor luck nor miracle
has yet forestalled the inevitable.

Poetry

Some may say
it is a curse
who's to know
but could be worse
altho' no aesthete
I'm not averse
to levity when
taking up the pen
to scribe a poem then
making it rhyme
it's wit I seek
one line at a time
with tongue in cheek
(roses are red Mondays are blue
honey is sweet violets are too)
and once in a while
as humour is the fave
to break out a smile
late in the day
catching words
before they slip away
giving voice
to my innermost thoughts
whimsy is my quirk of choice

Trust In My Savior

I trust in my Savior,
He holds me above the water.
The enemy is beneath me,
my troubled soul; 
is set free!
Take from me, all you need.
I will praise your holy name
for eternity.
Lord, you are the number one;
important King,
these chains I hate that have kept me weak
could NEVER take my soul like a thief.
Maybe I’m just too crazy,
maybe I’m just not right,
but what if I was the only one?
To reach for you.
Would you still lay down your life for me?
Would you still die for me?
Because I know I’ve seen 
and felt your love so deep,
this rage of fire
that can’t be tamed,
I find myself lost in aesthete
take from me all you need.
I will praise your holy name for eternity.
Don’t you want to see His face?
On the day you run and win life’s race,
it doesn’t matter where you’ve been
or just how far you’ve gone in your sin,
He is the truth!
His precious word is so underpinned,
the lost today follows a trend
that destroys their hearts,
but that's where mercy begins.

Aesthete

Not the painting
or the sculpture
Not the music
or dance

But the process
leading up to
Their beauty
— enhanced

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

Somewhere To the Left of Earth

In my many years before the mast 
I’d seen rocks and shoals conspire
To ground me down to powder
Till I was just dust in the wind,
And I’d never even been to Kansas.
I was useless as a one-armed paper hanger,
Skilled in the geometer’s art,
But no closer to infinity
Than the day I’d started out.
Just a journeyman aesthete
Dressing drywall plaster 
With those tapestried patterns
Favored by the rich and famous. 
But, being a lifelong learner,
I learned to breathe.
I learned to eat.
I learned to say, “No.”
I became a student of the universe,
Composer of the mini-verse,
Somewhere to the left of Earth.
Mainlining the vagus nerve
On the highway leading home.
And there’s no place like home.
I must be doin’ somethin’ right.

Clerihew Brooke

Rupert Brooke's poetry you well meet
for this'darling of the aesthete'
Sonnets were is form of song
WW1 group he now does rightly belong

Rain of Rays

RAIN OF RAYS
A
certainty of
   precision
     aspirations
in
a
phrased curve
  sidereal
freed
    from
vibrations
  appropriate
   & equivocal
to
facilitate
    autonomous contours
 a
seductive motif
 obscure
   consecrated
in the
aesthete
   sensibility
an ephemeral proclivity
 phases&
scales
of tension

THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived

Variantes

VARIANTES
inescapable
    mysteries
  clarity
    so perplexing
sleek yet
a
  teasing challenge
to transform
this    meticulous
masquerade
into
a purveyor
of the
    nondescript

  unsettling
visuals
that
  retreats
in
swathes of
 eccentric
    excogitations
aesthete
but
with
the
deadpan
fragment
into
a cryptic
conjecture  &
ubiquitous
    riddle


THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived

Libra: the Aesthete of the Star Signs

Lips lustered with Venus-enchantment flirt as 
Imagineer steers your swoon to the Moon on a love song.. 
Beyond oneness with another, the lover and artiste 
Relishes color in counterpoise to white rising light, and so flows
Abstracts across a sunrise canvas to laud a treaty ‘tween night and day


Susan Ashley
April 8, 2021


*aesthete: a person who has a special appreciation of art and beauty. 
*imagineer: a person who is skilled in implementing creative 
  ideas into practical form. A Blend of imagine and engineer. 


Poet’s note: not for a contest but inspired by the “Star Sign Acrostics” poetry contest sponsored by Charlotte Puddifoot.. Thank you, Charlotte, for the wonderful inspiration. I’m sorry I missed out on entering your contest.

Sonnet

Sicilian school with 
Sets of unstressed and stressed 
Syllables of fourteen 
Sentences with strict rhyme 
Songs streamed from Sir Philip,
Shakespeare, Spenser and so 
Satisfied aesthete souls


Pleiades 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May 
Date: 22-10-2020
Placed : 1st

With Goals In Tow

I’ve fewer days ahead of me
than those I have been blessed to see.
Though time moves on so rapidly,
	my hopes sustain.

God still has plans for me, I know.
He’s guiding me as to and fro
I move through life with goals in tow
	that never wane.

Have I implied that my mind teems
with brilliant thoughts and sky-high dreams,
that life is bursting at the seams
            with nonstop gain?

Not so! My peace and happiness
come from relationships that bless
my life, all through the Lord’s largess.
	I can’t complain.

I feel fulfilled when I complete
a piece with rhyme and steady beat.
Though it won’t thrill the true aesthete,
	it’s not in vain!


July 29, 2020
entered the Tail-rhyme Contest    Received NA August 26, 2020


September 28, 2020
Poetry Contest Title: N-A Re-Run, 11
Sponsor: John Hamilton


February 15, 2021
entered in Brian Strand's All Yours (Feb 15) Contest

The Bridie Price of An Unfortunate Lady

THE BRIDIE PRICE OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY
Quietly her love fathomed
The glittering incisor,
A puissant one unravished,
An aesthete affirmed.
Wide in comb of friend
A pilot stood aghast
In rapt marvel of a portrait.
With no joy of dislike he lust:
“I cheer a bride that loves my name;
Such that beckons cheerio in flight,
Behold her chuckling cheek
That calls a carcass alive.
Sir, mind me her love
And I shall yield gold for your care
This portrait moved me
I ogle her a wife”
In shambled voice of remorse
Thundered the hoary pa:
“This trophy of demise,
Here I pore over a piece of virtue and mourn.”
An artless astronaut sigh!
“I cherish her to the core!
And pay for such comeliness
And bids no wife alive.
An artist shall depict a jewel
And hang on my neck
In spirited honour and mourn;
I have her a myth than alive.”

Food Review

The aesthete bounds into the Bakery
He tasted all of the bread
To the village, the crumb tastes perfectly 
Yet the contrarian said
I've tasted crust, and your bread is too sweet
I'll eat somewhere else instead
And the Baker saluted the foodie
Yet regarded the critic as phooey

The Eschaton of the Troglodyte

One million years ago
Before everything we know
Was "this" even here
On the galactic frontier?

For some there's no debate
There was some extant state
For some there's no dispute
God's mouth still lay mute

Such a frothy matter
With such uncivil chatter
And a million years from today
Will we have seen doomsday?

What of this present moment
And all its' many components?
Is this the nexus of it all?
End of the aesthete and Neanderthal?

Somewhere Far Away

Somewhere far away 
    someone is reading what 
you've published 
    Everyone of you out there 
has been exposed 
Lights continue to shine on 
    in the distance 
Both in the city 
    and in your mind 
Somewhere far away 
    someone is reading 
what you've published 
    That person might be a 
lawyer, doctor ,dock worker, homeless person 
   or an aesthete
   Just keep reminding yourself 
   everyday that you have talent 
Ignore the critics 
    for they are not creators 
of original work 
   As I sit here in the asphalt homeland 
I feel the night wrap itself around me 
   like a crystalline blanket 
Verse is an excellent friend 
   (at times)

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