Poe the master of the macabre &creator of the first fictional detective, C. Auguste Dupin with much to say in his essay 'The Philosophy of Composition' It is said Poe viewed poetry as his true calling and highest art form, seeing it as the rhythmic creation of beauty.This long poem reputed as his poetic masteriece is full of dramatic dialogue thus reads more as a prose poem .I prefer his shorter 'eap' style list cinquain where L1 is a statement followed by rhymed L2-5 that amplify the statement with words introduced by 'in the' by the ' of' inspired by sililoqy in this form in the conclusion of his essay Poetic Principle.
'Two Sisters on the Terrace' by Pierre Auguste Renoir is a famous painting exhibited at the Art Institute of Chicago.
two lovely sisters
on terrace with abandon
bathed in dewy glow~
elder dreaming in quiet
younger flashing naivety
The Tower was engineered
by Monsieur Eiffel in Paris
the Wheel was favoured
by Mr. Ferris
Michelangelo in Rome
contributed St. Peter's Basilica dome
Eddystone Lighthouse the first
was constructed by Winstanley and
in St. Paul's Cathedral
Sir Christopher Wren had a hand
the seated Thinker
was carved out by Auguste Rodin
the Taj Mahal (Mumtaz') tomb
commissioned by Shah Jahan
all roads lead to the Colosseum
started by Emperor Vespasian
Borglum executed Mount Rushmore
while Hadrian gave us the Wall
and Ferdinand de Lesseps
secured the Suez Canal
in Byzantine Constantinople
Justinian I built the Hagia Sophia
in Italy Bonanno Pisano began
the (later leaning) Tower of Pisa
the Egyptian Pharaoh Khafre
inspired the Sphinx
but in Scotland who designed
the Musselburgh (golf) Links
Words, words, words.
I want to be a poet so bad. But the leters can't make the right chords. To make the melody evenly sad. To flurish it with a spark, big words, ornaments, or some genius. Competing with myself, perfection itself, I am left speechless.
Stroke feathers of a lamb lit fire in a lamp. Nothing is impossible. The possibilities are endless. Endlesness is endless.
I want to touch souls like mine. The universal language of love. Spread understanding. Or find it. When touching it, light it on fire and watch the flames bloom. Methaphors, conections, puns, and games. In a sharp mind, all may be relevant. Thus am I so frustrated. Pride and prejustice, teach me your ways. Foxes, teach me your ways. Shamans, teach me your ways. Please, please, let me be the soul I want to look at. Sharpen me like a knife. Knife that can carve a Venus and David. Auguste Rodim, make me your thinker. Catch me before I fall. Please. Until it's not too late.
Sculptor Auguste Rodin
with two hands* once did begin
Placing then in parallel
an allegory therein does dwel!
Pierre -Auguste Renoir - artiste
whose art ones eyes can always feast
Especially 'CUP of CHOCLATE'
one which all can easily relate
I had never seen such a regal crown
It was sparkling full of jewels
Looked like it was freshly polished
It belonged to the Grand Duchess grandpa said
Auguste Victoria, German’s finest queenly monarch
I could tell that he had been smitten
How did we get it, Grandpa?
My great-great-grandfather would never tell he said.
We smiled at each other, knowing our family well.
Most of us are popular extraverts, adored by many.
Just be yourself, he said. Great things will happen.
And of course, he was right, and they did.
Seriex sculptor Auguste Rodin
knew how bring grin
So very prolific he did not cease
the thinker being his most famous piece
Jean Auguste Domiique Ingres
a suptreme draughtsman everyone says
An advocate of Raphael
his style never changed truth to tell
Jean-Auguste Dominique
such perfection he did seek
So precise & mastery of line
each painting 'finish' so very fine
Sculpture ~ The Thinker ~ Auguste Rodin
What's life for?
"To be or
not to be",
sums up me:
questioning
everything.
Should I go
or say no?
Do I fight
or take flight?
Close my eyes
or apprise
all that's swirled
in the world?
Go outside,
take a ride?
Or stay home,
write a poem?
Read a book?
Take a look
at the news,
or refuse?
Leave my job,
be a slob -
or work more
at each chore?
Help to feed
those in need?
Answers come,
but where from?
Deep within,
where it's been
waiting for
"To be or
not to be",
now I see:
always start
with your heart -
there you'll find
peace of mind.
written 7 Sep 2020
(Fact not fiction. True research).
Birth place creation from France
The one and only Queen of freedom
Along side of Queen of England.
Sculptured design by Frederic Auguste Bartholdi
The statue of liberty was and built by Gustave Eiffel.
Arrived in 214 in a package case from Roven France.
I can imagine that was a lot of weight and work well done in deed
June of 1885 the completed Statue became dedicated.
Of course it was dedicated on October 28th,1886 by president Grover Cleveland.
designed as a National Monument in 1924. and becomes the Americas most famous symbol of freedom. with it star of it's own.one of a kind even I would want one of my own.
Beautiful for sure the statue will always be. I've seeing it up close it's taller than a tree.
All statues have a history that means something to the world
Of what was then and now without them all we would of never now what was then and now having a art to go with the books.
I played the auguste to Coco the clown.
Acting charades, with a smile and a frown.
Crowds clapping, and jeering,
Loud laughter, then cheering,
When tumbling over, my trousers fell down.
9/ 16/ 2017.
KISS OF RODIN
My body rages with your close proximity
You heed the heady breathing of my heart
A lover’s touch, rose petals of magnanimity
The Kiss of Rodin’s rapturous sculpted art
You heed the heady breathing of my heart
Becoming vulnerable with aching breast
The Kiss of Rodin’s rapturous sculpted art
Limbs wrap around me, our lips pressed
Becoming vulnerable with aching breast
Voluptuous emotions, a mind-blowing high
Limbs wrap around me, our lips pressed
Rhythmic movements of the earth and sky
Voluptuous emotions, a mind-blowing high
A lover’s touch, rose petals of magnanimity
Rhythmic movements of the earth and sky
My body rages with your close proximity
5/30/2017
Pantoum Form
*The Kiss was sculpted by french artist Auguste Rodin
soon enough I discovered
her neighbor calls him Caspar or Caspor
but it wasn't long
before I named him Auguste
he has claimed my love's apartment—
even hypnotized her to have ready
water and treats on one corner
but what impressed us most,
the first time he laid eyes on me,
he started rolling over and over me
on the loveseat
thus, he has seduced us entirely
every time he prances down the hall,
when the back door has been left slightly ajar,
our eyes light up—each hoping to be the one
he'll first approach for petting
~
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