Best Aesthete Poems
The voices of my present state and feelings echo
down into my mother’s sympathetic ears,
They resonate…in no barriers, she decodes
with her warm understanding and great love overflow.
She hears my footsteps on trails of joy and contentment,
giving me her smiles with supporting hands to go ahead;
She hears my footsteps on path of desolation or in tacit sadness,
Offering her breast and shoulder to lean on,
her loving pieces of advice uplift my spirit, wipe my tears and give me breath.
My fragile emotion easily restores and mends,
Oh, mother dear, your listening ears are your heart’s aesthete!
A rich tapestry of comfort, love and affection,
where all my sighs , fears and sentiments will be laid.
No child’s turgid words in my mother’s loving ears,
regardless of distance, she listens, embraces and cares,
With her sensitive radar system, she knows all my needs
like Tannoys - so loud, supersonic, she hears them all vibrate.
Her ears synch well with her loving heart
Amazingly entwine, they are twosome…
Oh, mother dear, may I touch lovingly your ears with my both hands,
may I touch your angelic aging face as I thank you so much,
This poem is especially for you, I’m sending it with a SWALK
Sealed With my Loving Kiss on this sweet Mother’s Day card.
*Tannoy s- systems of loudspeakers for making announcements
Written: May 9, 2015 10.40pm
-This poem is a loving dedication to my ever dearest mom who is here with me right now. She loves poetry so much. She was my first teacher in reciting poetry. I was inspired to write a free verse poem for her. This is my Mother’s Day gift for her along with my humble art works/ paints, Mother’s Day t-shirt and card.
May I also dedicate this poem to all mothers all over the world. More power and blessings to you all! HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! MANY HUGS FROM ME!
First Place
Contest: Mother's Ears
Judged: 5/18/2015
Poet Sponsor: Craig Cornish
A Mother's Love, Tributes of Love for Mother's Day
Contest Judged: 5/3/2022 7:00:00 PM
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
Place 1
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.
I am an aesthete to the nature and its colors,
what will be the beauty of its creator?
My aestheticism fails to asses.
"I can't decide," she said,
"Whether you're an aesthete
Or an athlete,
A poet or a reprobate."
"Even when I'm a lout,
I'm an aesthete," he answered,
"I lure, rather than seek."
"So why do you
Need to dress up?"
"Like Ronald Firbank,
I suffer from a need
To give an outward show
Of my significance.
His lifestyle is an uncanny
Parallel
To my own young manhood.
I alienated people
Through a crippling shyness,
Which I disguised
With my violently idiosyncratic
Behaviour, wore cosmetics
And wrote novels
That reflected the luxurious
Lifestyle of a bygone age.
The sensation
Of never quite belonging
Lingered about me always;
That's why
I became an actor.
Through heavy experiences
I have built up
A stoned wall
Resistance
Against arrogance and aloofness.
I am a sophisticated cynic
With a kind heart
And a tendency towards regret."
("The Athlete, the Poet and the Reprobate" is based largely on writings created when I was about 20, and And in its original form, constituted some kind of
unfinished fantastical novel.)
My son, my son! He will one day put up his arms And shout out, “Play!”
He’ll scribble walls, my young aesthete, bang pots and pans to his own beat.
We’ll hide and seek in show’rs of May, and learn what clouds and stars might say.
He’ll run while stumbling with his feet and singing out his laughter sweet.
I know he’ll grow with every turn. My teachings round his mind he’ll churn.
I pray the good that I’ll instill enhance his power of free will,
And when he leaves he might secern what saves his world or makes it burn.
I hope his life shall then distill some greatness, making life a thrill.
I hope my days will still allow to reach these dreams I hold somehow,
‘Cause now’s the summer of my life and I’ve no child, and lost my wife.
If Fate my dreams does disavow, my art I heighten starting now.
I’ll also try by virtue rife to win my place in afterlife.
Remembered I might never be, most humans try this commonly.
Astounding this we try, agree? To endure like minor deity.
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?
*Image of Loving One More by NS.
A Second Please
Aesthete equip upkeep spade, trowel, and watering pail,
Balters out freely, gagging unwantable, grit travail,
Chrysalism advents the righteous eyes and elaborates,
Dulcet forgivings a moment's lapse and recuperates,
Euphoria occasions the receptive hearts embrace,
Felicity's steadies champion the winner's showcase,
Gossamer delicate filter fuses genteel gazes,
Harmonize the Gospel's prophetic parallel phrases,
Iridescence spellbinds above looks and lost impressions,
Justifiable step courses the upright's discretions,
Kindheartedness inherently effectuates the blest,
Lissomeness affects the civilized privileged expressed,
Mellifluous genteel everflowing enterprises,
Nascent origins destined promise epitomizes,
Opportunity avails the well-intent fruition,
Pristine presents its presence post sadden sky emission,
Quintessential innates encryption of a paragon,
Resplendence fashionably enriches the noumenon,
Serendipity ventures impulsive ones they're future,
Tendril's tenacious virility thriving to assure,
Ubiquitously an omnipresence or internet,
Vagary ideals grant causality silhouette,
Woolgathering mulls the lowly, awakes the enlightened,
Xenodochy's hotel's hospitality meets heightened,
Yesteryear traces memories, remembrance reverses,
Zenith's a second, in Abecedarian verses.
2022 August 28
*HMS; 14 syllables per 26 lines.
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.”
November first two thousand nineteen...
abuzz with Autumnal thrum
Divine myriad biota amidst
heavenly Lily of the valley
(Convallaria majalis),
he didst imaginatively greet
Edenic heavenly terra
incognita immeasurably sweet
nature's ensemble proffering
Gaia's quintessential orchestration
resplendent sensational treat
natural splendour regaling,
this fellow wayfarer
happenstance gifted autochthonous peoples
espied proud specimens unobtrusive
planted armada, viz sleek bodies fleet,
of foot while me accidentally
risking, schlepping, traipsing... offbeat
winessed unschooled tribe,
yet verily synchronized,
primed, muscled... athlete
their soundless rhythmic swiftly tailored
flit to and fro upon poetic
unshod calloused feet
carefully, gingerly, lightly...
I shod dully tread nsync
toward drumlins upbeat
mouthing, kneading, imbibing... glorious
ebullient choral unadulterated feat
extemporaneously kickstarting crisp and neat
pow hour full rhythm across
analogous macroscopic excellent spreadsheet
inducing their sonorous symphonic
roundelay unfamiliar tweet,
whereby flora and fauna future meal to eat
oblivious regarding mine seat
dated existence, which quiescent aesthete,
yours truly basked,
froliced, luxuriated... complete
as once innocent hymnals kindled atrocity
this observer, spectator aghast white as sheet,
how civilization's machinations didst deplete
terrestrial firmament within one fell stroke
eradicated once pristine unbroken
promises chiseled to cheat
rightful owners expansive swath
over yonder til ocean and land did meet
Europeans scoured seas one after another
lumbering bulwarked fleet
exhausting resources while simultaneous
mowing down aborigines
grotesquely analogous harvesting wheat
indiscriminate deliberate genocide
decimating indigenous tribes beat
defenseless against microbial
weapons of mass destruction,
thus only within third blind eye
courtesy invisible paleface with tenderfeet
strictly envisioned Perkiomen Valley
once abundantly populated
with ample game during cold and/or heat
paradise unbroken stretched hinterland,
where place names mock to pay hollow tribute,
where native peoples no longer replete
vinyl city amidst amidst graveyard
lovely bones turned to dust
paved over by mainstreet.
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
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)
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
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
Please don't think it's love
1.I hate how quickly I fall in love
It happens so naturally, like a leaf falling from a tree in summer.
I grow cosier and sweeter
Hiding in a hibiscus stalk like nectar
2.Please don't mistake it for infatuation
Slowly and deeply, it creeps in me
Like a python, sucking the life out of its victim
It's a temporal digression
3. I watch from the balcony each night as your car rolls into the driveway
Tried to wave or call out your name, like that would push me astray
Pretend you're interested in us as I walk by
Leaned sticky notes on your car, and you only sigh
4. Please don't think of this as infatuation
It is an obsession
Deep-rooted from within
It consumes me inside out, that is what it is
I wish it could go away
5. Please don't think of this as love
I'm just a fan in love with art
Not the artist
Please don't think I am in love
I know it's tough
6.As an aesthete, I adore the way
You flick your brush on the canvas
The rhythm you listen to as you sway
Your brows tingle at every depiction, while I stay anonymous
I notice the little things because I tend to be mysterious
7. Please don't think of this as hilarious
I am not in love with thee
But your work, I am too
Please don't think I am serious
I think I love you
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.