Best Arts Poems
Life is a smile of a newborn in mother's arms
Arts and crafts of stained glass from grains of sand
Freedom of a chick on its very first flight
Love of a mother scurrying beside a young fawn
Float on a lotus pond in style of white swans
Lyrics of nature scripted in nightingale's song
Painting in vermilion tints rising on meadows of fall
Rivers rushing down from spring mountaintops
Romance in lover's eyes watching a new dawn
Wonder in breath of a single-celled amoeba
September 14, 2019
HM: Strand special 5 by Brian Strand
Life poetry contest; Sponsor: Ironic Zink
Canvas in Creative Colors
Painter Paints to Persuade People;
Sends Surprises to Spectators'Sight,
and Wide-ranging Wonder World Wide;
Like Lighting the Love in one's Life,
Arts in it is an Asset from Above!
Note: I composed this poem because arts is my passion.
industrial and
banker...politician and
military man
they are all the same...
when running the world for us
it's profit for them
why not people from...
say...the arts sciences as
our freedom leaders
At the Charlie Norton School of Performing Arts
They only taught armoured acting parts.
They had a special maintenance man
Always kept busy with his little oil can
Keeping the suits free of fleas
And all the joints moving with ease,
Especially the cunningly concealed vent
For the disposal of excrement
And the removal of noxious gasses
Which even the refined on occasion passes.
Trying to learn lines could be hell
When surrounded by your own trapped smell.
In the event of a dearth of suitable parts
They taught other non performing arts
Like sweeping leaves away from drains
In the event of torrential rains.
As this part of the course was free
It didn’t carry its own degree
But for the elite chosen few
It could be a unit of your NVQ.
The Charlie Norton School of Performing Arts
Gives your career a powered kick start
I sing
Darling
Sweet note
I wrote
Organ
Such fun
Octaves
My faves
To play
All day
Loves art
Sweetheart
I choose
Bold hues
I draw
With glow
Hobbies
Bring peace
Frozen and left for dead
I can speak no words
nor shake my head
only the sky
moves on
above me
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 12th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
Karate is not only about winning, but also mastering your mind.
Date: 09/12/2015
The nine muses
Daughters of Zeus
Inspiring of mortals
And nurturers of the arts
The first was,
The divine Calliope,
Beautiful-voiced,
Was the muse of the epic poets
A writing tablet in her hand
Calliope was Homer's muse
Inspiration for the Iliad
Divine influence of the Odyssey
The second was,
The divine Clio
The maker of fame,
Was the muse of history
A parchment scroll in her hands
Clio was the proclaimer
The third was,
The divine Erato,
Desired and lovely,
Was the muse of the lyric poets
A golden arrow in her hand
Muse of love verse
And of Erotic poetry
Erato the muse who charms the sight
And inspires love in everybody
The fourth was,
The divine Euterpe,
Rejoicing well,
Was firstly the muse of music
Then of Lyrical poetry
A double flute in her hand
Euterpe the Giver of delight
The fifth was,
The divine Melpomène,
The one that is melodious,
Was firstly the muse of singing
To celebrate with dance and song
Then she became the muse of tragedy
And hid behind a tragic mask
A knife or club in her hand
Creator of beautiful lyrical phrases
Melpomène muse of Horace
The sixth was,
The divine Polyhymnia,
The one of many hymns,
Was the Muse of sacred poetry and sacred hymns
Of eloquence and pantomime
In her long cloak and classical pose
Polyhymnia was a serious, pensive and meditative muse
The seventh was,
The divine Terpsichore,
Delight of dancing,
Muse of choral songs and dance
A lyre in her hand
Accompanies the dancers
Terpsichore muse of dance
Mother of the sirens
The eighth was,
The divine Thalia,
Flourishing, in bloom,
Was the muse of comedy and idyllic poetry
A comic mask in her hand
The praises of Thalia, rustic goddess
And in her songs flourish through time
The ninth and final was,
The divine Urania,
Heavenly muse,
Was the muse of astrology
A globe in her hand
Dressed in a cloak embroidered with stars
Urania was reader of the stars
We wore our meri blouses
And on stilts built our houses…
We carried our bilums so beautiful
And custom dressings so very colourful.
We wore our island dresses
And displayed our art in richness…
We played our native string-band
And drew creative designs on sand.
We wore our dark sulus
And brown costumes not too loose…
We had high standards of fashion sense
And portrayed our crafts so immense.
We wore our shell necklaces
And a smile on our pretty faces…
We proudly exhibited our pan-piping
And were famous for our musical singing.
We wore our Caledonian dresses
And straw hats with leaves of freshness…
We spoke in our native francophone
And laid out our valuable money in stone.
So much vast diversity in culture
And numerous traditions needing nurture…
So much customs unique in many ways
Being revived and exposed these 14 days.
Though we were faced with many challenges
We have overcome for much further voyages…
PNG, Vanuatu, Fiji, Solomon & New Caledonia –
Still one and still celebrating the values and spirit of our Melanesia.
Nude model posing
Strokes of paintbrush can't capture
Darkness of her heart...
for Brian's contest " A VERSE any theme/form MAX 5 LINES "
http://www.worldgallery.co.uk/art-print/My-Naked-Wife-Watching-Her-Body-Become-Steps,-three-Vertebrae-of-a-Column,-Sky,-and-Architecture-50408.html
Salvador Dali
Mental Stability
Attitude
Respect
Timed Perfection
Intercepting
Arts
Lower and Upper Limbs
Acrobatic
Rehearsal
Tactical
Stance
© Copyright KC.Leake
15th April 2015
All Rights Reserved
"Ki-Ahp!" I draw back my arm like a sword,
stepping back to challenge, before bracing forward.
Like weapons meeting, grunting lips clink,
each movement controlled, bodies never link.
Roundhouse kicks swing, kumgang punches pop.
Whirlwinds can be felt with each rapid chop.
Maneuvers are blocked with reflexes swift.
From side to side, back and forth we shift.
Rhythmically flowing like a rehearsed dance,
we give-and-take with each emboldened glance.
A stern whistle blows; we wipe our moist brows,
then respectfully shake hands, after our bows.
1-16-2023
what is it about the arts
of living, of loving
possessing
a perspective piece of perseverance
a masterpiece of perfect
imperfections
I her Rembrandt
baroque with dominance
revered to deference
sketches
upon a papal pad
indentured within
ashes bellowing
from the dead
examined
breast to head
curled in creases
crest created and waned
wanted wistful and tamed
no answers
only clouded visions
remain
Universe full with moon and stars,
The sun shines to all planets,
decorate earth with many colors,
humans are developed being of nature,
think,Talk,walk, work different to others,
ability to fulfill imagination with powers,
adapt to environment in their favors,
ice- rain irrigate to soil flake,
aqua flow in the earth or surface,
water is life, nature gives,
with miner water body save,
boil and frozen only human can ,
run the ship on oceans waves,
man with water to many plays,
awesome mountains,forests or lakes,
wind, water or edible, all to lives,
depend on nature,beings of surface,
only human rises crops or foliage,
makes home and cooking on blaze,
adorn the body and wear clothes,
several artificial, only human makes,
earth full with many colorful beings,
some flew on sky, some live on land ,
swim in water , some creep in terrene,
creatures cannot , the human can,
traveling in car and fly the plane,
mobile or internet use human face,
human goes on moon or mars surface,
I am artist and poet.
Art is poetry for eyes;
Poetry, art for the heart.
They are me...I'm them.
Sister arts have ties that bind,
Imagery by brush or words.
My sister arts, me, are one;
They mirror my soul.
Sandra M. Haight