Best Esthetic Poems

Inside the Middle Kingdom

31/10/18


Beneath a pale sky of bleakest white,
Songs carried by the eastern wind,
The faint sounds of flutes and lesser known cries,
Reveal a surface less skimmed.

The slowest of flicks by a wise older wrist,
With contentment despite all the noise,
A story to tell at the call of five bells,
Displaying of true grace and poise.

Manicured plants, slow songs and arts,
Early Sundays a skew,
To walk on this road, a foreign mind wanders,
To feel one of only a few.

This once was a place of long pondered dreams,
Of esthetic smoke screens,
Of mystery wonder and awe,
Now shrouded behind bureaucratic decline,
Can China be China once more?

number 10.)
Appropriations will be cost effective only when mass production is labeled'for 
esthetic use only'.
number 9).
All committee decisions must be based on my own and no one elses.
number8).
The 'sleek new modern' must be based on Baroque precepts that stem from 
facistic-anarchical individualistic expression over the state.
number7).
The media is to be tightly controlled based on my novel
number6).
There is no number 6.
number 5).
The deliniation of taste will be non linear.
number 4).
I will be awash with cash I now don't have.
number 3).
Teenage angst will be programmed into everyone well into their eighties.
number 2).
There may be a number 2 in a parallel universe.
And the number one result When Artists Finally take over the World is........
ME!

Go West, Young Man (But Not So Fast)!

The old saw "Go West, Young Man" is attributed to Horace Greeley,
But it was coined by a writer from a Terre Haute paper, really!
Horace was agin' westward expansion and was filled with doubt,
So in 1839 he decided to travel west to see what it was all about!

He traveled by Concord stage which was then in its Golden Age,
Crossin' desert, plain and Rockies, bravin' robbers and Osage.
On the trek esthetic Horace rubbed shoulders with pious preachers,
Gamblers, sozzled drunks, "soiled doves" and decorous teachers!

He arrived in Carson City, Nevady needin' a speedy coach to reach
Placerville, Californy where he was scheduled to give a speech.
Now drivin' the swayin' stage to Californy who would a-thunk,
That hapless Horace would be ridin' with celebrated Henry Monk!

"Hang on, Mister Greeley. I'll git you thar with time to spare!"
With that he cracked his whip - the horses took off in a tear!
Passengers were bounced about as Hank avoided stumps and boulders,
Hurtlin' thro' mountain passes rife with precipitous shoulders!

Horace protested loudly to Hank to express his trepidation,
Sayin' he warn't in that much of a hurry to reach his destination!
Upon arrival, somewhat shaken, from the stage he reeled down.
An inauspicious appearance for a gentleman of such renown!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)

A Significant Elegance

I marvel at her elegance
elegance born of an understanding
an esthetic awareness, the knowing of who she is 
She embraces both the beauty and limitations of her form
Wearing what pleases her 
no longer putting pretty things away for some future occasion 

Her clothing creates movement
for she does not wish to stay still
I see her eyes sparkle with the eagerness of yesterday's child
the exuberance of her endless possibilities
Still a subtle sadness resides
a warning of sorts
an "approach with caution"
"come to me, but keep your distance"
perhaps she feels safer that way

Maybe this is part of her aesthetic
for music cannot exist without tension
notes are born of apposing forces
So I will ask my questions
attempt to understand 
I will hear what she wishes to tell
and I will try to comprehend
Most importantly I will appreciate her elegance
the freedom she finds within her laughter
Her inquisitiveness as she peers over her glasses
for she is both a teacher and a student
life for her remains and adventure
and she chooses to live it
one note at a time
until she has written her symphony
until she has painted all of her colors
until she realizes that pain serves a purpose
Without it we never truly become
we never truly know
who we really are

Impatiens

Growing flowers is a family tradition
Each spring, I set out on a new expedition
Traveling from nursery to nursery to find
Multi-colored impatiens, no two of one kind

Although I become impatient planting in March
By June their blossoms flourish in a rainbow arch
Surrounding oak trees in a fertile, shady place
Impatience arrested, impatiens I embrace

Armed with plant food, I have nourished this vibrant crop
They bear seeds that take root, now their spread I can’t stop
A full spectrum of blooms brings esthetic pleasure
I view from my porch, feel blessed with nature’s treasure

From radiant flowers, I learn to be patient
Knowing rewards take time when growing impatiens


*For Constance's Beautiful Flower contest.  To see a display of impatiens, visit 
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Back To Eden—stimulating

Temperately cooled shade 
From Cedar trees off the 
Coast of Lebanon
Shielded our state of 
Nudity.  Sincerely we
Speculated; as I wonderfully 
Whispered in her esthetic ears: 
"Eve my emphatically enlightened, 
This garden is stimulating 
Like paradise." As
Sweet musical rapture 
Soothed our souring 
Souls from melodious 
Harps of grander, 
She warmly whispered, 
"Just let your tantalizingly 
Soft sizzling fingers 
Entwined with the 
Hair curling on the back of 
My warm neck, 
While I taste your lips" 
Splendidly we sipped warned 
Warbler feathered wine  
From Macedonia’s vine, as 
Our bodies tingled
With rapture for—the
Honey to come…

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Dedicated to LMB and all the Eves in the contest.
Mar sin leat!

9th Place Winner
Adam in Eden Contest
Sponsored by Linda-Marie Bariana
6/15/10

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John Gondolf

 John’s “journey of high hopes through life’s extremes”
Of “searching poet’s trek while chasing dreams”,
“Heavy load of life”, eloquently shared,
No inner longings of his soul he spared.

Goodness and Gracious – highlights of mankind,
One would suffice; both truly is a find.
Nuanced, his nurtured words cast far and wide, 
Depth of his vivid vision - verified.
Once his verse “wraps round tightly like a glove
Leaving our lonely hearts” so full of love!
Following your muse – esthetic journey. 
           


Quotes from “The Journey”,” Longing”


January 04, 2021

Pink Snow

Conceived by negative compounds
I came to existence,
Covered in an attractive outfit 
An attraction too many

My sisters’ crystal clear
Cold and useful
Could be found at the poles
to regulates the earth’s temperature

My looks a reflection of my
Composition
Gases of all nature, bad bad bad
Negative to plants and animals

Yes I am pink in color
Attractive to the short sighted
Esthetic to the beauticians

Yes I am pink and cold
I bring a negative message watch out
I should be white not pink.

Symmetrically Stunning Simplicity

Simplicity seduces stunning symmetrically salivating stimuli
Complexity confounds controlled curiosities calculating clarify
Ambiguous ambitions amplify arousing academics admirable
Mellifluous melodies making magical memories memorable

Poetic pendulums pondering pensive promiscuous pleasures
Esthetic echoes encouraging efficacious emulative endeavors
Deceiving diametrical dilemmas distancing dichotic delusions
Receiving rhythmically ratiocinative raging roaring revolutions

Beautiful breaths breathing benevolent boisterous behaving
Irreducible imaginary immortalizing idling iconic interfacing
Harmonic hemispheres hovering Homeric humble hypnotic
Tectonic transitions technical tantalizing theatrics thermotic.



This poem is dedicated to my friend Andrea Dietrich...whose poetry inspires all
In reference to her latest potd "When Poetry is Art"
Just messing with you my friend...love ya...and Happy! Holidays!


...this poem can also be read backward~from right to left...




Dec.17.2019
Your Best New Poem
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet

N/A for contest

No's

No’s


Talking to themselves in the third person
Detached, separate, 
ominous—a stilted nuance that does want to know  
Abrupt attention spans lashing out as the deadends foreclose
Cutting back on all the backslapping
Having wanted to believe all the
smooth lies and all that crap brings
Devolver minds snapping
Struggling to get out from under makes denial clear
That hate will only listen to fear 
Ground-zero panderers jacked up on anger and lack of reason
Birthers, 
churchers, 
hardrighters, flinching through all the circumspect treasons
 
The angryanxiety fringe
A binge of onthemake bumper-sticker values gone rouge
Corrosive 
these druthers and their blackface esthetic:
the avarice acumen pathetic													
Offish flaws as validation, rage as wisdom
What the No generation has become
			
A reality TV worldview that sees itself through its swindled delusions
Overmedicated, undereducated—the slander ethic
70%-off prosperity 
Nightmare personalities who just don’t get it
Alibiing 
the next impulse—gimme now
Rationalizing the next urge—gimme now
Surging the absurd—gimme now
Going for another denial do or die—gimme now

A La Larissa Perfume

“A La Larissa” perfume has appeared!
The fragrance of it is great and neared.
It’s just for your elegance and intelligence.
It’s not for the masses!
It’s for the women in the evening dresses.
It’s for the ladies of extra classes.
This perfume is an explosion of warmth,
It gives you real sexual storms.
It gives you the enveloping notes,
It rises up your best emotes,
It’s a heady memorable ode,
It’s the mode of a highly sort of perfume.
You’ll feel comfortable with it at any ballroom.
It’s eccentric smell will make you feel so well.
When you are in the evening gown,
It will turn all heads on its own.
This perfume is really the best.
The best and… out of the rest!
Just a drop of it and…you are on the top.
A drop and …you’ll be for sure the pop.
What a prestige! What a delight!
Magic perfume “ A La Larissa”!!!
You can only hear men’s whisper:
She is a vanquisher!
Is she a princess from Saragossa?
Oh, no! This aroma is from Odessa!
It has the smell of the Black Sea.
It has the fragrance of an acacia tree.
“A La Larissa" perfume is just fantastic!
It’s so poetic and esthetic!
It smells the rain, it smells the snow!
The world of all flowers it shows!
With “A La Larissa” you’ll understand
What real art is on our land.
Using “A La Larissa” 
You’ll get the ocean of sensation.
You’ll get your own impersonation!
It will even cause a poet’s inspiration.
It will give you the best charm,
It will give you the tenderness alarm.
You’ll be out of masses an exception!
You’ll be … The Lady Perfection!

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

The Fen and Kingdom

Esthetic arts and ample wisdom
Upon a sullied fen and a gemmed kingdom

Sullied fen, how filthy you are!
Beauty has fled and is now afar

We seek wisdom, it is to be found
Not among what your grime surrounds

They left the fen, how selfish within
Here, the shallowness of mankind begins

If only they’ve seen the glamour it holds
Wisdom within, wisdom to unfold…

Wealth and gold, marvels of life!
Upon the kingdom’s crown were rife

It lay somewhere among the attire
Yet it was neither wisdom nor satire
 
O kingdom it was wisdom you claimed!
One your prosperity and wealth have tamed

Beguiled they were by the gilded reign
They now believed it was wisdom’s terrain

They have failed to see, How shallow is sight?
Beauty has just demolished insight…

“Insight is beauty… Beauty is not insight”

Libra

LIBRA

   L ooks on to the bright side and loves to learn new things

   I ntellectual and has a keen mind needing mental stimulation

   B alance to create equilibrium and harmony in all areas of life

   R ich inner life with unmatched imagination and boundless creativity

   A esthetic, adores high art, fine objects and appreciates beauty 


3/29/21     Star Sign Acrostics Poetry
                 Charlotte Puddifoot

Second Heaven Pageantry of Coral Blue Hues With White and Green Scence Beautiful-

Midst those the second viewed heaven;
Blue based white clouds drifting floating;
Pageantry of coral blues hues;

Greenery trees stance tall seven;
Waves of curling flows waves boating;
Early morning viewing grounds dew;

Those breeze pushes waters session;
Toward my mind heart eyes coding;
So esthetic blue, whites, green view;

Rushing to me stream waves weapon;
Eye gate viewed scene brilliant growing’
Mountain ranged background hangs down dew;

Picturesque, flowing painted earth;
Sculpturesque, landscaped visage worth;



6/24/23
Trilonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May 
Picture #2.

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line:	8 8 8 0 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 0 8 8
Total # Syllables:	112
Total # Lines:	18  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 N/A
Total # Words:	76

If These Guys Didn'T Use the Word, Why Should I

Shakespeare found nothing esthetic about peripatetic
   Kazantzakis and Joyce found it maudlin, bathetic

Dickens and Dickinson thought it alarmingly phrenetic
   I’d use the word in my poems,     frankly it’s asyndetic*




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*denoting the omission of a conjunction between two parts
  of a sentence.