Best Florentine Poems
Benedict was tired, he’d been driving all day.
This was his last delivery, 2 tonnes of eggs delivered to Safeway.
The kid came out of nowhere, stared Benedict in the face,
He tried to brake, then swerved, in the wrong place.
The scene was chaos, emergency services scramble into action,
Ambulance officer, Florentine put Benedict’s legs into traction,
loaded him in the ambulance and quickly whisked him from the site.
The bystanders hoped that Benedict would be all white!
Sergeant Skillet arrived on the scene, he was feeling a little queasy.
A witness came forward and told Skillet the truck went over easy.
Skillet gleefully took a statement, finally a case he could crack.
He poached a pen from Constable Quiche, wrote it down on his back.
The clean up took some time, it was a delicate operation.
The fire brigade, were walking on “eggshells”, had been since they left the station.
Scene commander, Dumpty, directed the crew from a nearby wall.
If things went wrong, he knew he’d be the one to take the fall.
A nearby, protest group, trying to shake loose the yoke of oppression,
were called over to help, clean the streets, for these young folk a good lesson.
It’s not all about being self, centred from the cradle to the casket.
And to remember the old adage, Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.
Categories:
florentine, fun, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
A coral pink design on glistening ruby tapestry--
Reminiscent of ingenuity of sculptor's blueprints
In scarlet-orange tinges and teal-green imprints
Hanging spectacularly in the cosmic art gallery.
You are the brushstrokes of Florentine artistry--
Verses of poetry scripted in ornate vocabulary
Articulating the vision of a star studded galaxy
Flying in the universe on wings of your beauty.
The scent of purple heliotropes you often vied for
Lingers in search of your golden yellow persona
Since you left the earth floating on dream clouds
Ingesting dusty gases to forge your own replica.
Jealous are the stars of your blushing rose motif
Shaped like a monarch besting your surroundings,
An ornament you are, flashing your royal charm--
Jewel that took the crown from dying supernova.
June 10, 2019
Placed 3rd: Your choice (7) contest by Brian Strand
Placed 3rd:Nifty named nebula poetry contest by William Kekaula
Picture 1: The butterfly
Categories:
florentine, butterfly, imagery, sky, space,
Form:
Verse
On a cold frosty night the moon hung in the dark sky like a silver sixpence,
Waiting for a bus that seemed to be hours late, wind dried my face I was cold,
While leaning on the stop sign I could see into rooms through lighted windows,
All seemed warm and cosy Christmas Trees glowed and fairy lights went on and off.
Decorations hung from ceilings they were all colours gold, silver, reds and blue,
Black and white televisions told everyone about cold weather outside on the news,
People walked past windows wearing short sleeved jumpers, children smiled happily,
It was Christmas Eve, and somewhere in the background I could hear Slade singing.
In house windows and on mantle pieces hyacinths blossomed the mingled with the tree,
There were crocuses and Dutch and Florentine tulips adding to the splendor of a room,
Best tables were on show piled with egg-nogg and bottles of cream soda and lemonade,
Stockings full of chocolate, crunchies, buttons and a white milky bar hung on walls.
Open fires roared fed by copper coal scuttles mum and dad celebrated with a Babycham,
A glass of Sandymans Port sipped by the grand parents all laughing enjoying themselves,
Then in the cold night air I could hear an engine struggling up a hill to my bus stop,
A green double decker windows glowing stopped and I got on, I silently wished my window
Friends a happy Christmas.
Categories:
florentine, christmas, christmas, night, grandparents,
Form:
Prose Poetry
An enigmatic smile,
Divides two distinctive landscapes.
A life-like pose captivates,
The viewers complete attention.
Draped in Florentine fashion,
With a fascinating alluring gaze.
Mysterious brushstrokes entrap,
The somber...glossy secrets of yore.
______________________________
The Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci
For Brian’s ‘PICTURE THIS’ contest
Categories:
florentine, art
Form:
Ekphrasis
Anti-Poem – “At The Hollywood Plaza With Eddie And Dolores”
(Poet’s Instruction – Kindly play “You Can’t Be True, Dear,” by Ken Griffin, 1946, while reading).
she be smelling mighty good my dolores
she be my mexican chick from silver lake
man her deep brown eyes hypnotize me
her momma say she like me and my ford
I be driving a red ’46 super deluxe coupe
my catholic beads be hanging down from
the rearview mirror they tap like dancers
tonight she be dressed for eating burgers
my dolores she and her tight green dress
we be cruising the miracle mile for shows
when she say she want to see cary grant
i say you mad girl but let’s go to the plaza
in hollywood we can sit close in the lobby
we can listen to the organ music and kiss
maybe we see cary grant walking by there
maybe your big dream come true tonight
now we be kissing under fiery chandeliers
the flashy famous people be passing us by
the organ whining from a distant corridor
howling like a ghost in a greasy graveyard
my sweet dolores she be asking the time
when a pretty woman she sits down by us
i’m thinking she be a star at last i say hello
the blue-eyed babe she smile back at me
a red flower be pinned to her brown curls
here on a date she say to us smoking now
my babe say we be waiting for cary grant
now the girl say we might wait a long time
she say she saw him once at the florentine
she say he even tipped her a five dollar bill
man her deep blue sky eyes hypnotize me
now she say her date is outside in a sedan
be careful she say hollywood can be cruel
the organ music still be playing in whispers
moaning like pale ghost girls in a neon fog
Categories:
florentine, america, fantasy, imagination, romantic
Form:
Free verse
When he first began that canvas
with gentle brush' strokes,
he was unable to control those swift fingers:
did he realize that he was creating
a masterpiece...that painting
of ordinary woman with such serene eyes?
Was Da Vinci paid for his painting, or was his intent too probable:
to be immortalized as others in an era too rich and indelible?
Did Mona Lisa's attire made her not appear so noble to the Florentine court?
And although he was charmed by her, he only concentrated on his fine portrait!
Even the long-bearded Leonardo in his ingenious and creative mind
couldn't have imagined the viewers' admiring feeling;
and I look at it in awe envisioning the master's skillful hand
carefully giving it the final touch to complete the immortal painting!
Categories:
florentine, art, beauty, creation,
Form:
Rhyme
(Mini Glosa)
Text:
Two pictures on an ancient wall
In the grand Florentine Hall
By Anonymous
Two pictures on an ancient wall.
One shows a fair girl who looks like a doll.
This picture is very old and kind of tall,
The other one in comparison it's not that small.
Multitudes attend now this art show,have a ball.
Two pictures on an ancient wall.
In the grand Florentine hall.
It attracts and fascinates the eyes of all.
The other painting showing the young man is fine.
He shows magnificently in his ancestral castle scene.
Both paintings hang now side by side
In the grand Florentine hall.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
September,24,2014
Categories:
florentine, art, fantasy, joy, visionary,
Form:
Rhyme
The crowbar rattled at the clattering noise,
In the yard, against the hulls and hoys,
A Cloud of tar smoke rose through the green,
Large oil slicks floating on the lake sheen.
Inconsistent hills throughout the landscape,
The sunlight was a deep purple color shape,
Similar to the finishes of Florentine bronze,
That's it for the day, no real swans.
Overwhelming sadness now needs our song,
From death, an awful lot of sadness sprung,
What type of tears? What heart's grief arrest,
What sighs on sighs lobs the mom's breast?
With faint homes to brilliant ethereal light,
The enchanted guiltless has taken flight,
On the liberal bosom of undying love,
We find a concealed elevation above.
Warden, I realize you both mourn her loss,
She no longer feels the hold of pain across,
The regulations of elegance are without bias,
You can turn your pain into grace and praise.
The dread of the interminable assault,
The arrival of gizmos has long been sought,
All these notions had a major effect on history,
Each was a frightening age-related mystery.
The attack on slavery was nonsense,
Designed to hide the ambitions for pretense,
Never before has a tiny beast attacked so hard,
It just bites its horns and hides with its tiny shard.
Thoughts on webcasts, phone calls, Facebook,
Rising vitality contains attacks and an ebook,
Both were made by teenagers in their twenties
Bounty drives and precious realities.
Do not shed tears in the flowing river,
No real pain in the dark pits to deliver,
The first light was magnificently bright,
It was soon covered by the haze of the night.
This eliminates spontaneity, love, and anxiety,
It steals time and hides physical and moral piety,
Concept, politics, creation, and profit come first,
A blitzing slave was a lie to hide the curst.
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: September 08, 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 32 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
florentine, analogy, bereavement, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Sarajevo - STOLEN WATERS SWEET
Forgotten by a world in need of sin,
They reason not one thing no one could know
Nor question what has come from now and then,
the burden they must bear, and never show.
How much indebted all the world should be
for stolen waters, sweet, unto its taste
and looking not, when there's so much to see.
before their very eyes, in total waste.
And though in Harry's Bar, so Florentine,
All Mercinarie's lovers egged them on,
To be the dogs of war, they've always been,
Not caring even if they're dead and gone.
Their stolen waters, sweet, from Holy Word
Can never quench their thirst, if never heard.
© Ron Wilson
Categories:
florentine, allah, betrayal, bible, war,
Form:
Sonnet
Have you ever heard in your mind
the sounds that silence makes
the silence that spreads like music
as in splendor a dewy morning breaks
silence that clings to a Florentine fog
as lone cyclist a cobble street snakes
the silence that hangs heavy
after a heavy down pour finally ends
or await with it for the moment
when heaven its pearly reward sends
they sound so different and surreal
like life’s ethereal myriad bends
the silence that weighty dwells
in wisps, rises from vacant eyes
the silence that fills to the brim
dole, of a beggar’s ripping sighs
silence that hangs like a sword
on fears of unsaid distant byes
silence o endless tormenting silence
you play on a piano’s dusty keys
from a chair that rocks in howling wind
on a lifeless verandah, distant sees
from a score of such like mends
wherefrom one has drunk to ones lees
it speaks no man’s earthly breath
yet heard in shattering numbness
in ache and blight so steeped
in rustle of a long gone worn dress
in raucous merry gay proceeds
or the mirth of a child’s bless
in the time of a frisky bloomy day
or gnaw of a long starry night
the lullaby of distant streaking trains
or the gondola’s reflective sight
the cavort of journeys done together
Echoes the hush of a soundless blight
original
saadat tahir
22nd July, 2k13
Islamabad.
Categories:
florentine, today, , Lullaby,
Form:
ABC
For those of you who are not Italian, it’s pronounced “gitta-GEEN”
It is consumed by Genovese, Sicilians, and Florentine.
You can find it in just about any Italian deli.
This spicy lunch meat was invented in Italy.
In Philadelphia, many use it to make a hoagie.
It can be found in Italian subs in LA.
It is used in Italian heroes in New York any day.
From what part of the pig is it made, do you suppose?
To be honest with you, it comes from the pig’s nose.
Categories:
florentine, food,
Form:
Rhyme
lament beautiful
multicolored butterfly
flitters through the sky
~
bright florentine soul
flying up toward God home
in spaces skies blue
~
lament beautiful
multicolored butterfly
flitters through the sky
5/14/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Categories:
florentine, adventure, beautiful, butterfly, color,
Form:
Haiku
I sense how flummoxed one becomes
staring at the starless night while the rising fog
drifts around the grotesque figures
more terrifying than a wild, hungry dog...
nobody notices another transient
challenging fear and being too persistent!
Walking through the grove of elms
with an unfogged mind, I take slow footsteps
not being frightened by the groans of a lonely wolf,
a human can be more dangerous than an animal
when he has lived in the remoteness to escape grief;
I push forward being drenched by a sudden rainfall...
nobody notices another transient
with a zealous and intrepid spirit!
Where's that path which leads to torturous Hell?
That imagined Hades the Florentine poet described so well?
Why was Dante driven by foolishness, vengeance, and folly?
He despised the horrible deeds of his peers
and confined them in the place of eternal fire,
taking on a role which made his intolerance conspire;
he begged God to make them suffer in agony,
he could have felt compassion and stopped their screams...
nobody noticed another transient
enthralled by a vicious intent!
Categories:
florentine, animal, anxiety, fear, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
Sippin' on a cup of Latte in a Florentine cafe
I was plannin' on how to spend my day…
When you walked over and asked me if this
Seat was taken, I looked up from my pen and
Paper and was awestruck by the dark haired
Hottie that was askin'!
I stood up and said why not have a seat
Although I wouldn't of in a million years
Conceived of the daily events that were
That were about to unfold and happen.
After a little conversation and gettin' to know
Each other better I said I just gotta ask you
somethin'...
What made you wanna sit at my table when you
Could have sat anywhere? You just smiled and said
Should I go and leave you to your letter?
I said, uh no, no that's ok I was just curious and
By the way it's not a letter I was just planning
My Vacation for today. You smiled again and
said well maybe we could spend it together.
I smiled back and said well hey I've got no
objections here! Then you said well then
I'll be your tour guide!
But I could tell in your voice and in your lovely
eyes I was in for quite a ride as we spent the
rest of the day getting acquainted in the ancient
city of Florence Italy and as the night did fall
quite too suddenly you asked me if I'd like to
go back to your place and before I knew it we
were naked under the covers, making love to
one another!
And now as the sun shines through the window
I lay awake and ponder was this your objective
from the start? What a way to spend what's left
of my holiday...God I love Florence Italy!
I hope I get this lucky again today whether
you ask me to stay or whether I find myself
back down at the Florentine Cafe!
Categories:
florentine, boyfriend, emotions, love,
Form:
Free verse
he waived cross examination
innovation had suffered a sucking head wound
and the Mossad was after my ass
a post Ragnarok picnic with a fire on the ice
hot enough to fry a penguin steak
code breakers grab your lapiz lazuli
it's the Florentine Colonnade Dancers
and gravy covers the spuds
the beaten man fears to drink his fill
swallowwed the shiny faucet handle
in a messy near suicide by drowning
tried to live on borrowed time
and die a meat eating hero with a following
but it was actually an oatmeal world
a banquet of boneless chicken
and seven times seven bags of Cheetos
we are all either the ruling class
doinking things up for generations to come
or clowns in the cross hairs
because they are still here aren't they
megalomania may well be a survival mechanism
where the retarded Adonises are grown
with a suspected core of infinite malice
the gatekeeper only wants to know your symptoms
my life was a waste of time I replied
your capacity for insolence will do you no harm
came the two replies to my reply
within minutes of each other
words are contours as well as baskets
I screamed turning up the gain
with them one can explore the human psyche
like monkeys in a cage
I sang because it's the smart thing to do
since I never learned to spell i-m-p-e-r-i-a-l
and as I rambled on and zoomed in
the teddy bear assassins
said thank you one and all and everything
you will know only briefly why you have to die
momentarily perplexed in demonic ecstasy
I grouted my stones with a la la la
and the streets filled with earthquake rubble
a vast line of gate crashers in waiting
dinner forks ready bye m'bye me eatum
stuff that down your silk shorts
and went to my final exit from the maze
it was the best he could honestly do
even when they upside us like meth hookers
up one side and down the aether
he dodged the repo man one more time
with the compass of compassion
while trying not to be a morale problem
the specimens in my cognitive laboratory
confide and call it symphony
yet in the end the neurons
played a starring role
trying to stir from the trance
he knew the risk
but had a mouth to feed
Categories:
florentine, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse