Best Gustave Poems
THE EIFFEL TOWER
In the city of light their aspire
Was to build to a climax higher
Gustave Eiffel you see
Said just leave it to me
I can satisfy all your desire
Monsieur Eiffel seen with affection
By Dames de Paris for perfection
Of his manner de Gaul
Mais plus ca most of all
For his grand magnifique **ection
21 April 2020
Categories:
gustave, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
"Poets are Us"
The blood dripped
off each piranha's
sharpened fang
acquiescing
compliant
with tragic complacency
keep it neat and clean
within the margins
no detours
stick like Teflon
to the poetic rules
virtuous and unsoiled
aa bb cc dd
pristine are us
sanctimonious sugared pus
we live for
accolades are us
Dorothy reads
Poets are us.
Smiles wryly,
laughs
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Happiness"/ Goldfrapp
https://youtu.be/mnHlGONToIc
"The downward slippery slope...."
(Anonymous)
"Un Coeur Simple", Gustave Flaubert, 1877
https://interlinearbooks.com/blog/our-sixth-interlinear-translation-un-coeur-simple-by-gustave-flaubert/
https://www.encyclopedia.com/arts/encyclopedias-almanacs-transcripts-and-maps/simple-heart-un-coeur-simple-gustave-flaubert-1877
e-book
https://www.gutenberg.org/files/1253/1253-h/1253-h.htm
"Flaubert's Parrot", Julian Barnes
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flaubert%27s_Parrot
https://www.supersummary.com/flauberts-parrot/summary
e-book
https://pdf.allbookshub.com/general/flaubert-parrot.pdf
Categories:
gustave, dark, humor, poets,
Form:
Free verse
"He who looks outside, dreams. He who looks inside, awakens."
Carl Gustave Jung
Be not manacled, bound or tightly tethered
to a paradigm that appears to be status quo
Being mired in quicksand made of torpor
will observe you drowning in an undertow
Look inside yourself to become a flowing river
willing to accept waters of many tributaries
those that offer new elements of enrichment
Awaken your mind to the 'what ifs' of estuaries
Don't wallow or flounder about in muck and silt
Widen your banks until they expand without edge
Let your thoughts become ripples on your surface
then follow them to seek wisdom and knowledge
Do battle with the stagnation of complacency
It's a human fault we often label, "satisfaction"
but if truth be told, it should be called "passivity"
Always push one step further by taking action
Escape from entrapment in dungeons of darkness
Brush away the leaden clouds from your vision
that may be guilty of having obscured your insight
Make a breakthrough by creating a simple revision
Delusions and blurred illusions will soon fade away
You don't have to leap building of soaring height
You're not Super Man, but don't allow your apathy
and laidback demeanor to become your kryptonite
Categories:
gustave, encouraging,
Form:
Rhyme
Gustave Eiffel's tower's an eyeful.
The view from its top makes me stifle
a gasp when I look down.
My stomach flips around;
I might just lose it in a trifle.
Categories:
gustave, travel,
Form:
Limerick
L'Origine du monde
smegma musk odors of clit
pervade my night sky
L'Origine du monde, the first realistic painting of a vulva in Western art (Oil painting by Jean Désiré Gustave Courbet 1866, Paris: Musée d'Orsay )
"I am fifty years old and I have always lived in freedom; let me end my life free; when I am dead let this be said of me: 'He belonged to no school, to no church, to no institution, to no academy, least of all to any régime except the régime of liberty."(Jean Désiré Gustave Courbet)
©rajat kanti chakrabarty
16 December 2014
Categories:
gustave, love, , western,
Form:
Haiku
JESUS AND PETER ON THE WATER
(Gustave Brion)
Walking on the water,
Walking on the sea,
I see Jesus walking,
Walking towards me,
Coming, He's coming near,
In fear, I'm dismayed,
He says, "Take heart, it's I,
Do not be afraid."
I say, "Bid me come, Lord,
Walking towards You,"
He says, "Come" and I walk
On the water blue,
The wind blows boisterous,
And I look at it,
Frightened, begin to sink,
Sinking bit by bit,
I cry out, "Lord, save me!"
He caught me stretched out,
"O you of little faith,
Wherefore did you doubt?"
Then we walked together
Back towards the ship,
The wind ceased, we all bowed
To Him in worship,
"You are the Son of God,
Now we know it's true",
That day, learnt a lesson,
Let me share with you,
"Look ever to Jesus,
Even in the storm,
Do not doubt His power,
Wonders He'll perform.
I was about to drown,
A wind's blow away
From sinking in deep doubt,
But He saved the day.
When I stepped out that day,
My faith, He restored,
Will you walk on water
Along with the Lord?"
28th March 2023
Categories:
gustave, jesus, miracle, water,
Form:
Quatrain
He pictured ceilings and walls
On his time were many calls-
A michelangelo of Art Nouveau
He painted friezes ,very slow
And thus erotica came on show
Tribute Gustave Klimt(1862-1918)
http://www.artcyclopedia.com/artists/klimt_gustav.html
Categories:
gustave, art, people
Form:
Narrative
Writing poetry draws one within
allowing the inward self to demonstrate
all that's been down there deep and dark
making your light shine before its too late
Irritation is a descriptive word
one that we all seek to emulate
it tasks our mind to our extreme
pointing higher worthy to contemplate
Consider the classical violinist supreme
who has a true ever living ear
but the challenge of quality reproduction
making the fingers touch without fear
But these fingers have a mind of their own
which can stop any reproduction
no matter how the sound comes over
it all continued under construction
The frustrations of a poetic writer
causes irritation within the grey matter
but there's hope with a capital H
inspiration comes to get one on a starter
'Quote:
" I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within."
- Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880) French Novelist.
Categories:
gustave, poets, words, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
(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.
Categories:
gustave, books, education, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
It has been raining everyday
The wet autumnal wind is here
And Mommy Maine just left us today
Peacefully. She just expired, dear
This Ebony Queen was a century plus six years young
Mommy Maine never got old. Beautiful and classy like a song
I was with her, in Houston, when her first beloved son
Our friend Yvon, had passed less than four months ago
Oh! Death, why, one day, must we all go?
What have we done to you? It’s always sad to lose
Someone special. At one point, nobody can choose
Between life and death. Mommy Maine just left us
She was our Black Star, our Smiling Diva. We’re at a loss
I have tears in my eyes, because she wouldn’t want me to cry
She was so magnanimous that she would not want us to cry
Mommy Maine just left. She just took her last breath
She left us. The celestial craft came early, at dawn, this morning
And left the body for us to ensepulcher, to bury. We are mourning
The passing of our wonderful North Star. Mommy Maine left
But she will without a doubt remain with us in spirit
She was an unspeakable inspiration, a quintessential majorette
A motivational speaker who always finds a way to encourage
To teach, to calm, to reason, to serve and to love. Her age
Did not matter. She was full of wisdom, wit, style, genre and protocol
No more smiles from her, no more advice and no more call
It’s raining profusely in the Northeast
Mrs. Germaine Dupiche, a hard worker, is now at rest, at peace
May God continue to bless such a beautiful mother
The dearest mother, aunt, friend of so many like Mother Nature!
P.S. My late father, Gustave Logerie would have said:
Que la Terre vous soit légère!
Sit tibi terra levis ! May the Earth be light on you!
Copyright © September 25, 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
gustave, blessing, eulogy, farewell, heartbroken,
Form:
Rhyme
Madame Bovary is the première novel of French writer Gustave Flaubert, published in 1856. It tells the melancholy story of the entitled marriage into a lackluster middle-class lifestyle that ends in tragedy.
Docteur Bovary: Blessed Are The Meek.
Yet was oft-mocked, a humble sort,
Subsist med recruit, 2nd strength,
Officier in Public Health grants.
Weds Dubuc, whom his mother grants,
Meets Emma Rouault whom his sort,
Héloïse dies courts Emma, strength.
A doctor of meager practice strength,
Is compassionate and bored grants,
Lacking enterprise ought to sort.
Clueless sort, strength was debted
Emma and grants's her owning
dalliances by various men
justified as being fate.
2020 February 10
Categories:
gustave, character, muse,
Form:
Tritina
“To draw you must close your eyes and sing” Pablo Picasso
Mountain gold and marionettes
Trunks like a million strings
Breathtaking, breathless
Articulating Autumn’s plush
Singing through timeless time
11/27/2019
Categories:
gustave, art,
Form:
Free verse
builder of….
garabit viaduct
eiffel tower
consultant to statue of liberty
brilliant civil engineer Gustave Eiffel
contributed to all three
researched meteorology and aerodynamics
made major contributions to both fields
Categories:
gustave, history,
Form:
Free verse
So largescale was Gustave Courbet
a radical wth paint had his say
Using a very rich green
in his landscapes usually can be seen
Categories:
gustave, art, people,
Form:
Clerihew
Engraver Gustave Dove
with lithograph art did love
Social squalor in a bad dream
were his usp theme
Categories:
gustave, art, people,
Form:
Clerihew