Best Modeled Poems
Modeled by the skilled and clumsy hands
of artists and artisans into an ideal state of she-ness,
a penniless waif appears on a stool
last week a stranger called her Mona Lisa.
Statuesque upon the betrayer
warmed by the lemon-lolly light from
bays of north facing windows, blinded;
she can but blink.
Surrounded by a
cog-notched cyclical wheel of nubile artists—
blooming buds of wildness, vertical sprigs
flail softly on the breezy bounty of
illumination.
Brush and trowel, thick and thin,
the artists stoke her—semblance
canvased by millennium brush biters
maudlin Mary is returned to the pre-historic stew
by the likes of Claude
polished to a pearly perfection
by type A, Hieronymus’.
They were all strangers to her posers,
every bit as much as she.
Royal pretenders in a world
where only the artless
are paid.
Moneylenders rise on their discarded carapaces
beauty sucked dry by the doers and shakers
who spread like choking bittersweet through
the lollypop-light from the bay windows facing north
consuming Mona.
Julie ford Oliver - Famous Models
Ekphrasis
First Appeared in Illumen Magazine Fall of 2014
I shall but send a fluffy Jedi …for the mythic unicorn already lives in you.
To PD from N.O.
*according to biologist Dr. Myron Shekell, Washington University, Yoda was modeled after a tarsier due to its huge eyes, tiny frame, and the fact that it speaks a language of its own.
www.dailymail.co.uk/ sciencetech/article-2907235
the war was well
on its way
mottled and coddled
battled and bottled
before the
front was modeled
the frontline was hobbled
the forefront was cobbled
dark hearts be doubled
light hearts be troubled
the war is well
on its way
How does your part-crooked smile
Break out with such elegant style?
Subtle flaws modeled graceful and true
Like a gown woven just to fit you...
Apricot skin
Apricot face
Apricot hands
Apricot knees
Apricot apricots
Apricot cat
Apricot paint
Apricot baby's bottom
In my world I always think
Of a pricey apricot dress
My husband's pal paid way too much for it
Wanting to impress a girl who modeled it at a table for us.
Wanting to show off that he had three hundred dollars,
He gave them three hundred dollars for that dress
To surprise his girlfriend, Kathy.
Kathy was surprised.
She would have never chosen this dress.
It was so expensive, he pouted until she wore it to
Every dinner, supper, lunch, and finally to play racquetball in.
Apricot always reminds me of poor Kathy and her irritation.
Empathetic Light
Lady Diana, the exquisite Princess of Wales.
A heroine now in hundreds of tales.
An accomplished pianist at Buckingham Palace.
A hopeful ballerina, a kindergarten teacher.
A radiant young woman who loved to dance,
A royal young activist.
A humanitarian princess with courage, not discouraged.
A demure beauty, dedicated to duty.
To replace fear with compassion, she modeled for the world charitable actions.
"Hold my hand, I’m not afraid”
whispering to a man who suffered with AIDS.
Her hugging and empathy never ceasing, her tender love always increasing.
A hospital president for sick children, her mission.
Cautiously walking through land mines, one scary step at a time.
Explosives in the ground, she showed their purpose no longer found.
Her little princes, one on each arm.
William and Harry adored their mum.
To normalize life at times,
Disney rides, McDonald’s fries…
Paparazzi hunted her for years, bringing danger and tears.
The most photographed woman in the world.
A wedding dress of 10,000 pearls
An elegant, humble golden girl.
One evening a tragic trip through a Paris tunnel.
Drive faster,
speed up,
turn them off
put them down
stop clicking
turn around.
Then a horrific shame, who was to blame?
Indescribable loss at a human cost.
God wanted her back in 1997.
The Princess Of Wales, was our present from heaven.
They say a billion mourned. The world’s hearts truly torn.
Memories of mummy nobody could take.
Two royal sons, their hearts did break.
Now fathers with children to love, new charities to support and take care of.
I miss her now and missed her then.
Your sister, my mother, her nanny, my friend.
She changed the world for nations until her end.
The lives she touched were made healthier and bright by
Lady Diana's empathetic light.
Tardigrade
Consider the lowly Tardigrade
To survive any environment, it is tailor made
Commonly known as the water bear
This handsome creature can live any where
From underground to the vacuum of space
It is no threat to the human race
Unless, it mutates and does grow
Then it looks like it could be a ferocious foe
****modeled on Ogden Nash Style*****
The Jets' superstar, "Joe Willie Whiteshoes,"
loved baseball, golf, women, and booze.
With bad knees and his sports career dead,
he modeled Hanes pantyhose instead!
Posted 11/5/12 Now used for New or Old 4 Contest of Eve Roper
Here is the link you can copy and paste to see
his modeling career with pantyhose!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qf3oOQq9KFU
Clerihew rhyme scheme is aabb (no set syllable pattern)
COGNIZANT BUT NOT REPENTANT
Her baptism with fire did not provide her healing
as in dust and grime, sharp memories still arise.
The arch of her wide, blue, eyes showed cognizance
but not repentant for long ago actions of the man who
stifled her youth. She despaired.
Shoulder-length is her crown of hair. She has no money,
she modeled naked to earn her stay, this led her far away.
Beyond her, the world died and recovered but she rose
like a cork upon the tide.
Her ruined innocence birthed a fruit of cruel, curled longing.
Spent now, she's in dreamless state; her heart-crimson lips
and flashing red cheeks have been honeyed with whiskey's taste,
mascara snaked about the pale, spiraling emptiness of her eyes.
Yes, she has been defaced; past ghosts hover and infest,
yet, her posture relaxed as she sat in solitude on the balcony,
noiseless, reminiscing by gone days; haunted by dreams
of might have beens before abuse destroyed her thoughts of truth._
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~Inspired by the painting: Portrait of Carol Nye Rhoades
(Robinson) by Katherine Nash Rhoades 1915~
***for Debbie Guzzi's: Ten Paintings, Ten Poems, Ten Days NOT a Contest,
a wonderful learning experience.. Thanks... =`)
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
January 12, 2015
Barbie’s precision, stiff, lounging in glamorous style,
Plastic pink body asleep in a brand new cardboard box.
Barbie, eyes still open, abused by many of Ken's wiles,
She was once truly human, her daughter opens the lock.
The key is that her daughter Tara, is now forty or more,
Barbie's truly brutal life has never been known before.
There is a real woman who modeled for Barbie, it’s true,
But the life of her daughter, no one ever really knew.
The real Barbie drank in dark tombs of sharp yellow scotch,
Daily she was drunk and passed out on the wooden floors,
Sleeping with numerous young men the names she forgot.
Bold and hansom men came in droves but never to adore.
While drunk, Tara was raped by one of Barbie’s drunken lovers.
Drafts of therapists came, yet, she never really recovered.
A mere child she was left with problems that shattered her dreams,
Mattel Toys and Barbie were not really what they seemed.
Mattel was owned and run by Barbie's real parents,
fashioning the doll after how the real Barbie would look and act.
Some said Barbie Doll was a fine model for young women, this made little sense,
But Barbie lost Tara's respect in reality and that continues as a fact.
Knowing this story I’d never buy that drunken toy, hoping
Tara grows strong and finds her life, after she's finished coping.
La capinera's wintering pieces of tropic tunes
The garden warbler's echoes of dark melodies
Post-colonial poets return by summering fortunes
Learnt by rote as sacred Oxbridge duties
Note
The French "pantoum" may be modeled on the Malay pantun,
or at least it may aspire to, but it does not adhere to its
fundamental compositional criteria. For the original prototype,
cf. T. Wignesan, "The Poietics of the Pantun" in Journal of the
Institute of Asian studies, Vol. XII, n° 2 (Chennai), March 1995,
pp. 1-15; reproduced with corrections in T. Wignesan. Sporadic
Striving amid Echoed Voices, Mirrored Images and Stereotypic
Posturing in Malaysian-Singaporean Literatures. Allahabad:
Cyberwit.net, 2008, pp. 49-67.
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
Poetry...the primary inevitable response to tyranny
- Daniel Berrigan
Clear water running in the spring creek, flows
from every newborn's heart. Around the bend
coruption pollutes our thoughts with consumerism,
paths of mutual destruction and madness
modeled on the nightly news.
Still, the pure well in our hearts runs deep, frustrating
the robber-barons of our souls.
Food we eat, politics we endorse, come under
increased scrutiny as truth refreshes.
Pinnacles of power topple as their pawns
resist in ever increasing numbers.
Manufactured enemies (self-sourced) created
to control history by providing security
from fear are now seen in the light of day
as what they truly are, enslavement.
Arm-in-arm, hand-in-hand
people are waking up to to their inalienable
rights to freedom and liberty for all.
The time is now to stay vigilant, neo-cons
increasingly will create rolling disasters, meant
to ignite fear only they
(by our abjudication of freedom and liberty)
can resolve.
Never waver, never relent, peacefully
resist.
04/04/15
4 am
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There was a model, a pretty young lass,
She had an attitude ; was full of sass,
Whenever she would sneeze,
Her stomach would squeeze,
And inevitably she would pass gas.
One night she modeled in her very best
And ate prunes and dates as a guest,
On stage she strutted her stuff
And you guessed it sure enough,
She sneezed and had to change her dress.
Her husband’s name was Billy Mcfeeny
Considered by her to be a meany
He told her don’t be so sad,
It’s not really that bad
You could have been wearing a bikini !
Written for:
helping Gwendolyn giggle “ sneezing limerick contest”
Utah cringes as hacked Ocotillo turn carnivorous,
spitting psychoactive pollen into the atmosphere,
dusting entire subdivisions.
The victims wander,
searching eagerly for where sunlight is strongest.
A part of their backbrain
gets tickled by the sun
at an angle our old pituitary glands
have relearned to sense.
There have been reports that
the vision of pollen victims
has moved into the ultraviolet -
they wear sunglasses at raves
due to their newfound sensitivity.
In the afternoon, they wear welder’s goggles.
It is Utah,
and it is so very bright there.
The Ocotillo and the pollen victims have built walking machines
with assistance from biohackers and wild, traitorous smiths
from all over the planet.
The machines look like the ghostly outlines of trees,
the roots modded into multi-toed hooves.
Traces of rare earth magnets
have been detected inside the machines -
neodymium iron boron chief among them.
The root-hooves move with slow, deliberate rhythm,
as if the forest of four-bar linkages
were straining against the Earth’s flux.
The wind moves them.
The earth keeps them on the ground
The ghost trees want to go someplace to spawn,
like the polyps of a man-o-war.
Once there, they will undergo another phase change.
That is what is whispered
by the victims of the pollen.
Supercomputers cobbled together from Xboxes
have modeled the movements of the motile plants
based on observations from toy helicopters
fitted with drugstore digital cameras.
Salt Lake City will be overrun by next year’s end,
the state in two.
The desert won’t stop them.
That’s home turf,
and they are learning to dig canals.
Utah will succumb to the hacked desert.
Montezuma quail are suspected of conspiracy
to sabotage of the dominion of man.
Lord knows they have motive,
and traitors to the species are lending them weapons.
Starting from Chota Nagpur plateau,draining into Hooghly;
Its our Damodar river, 'rope around the belly'.
Another name of Lord Krishna,
Rich in mineral resources,abundant in coal,iron and steel,mica.
It is a river in North-eastern India,rising with many tributaries;
Flows generally eastward course for 592 kms.
Passes through Hazaribagh,Bokaro,Asansol,Raniganj,Durgapur,Bardhaman;
Is the 'Ruhr of India' , led to the development of large-scale mining and industrial activities.
During Monsoon,huge volumes of water flows down the Damodar,
Overflow its banks and flood large areas.
It was known as 'Sorrow of Bengal' ;
Because of its ravaging floods in the plains of West Bengal.
The floods were virtually an annual ritual since 1700 to 1943;
Some of them are recorded horribly in Bengal's history.
Several dams have been constructed in the valley,
For the generation of hydroelectric power, which gained much priority.
It is the first multipurpose river valley project of independent India;
Modeled on the Tennessee Valley Authority of United States of America.
Damodar Valley Corporation to develop flood control,irrigation,generation,and distribution;
Of electricity, eco-conservation and afforestation.
Dams built on Damodar are Tilaiya,Konar,Maithon and Panchet.
Durgapur barrage to feed extensive system of canals and distributaries.
Tenughat Dam is also a dam in the state of Jharkhand;
It is a tributary of Hooghly,a distributary of River Ganga.
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