Best Mona Poems
Absolutely enchanting I thought ~
As I drew the curtains wider, to allow in a bit more light....
Returning unto the canvas and dipping my brush
Into a slightly brighter shade of beige
Thinking perhaps just a touch more violet, a dab of red, and, a stroke of amber
Until, I heard the door bell ring, breaking, this mesmerized trance....
Sitting my palette down, and lying my brush aside, atop a colored cloth
I turned to see who it was, that was there?
"Hold on dear, I shall be right back," I whispered
As she smiled amid a radiance, that stopped me within my steps
How rarely seldom does one get a chance like this I thought?
If it is truly important and I know them
Then they shall kindly call, or possibly even leave myself a note
Besides, what an unpleasant reflection it would be, to even but for an instant
Interrupt this dream....
For no greater beauty have I ever beheld, nor have I ever found, then this
Perfection within everyway I believe, is whom she is ~
"What's wrong," she asked, "are you not going to see who it is?"
Glistening eyes, as I fixated upon her own, mirrors, of an endless hue
"No, not right now dear," as I then, poured her a drink
Smiling as she gracefully arose, proposing a toast I said
"To this moment, this day, to you and I, this time, and, amore"....
As I slowly reached forth my hand, to tenderly caress her rosen cheek
And to glide my fingers gently, through her shining auburn hair
"Here dear," leading her loveliness softly, "here, sit right there
That the sunlight may embrace your boundless beauty
This magnificence of your splendor, these wonders, from whom you truly are" ~
Glowingly she smiled once more, as with a passion, I then kissed her perfect lips
"I love you," she uttered
While as the mornings dew lit rays, reflected upon her enchantedness
As a glittering arose about my own heart, and a warming, within my now raptured soul
"So do I my love, I love you more," I returned
Retrieving my brush, my palette and my cloth
Exchanging glances amid knowing thoughts, these souls, so intertwined ~
"Excellent, do not move dear"
As always was captured forever, within, this moment right here....
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~Painting, Mona Lisa~
Leonardo’s Mona Lisa has nothing on you
with her familiar face we’ve seen for years;
but your young beauty that’s so fresh and new,
leaves men around you seeking new frontiers.
Your olive smooth complexion soft and fair;
that lovely smile with tender moist pink lips.
Your chestnut eyes and silky auburn hair
leaves men around you trying to get grips.
And yet your mirror tells you looks are bland;
you’ve always lived your life in simple style
while those who know you ever longing still, and
dreaming of your Mona Lisa smile.
October 28, 2018
Poem of the Day - October 29, 2018
You, monumental, pose inside the portrait,
In figure of a pyramid
Construed to be elite
Your right hand, rest above your left hand,
Hints that you're a virtuous woman,
With those slightly sullen arms,
I can tell, that you are pregnant,
Only to remind me, how powerful woman can be
As the carrier of humanity,
And that hermaphroditic posture advocates
A better balance gender,
A softer male and a stronger female,
In the midst of dreamy scene you are in,
What baffled me is your mysterious stare,
I know you have some secrets that you veiled.
They are perhaps as dark as your tunic,
Maybe as complicated as your plated dress,
And as intricate as circles patterned in your vest,
But your luminous skin revealed to me something
Of your resemblance to the phases of the moon.
New, half, full and new again
You are a girl, a woman,
And soon will be a crone,
They call you Lisa, yet you really are nameless,
You are in truth a woman, who is endless,
You always die and again always sprout back,
In each rebirth is an additional wisdom.
You are indeed older than the background
In which you are located,
And now at last I know your secret!
Your mystic smile is an expression
of the past time's foolishness.
A period of youthful vim ferments
as coruscating golden flecks in eyes
that mesmerise and tantalise, give rise
to secrets in my breast to stir, foment.
The xanthous tresses that cascade torment.
My eager and impressionable sighs
that echo every pirouette and pliés,
a fleeting intercession of lament.
A maverick when it comes to amour
and quintessentially a rakish cad.
Unrequited love longstanding rancour,
but finally become your paramour.
An enigmatic smile ever so sad;
your broken heart I gladly give succour.
La Gioconda or Mona Lisa is the name I’m called
When our eyes meet I know you’ll be enthralled
I sit here so serenely in my gorgeous gilded frame
People flock to see me, they love to say my name
Mona Lisa, people coo as they look at my lovely smile
I gaze back intently, my sweet smile it does beguile
My Parisian home’s been the Louvre for many years
One glimpse of my face can move my visitors to tears
I used to worry that I’d get bored hanging high upon the wall
But with a constant stream of admirers I don’t get bored at all
Painting Chosen - The Mona Lisa By Leonardo Da Vinci
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Humble Olive Eloisa
Went one day to work in Pisa
She posed for awhile
Behind flashy smile
She stood in for Mona Lisa.
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One more question… say
Could Mona resemble mount?
Appearing as a huge fount!
Could Lisa… if so
Resemble Li? A black horse!
The prettiest mount of all?
In Lishan’s bliss lap
Where hot springs foil blissful map
Lisa taken from Lishan?!
Lastly, could Mount Li
Be mirror mount in Far East
When Columbus spews soil’s meek?!
But I wonder how
Accurate old paintings are
Keys of clues for clever dart!
Awakening sleep-
ing giants in Middle East?!
A smart name! World’s deep history
Da Vinci did see
The beginning of the bliss
Future coming so fast… twinge?
It’s time to plant seeds
Of grains to bloom hefty pints
Of harmony beading fizz
Two thousand twelve… cheer
When peace makers garb the *****
With profound peaceful prayer…
Stampeding ugly
Prayers… so that “Sweet Rhyme” brings
Chaste lands together in peace.
By: Nadia F. Shahwan – September 2009. This poem has been inspired through observing the
portrait of Mona Lisa by Da Vinci.
Iambic Pentameter
A renaissance delight beguiles our sight.
Such enigmatic smile on face doth hold
our wonder why such cheer's in gentle light,
and hidden secret's veiled from view untold.
What name do we ascribe to model's grace.
Is she from noble family fame and ease,
but certain nomen's sore to know or trace,
for artist gave us no clue known to seize.
Does picture only show a simple gaze
of painter's own self seen in lake that day,
well hidden by disguise in lady's praise?
A genius played a game some few would say.
If game is played, tis more a better scene.
Let be, for maid appears a regal queen.
Ciao Bella
Early Misty, morning raining in Seattle, businessmen rushing, hitting the concrete
pavement trying to make those battled Seattle dollars. Walking down the street a refine
gentlemen with such style and grace doesn't seemed bothered at all he holds on gently,
yet firmly to Mona Lisa.Past art, living art, art walking in motion beauty upon beauty a
gentlemen with good taste he and his umbrella Mona Lisa.
More than five hundred years is quite a while
for the time we have gazed on your enigmatic smile.
A beautiful woman’s portrait painted long ago,
crafted by one of the greatest artists we know.
“La Giaconda” has been an alternate alias.
Your creator has been hailed a creative genius.
In a museum you are now for many to behold
How many stories about you have been told?
For decades, you have been displayed in your location.
A beautiful painting scintillating the imagination.
Countless numbers come to see you in Paris.
DaVinci seems to have captured all your loveliness.
With great detail and colors so bold,
you are prized the world over, and are worth your weight in gold.
Long may you continue to be on display.
You must have been quite a woman in your day!
Inside she cries
once more she dies
as Mona Lisa smiles
She paints on dreams
without the means
to live them for a while
On puppets wings
her smile still sings
to fool the world outside
Tho cuts are borne
from loving thorns
that ravage deep inside
She'll bury deep
and none shall weep
no tears shall sting blue eyes
Behind the face
with steely grace
she'll live
as silence cries
No more to breach
nor seek to reach
And so she shall beguile
with precious heart
she'll just impart
Her Mona Lisa Smile
She is another man's property
When I look at the Nile or Niger
My heart overflows with joy for such a wonder
As currents daringly flow on each iconic river
Every fountain has wealth embedded in its waters
Each mountain, sealed by the richness of history
This is the reason I recognize a path
A path filled with promises
Promises to make Africa great
In fact, Africa is already great
What a marvellous sight to behold!
Imagine a variety of wildlife in Togo
Comforting sounds of birds across Comoros
Outstanding presence of gazelles in Cameroon
Supernatural nests of swallows from epic Chad
Historical archives found in artistic Mali
Fashion trending all the way from Malawi
Magical flavour of Sea Cuisine from sanctified Senegal
Amazing pyramids in the gifted land of Sudan
Breath-taking desert all over Sahara
Beautiful girls dancing malembe in the colourful Sibasa
Bubbly boys playing in the busy streets of Kinshasa
Men brewing special coffee near corners of Mombasa
Women beading around some parts of Luanda
Elders sharing stories in the hearty homes of Rwanda
Lovely smiles from the stunning faces of Eritrea
Heartfelt love from the people of Liberia
Eternal Spirit of Ubuntu in Tanzania
Eye-catching mosaics around Tunisia
Vibrant Traces of Culture in Namibia
Incredible wisdom in The Gambia
Sweet melodies from Ghana
Sacred Forests in Uganda
Serene Oceans of Madagascar
Super Eagles soaring higher in Abuja
Special works of art from Addis Ababa
So many diamonds around Botswana
Abundant copper from magnificent Zambia
Hidden Treasures in Zimbabwe
This is no ordinary continent
But a place of contentment
Everyone who comes here
Is welcome at a first glance
By the greatness of Africa!
I saw this darling little chick,
she looked a swinging geezer.
I thought I’d move to get in quick.
Her name was Mona Lisa.
I thought she had a perfect face,
a most bewitching smile.
She swayed with such amazing grace.
Oh my! What lovely style.
“Hello my darling! By the way,
I do a bit of sketching.
So, will you come and sit one day,
I’m sure you’d look quite fetching?”
She stopped my way, oh so demure,
and sat with soft crossed hands.
And as I drew (with thoughts impure)
I made my naughty plans!
“I’ve got this cosy little house
at Amboise, on the Loire;
when painting’s done, perhaps we’ll browse,
then mingle by the fire?”
~
A true disaster, what a frump
and what a sad old maid!
No way was there to make her jump,
no jolly games were played!
She criticised my little house,
she cursed my blazing fire.
She couldn’t speak without a grouse.
She curdled my desire.
In time, I took my work of art
and, with this neat manoeuvre,
it didn’t really break my heart
to plonk her in the Louvre!
And there she sits for all to see,
this awful groaning teaser.
I think it’s very clear why she
is called the Mona Lisa!
~
For Heather's 'Fine Art' Competition - Mona Lisa (Gioconda) by Leonardo da Vinci, hanging in the Musee du Louvre Paris.
Tongue tied Hillbilly poetic license needed please!
Me-a-momma name-a-Leona
Make-a-me-smile like-a-La-Mona
Whatever-she-a-say
Me-a-do-a-that-way
What-she-a-say I am-a-gonna
Me-run-a-da-things in-my-home
Da-vacuum cleaner and da-broom
Make-a da Leona's smiles
Like-dat Mona Lisa child's
Me must hurry-she be home-soon
Me-a-have-a-da last-a-word
Hope-a-she-not-a overheard
She's peaches and cream
She controls da-dream
Yes-um-last-a-word not-a-slurred!
For and in honor of Francine Roberts
And Contest” Whatever you say dear!