Best Vincent Poems

from beyond his
vibrant palette
that bore all his 
lifelong scars

is what I see
beneath his sky
and myriad
of stars

a scene of shades
and silhouettes
formed by the
yellow light

that hints at
The Last Supper
at that café 
in the night?...

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Vincent van Gogh**
Sliced his left ear off
Only one painting did Van Gogh sell  -
maybe he didn’t hear the doorbell!


The only painting Van Gogh sold during his lifetime was Red Vineyard at Arles
**Based on the European pronunciation of the name which is Van Goff!

05~30~15
Entered into...

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July 29, 1890

Colored daubs and swatches
crave artist’s practiced hand.
Justice, nearly blind, yet watches—
unwrought art upon a stand.

Regard the brushes in a row—
the palettes and the sponges.
Genius maimed by status quo,
vain a hope that fate expunges.

Guttered myriad lifelong dreams—
in desperate ruination.
Fading now the piteous screams
of self-inflicted...

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Now, I am speechless; I am without speech
As you transcend the simplistic to grand
Grant me the guidance of your gifted hand
In the temple of your pen, I beseech
To climb in your footsteps of verse, and reach
Green summits of imagery-laden lands
My throat growing tight as your...

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OH VINCENT

Oh Vincent, can we ever know what torments plagued you; 
what demons fought you; what images raped your senses?
It was no accident that you sent blinding blasts of brightness
swirling, like hurled saucers to splatter upon your night sky canvases.

There you found your voice feathered...

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Running fast thru Autumn’s dream, Vincent-bright in village winter’s light
Topaz-treed streets, eaves-filled , singing with saffron and  gold,
A Rocky Mountain cold cornflower sky over English hills
Vivid with Vincent-fuzzy ice-finger edges 
Photo-album best parts of all seasons rolled  into one
As if my life’s heyday...

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I fancy that I have a name 
as I tentatively note
     that my skin can still be warmed 
      
  my heart soars -
        not forgotten by the...

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...with gratitude to an incomparable artist


Your vision is a beacon
gracing us with golden sheen,
though your heart was dark and heavy
with redemption rarely seen.

You plumbed the probabilities
of faithlessness and fear,
you challenged life's inequities
and often with a tear

of sadness in your dream-dimm'd eyes
and shades of anguish too,
this...

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The wheat blades read as alphabets;
And the flowing fields, a poetry -

Winds guiding the tune and the rhythm;
The horizon blends the sky and verse,

A still painting paints this flow of poetry
Any wonder how the flow of his brush followed his still mind?...

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Vincent
from within sanctum dykes
glamour
birthed from sorrow

celestial brightness
whirling
in Prussian azure
and sublime gold

Urania in the welkin'
blackness in the spirit
breezes probes hefty
all alone in your wisdom

an optical lover
within
dancing with orbs
through gaps with iron rods

go bust in flesh
your title
always
moored in the starlit darkness.


Written September 29, 2022


A Brian Strand Premiere...

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It's pure excitement, on the edge
To know what I have, what I do - is admired
Creating from insight into pigment
Repeating, surrounding myself, you
My friend
This is all, it is
I'm bold, emblazon myself
Watched over they go through it all
In bud or to seed embodying beauty
Head held high...

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heart ~ a wild collage
of gold-smeared skies
pressed within 
       oil-washed layers
of breathing
                melancholy
as leaves curled in
cashmere greens
       ...

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"You must go fourth and one!" They all shout.
 while conventional wisdom they flout
 Yet Lombardi once said:
"Never waver, instead,
 put the three on the board and get out."...

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an asylum's garden~irises full of life without tragedy...

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Dew drops grace green grasses
Soothing like my pearly power shower
I choose the right outfit for an orange day
Under the fruit bowl by Vincent Van Gogh 
Breakfast bar stool welcomes hungry hips
Honey dew melon kisses lips
Pray meditate talk to God and myself 
Water plants feed perky...

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