Hodlers Horizontals
Hodler's five ladies in blue*
'a view into infinity' so true
A linked handed cinquain
their beauty in memory remain
The "ladies in blue" by Swiss Symbolist painter Ferdinand Hodler most famously refers to his monumental final masterpiece, 'View to Infinity'
Ferdinand Hodler had no self doubt
his topical art had much clout
He also loved the silhouette
narrative allegoryhus safe bet
THE EXPECTED ONE -1860
{painting by Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller}
Walking down the country road
with her scarved head bowed
Clinging to her prayer book
She dare not look
Rosary hanging from her hand
Is this stroll planned?
Is she unaware
of the gentleman hiding there?
holding a large pink rose
waiting to propose?
Eyes closed, she's walking
Is she balking?
Does she know him?
Why is she so grim?
This path of stone
with trees overgrown
holds a surprise
Does she realise?
Is she "the expected one"?
Will her hand be won?
Her dress billowing
in the wind blowing
Her cheeks are glowing
My thoughts are flowing
Maybe she knows
Maybe she will accept the rose
Maybe, that's why she's praying
While he's surveying
Art thought-provoking
With beautiful stroking
Turns my mind
Leaving me in a bind.
444.
Gintagna kg Gamhanan
1863 – ginbata ang isa ka duke nga gamhanan
Si Franz Ferdinand sg Austria nga kapungsuran
Nga ang kamatayon kabangdanan sg World War 1…
1271 – gintagna nga itukod ni Kublai Khan
Ang isa ka dalagko nga imperyo sa kasaysayan
Kombinasyon sg Tsina kg Mongolia – ang Yuan…
Tani ikaw man, Juan, gintagna mangin gamhanan!
-12/18/2015
(Dumarao)
*Kaadlawan ni Juan
295.
Kilabot ng Makapangyarihan
(Ferdinand Marcos)
Mahusay nna napagtagumpayan ang Tagapagtanggol na kurso
Magaling na tagapagtanggol, sundalo at senador
Nagtayo at nagtaguyod ng mga dakilang proyekto
Napahaba serbisyo, nakilalang diktador.
-12/25/2014
(Dumarao)
*Pinuno Namin sa Panahong Pilak Collection
“An enormous sea contained in constant motion;
global pic of the Pacific Ocean.”
quote by Poet
I’ve trekked some of the Pacific Ocean;
from San Diego to Victoria.
An enormous sea contained in contant motion
sporting Hawaii and Pretoria.
Vasco Balboa first claimed it
for Spain, and all the land around
Ferdinand Magellen named it
calm, peaceful sea was what he found.
Renowned for currents, trade winds, the Chinooks ,
the Santa Anas and the monsoons of Asia.
I’ve only read of them in geography books;
Need to know more, request a Japanese geisha.
Of all the oceans’ waters, the Pacific stores
in gallons, some one hundred eighty quintillion,
half, or to be more specific it scores
over prolific square miles, sixty-three million.
In all my study, it is true
to my surprise, land o’ Goshen
a monstrous area of mostly blue
Google: “global pic of the Pacific Ocean”.
The Tower was engineered
by Monsieur Eiffel in Paris
the Wheel was favoured
by Mr. Ferris
Michelangelo in Rome
contributed St. Peter's Basilica dome
Eddystone Lighthouse the first
was constructed by Winstanley and
in St. Paul's Cathedral
Sir Christopher Wren had a hand
the seated Thinker
was carved out by Auguste Rodin
the Taj Mahal (Mumtaz') tomb
commissioned by Shah Jahan
all roads lead to the Colosseum
started by Emperor Vespasian
Borglum executed Mount Rushmore
while Hadrian gave us the Wall
and Ferdinand de Lesseps
secured the Suez Canal
in Byzantine Constantinople
Justinian I built the Hagia Sophia
in Italy Bonanno Pisano began
the (later leaning) Tower of Pisa
the Egyptian Pharaoh Khafre
inspired the Sphinx
but in Scotland who designed
the Musselburgh (golf) Links
Jens Ferdinand Willinsen - a Dane
resident in France in the main
A painter/sculptor by prfession
now included in Danish art Canon
I feared for The Soon Traveling Fire,
When I saw who was going to drive:
Jack, who did thrice of men's lives deprive,
He himself lucky to be alive;
Now, with a left leg fracture does strive
And Lord God knows that's no way to thrive
Kept I trembling for the moving five;
If I were among them, bound to dive
When his Porsche wished not one to
Jack himself Electric wire live...
You enter his car, enters a beehive,
Minutes on end continue to jive:
"Fire you Thunder Ferdinand Jack
Knowledge of safest driving you lack...
I’m riding on Victoria
like Ferdinand Magellan;
I’ve got this strange conception
that Carnegie’s my melon.
I’m tickling the ivory;
I’m keying like a felon.
Sure, I’m a tad inflated,
but I ain’t no Janet Yellen.
I wasn’t trained classically;
not buying what they’re selling.
But I can blow the doors right off,
get lit like Mount St. Helen.
And if the crowd won’t get real loud,
no worries; I’ll be gelling.
I’ll spit some seed to pick up speed
and crank and grind and peel some rind
on my trusty watermelon.
————-
for the A Watermelon Fantasy Ride Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
written on 06/28/2022
Ferdinand Hodler had no self doubt
his topical art had much clout
He also loved the silhouette
narrative allegoryhus safe bet
Ooh DRC, DRC where are you?
You’re the most beautiful country in the world
You have all the resources
Your minerals abound
Your country is full of life’s necessities
Europe exists because of you
Asia, America lives because of you
You have a beautiful heart
Yet your actions are reckless
You are foolish
You are careless
You are mad
You make people rich, but only a few
You make people look beautiful, but most are scared
You make the world a comfortable place to live
Yet hell for those born on your soil
Where are you? Do you not see?
Your children are crying
Your children are dying
Your children are running from you
They have been ripped from their mother’s arms
Your husband is foolish
He is blinded by greed
You are lost
Just listen to the cries of your children
They will lead you home
By Ferdinand Nyembo.
Eureka - a love song Tanka series
~ art by Edward Burne-Jones ~
It's a fair question:
as you smile that smile, you ask
how much I love you…
"You are constant as the sun
...and I am Copernicus"
As you close your eyes,
you ask how far I'd travel
to show I love you:
"Love, you are the seven seas
...I'm Ferdinand Magellan"
"Why do you tell me
I'm the apple of your eye?"
you wonder out loud.
I say, "You are gravity
…and I am Isaac Newton"
You furrow your brow
asking why I pursue you.
"It's simple", I say,
"you're 24 karat gold
…and I am Howard Carter"
You crinkle your nose,
"Why do you never give up?"
you ask me coyly.
I say, "You are a light bulb
… and I'm Thomas Edison"
You get somber and
ask if loving you is such
a good idea
to which I say "Eureka!"
… for I am Archimedes
written 29 Jan 2022
Fluttering fingertips
on ebony and ivory
gently ascending
like the wings of
a white butterfly~
then gradually descending~
fading like a sleepy sun.
Tender instrumental pauses ~
transposing into heart beats
like the silence between I
and LOVE~ and YOU
when you utter them
in our nocturnal tryst.
Dulcet moonlight melodies ~
in shifting harmonies of arpeggio;
Lingering like the touch of your fingertips
on my cheeks as you kiss me goodnight.
14 February 2021
Notes: Liebesträume (German for Dreams of Love) is a set of three solo piano works (S. 541/R. 211) by Franz Liszt, published in 1850. Originally the three Liebesträume were conceived as lieder after poems by Ludwig Uhland and Ferdinand Freiligrath. (Source: Wikipedia)
All Yours ( February 14) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1st Place
Born Joseph Ferdinand Gould, in Norwood Massachusetts, 1889.
A 1911 graduate of Harvard, and a
Greenwich village Bohemian from 1916 until 1957,
and the time of his death at age 68.
Joe was a filthy and disgusting man, who constantly smelled
like homeless shelter disinfectant.
Dirty fingers, greasy clothes but also an intellectual.
He was a writer, a poet, a lier and a bum, A thief and
A drunk, and other poets hated him and he hated them.
He once told them that "Not only is your poetry bad, but
also stolen from other bad poets."
One night he convinced them that he had written the
most wonderful poem, and that they should allow him
to stand and recite it, and they did.
Joe stood up that night back in 1942, in the Raven poetry club
in New york city`s Lower East side, and read his poem.
" In winter I`m a Buddhist,
and in summer I`m a nudist."
With that I raise my glass to you Joe Gould. I wish I had known ya!
Do you remember Ferdinand,
A bull who wouldn't fight?
First published 1936,
The pages black and white.
He liked to sit beneath a tree
And smell the blooms that grew;
A simple soul, unlike his friends,
A stomping, rowdy crew.
They chose him for a bullfight,
Wrongly thinking he was fierce
As he bucked and snorted when his rump
A bumblebee did pierce.
Of course, once in the ring he sat
And some of you, stop reading
If you do not want to know the end;
Despite all human pleading
They couldn't get that bull to move.
He simply sniffed the air,
Enjoying fragrant flowers
In the fancy ladies' hair.
My grandkids listened to this tale
And tried to understand
Why they'd want to fight a bull at all
In Spain, a far-off land.
Yet the message somehow made it through
And I was gratified
A beloved story can such pleasure
Still, today, provide.
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