Frescos Poems

Deception

At sunset, orange frescos on the west wall
Sink gradually into the bowels of hills flung
By distant wavelengths of a backward illusion,
Which yells silently at concupiscent terns,
Yodelling and returning from carnivals of the
Wild. From the faint glow, a rainbow stretches
For a cuddle, musing over a curious world,
Ditched by diaphanous tarradiddles of the odd.
Shadows on ground level travel on painted
Tars, recreating their bosoms on surfaces
Raven-black and soot-framed.
Seagulls welcome waves in one cracked voice,
Honking the horns of billed staccato.
Among able-bodied patterns of bituminous tracks,
Rivers, ponds, pools seek their faces on sun-flushed
Mirrors, which laugh at their fatuous inclinations
Mired by the sputum of drained rains.

The Painter

Lure of mirage
in deranged dunes,
dances in
dandelion rhythm 
with oasis dream,
illusion inscribed
in sane sands of time,
sliding continuum
with desiccated travail, 
thirst unquenched,
stimulus sensuous,
perpetual.

Dormant despair
usurps harps of hope,
vibrato dissipates
unperceived,
wisdom shroud  
unfurls crafty chimera
in life of actuality,
awareness avid, 
imbibed.

Stifling shadow 
anguished onyx cloud
creeps remorseless, 
dissension darkness drips 
opaque desolateness 
on listless landscape,
mangled in 
strife maelstrom,
mind sucked within 
hope vortex, 
umbrage pervades,
unushered. 

Silver spectrum
of lines transient 
in acumen cloud,
splits into colors 
of radiant reverie
in optimistic prism,
sculpted.

Convoluted canvas,
carapace conjured
for contorted hideous faces,
turning in a trance 
into baroque frescos,
flicker of beauty
sparkles sneaky 
in conceived smile, 
beholder, 
                    the painter.

ARTIST'S ARDOUR ekphrasis

RIVERA FRESCOS

plural
mural

LICHTENSTEIN COMIC STRIP

quick flick
so slick

O-'KEEFE  PETALS

grownup
closeup

SEIJAKU

colour
       supposed
           recorded
experienced 
with
    vibrations
of pleasure

surrounded
in
textured
     frescos
conceived
as
   fantastic
      reproductions
in my mind

in
two
dimensions
   of space
more or less
put
into words
as
part
of the charm
           of thought

from
layered
effects
of calm  
              in this
my Saturday
of
      domestic
                         tranquillity

RENAISSANCISTA michelangelo et al

initiatives
to sparkle
as
   conception
a convincing
  illusion
   powerfully
     elaborated

a vigorous
 scene

initiates
a
 complex analysis
so visual
&
  appreciated
in a
 wondrous manner


      humankind
'neath
the
          divine
            disclosed
the
unique

   renaissance
 of a pieta piece,
tactile touched

Frescos,
paint bright
 fresh as yesterday
the
stupendous
suspended above
   in space
multifaceted
&gifted
 by God's grace.
a
painted
'dreamlike unreality'

stunning perspective
 sublime
 & so poetic
so stylistically
 diverse

The Beholder

Lure of mirage
in deranged dunes,
dances in
dandelion rhythm 
with oasis dream,
illusion inscribed
in sane sands of time,
sliding continuum
with desiccated travail, 
thirst unquenched,
stimulus perpetual.

Dormant despair
usurps harps of hope,
vibrato dissipates
unperceived,
wisdom shroud  
unfurls crafty chimera
in life of actuality,
awareness imbibed.

Stifling shadow 
of ebony anguish cloud
creeps remorseless, 
dissension darkness drips 
opaque desolateness 
on listless landscape,
mangled in 
strife maelstrom,
mind sucked within 
hope vortex, 
umbrage unushered. 

Silver spectrum
of lines transient 
in acumen cloud,
splits into colors 
of radiant reverie
in optimistic prism.

Convoluted canvas,
carapace conjured
for contorted hideous faces,
turning in a trance 
into baroque frescos,
flicker of beauty
sparkles sneaky 
in conceived smile. 
…beholder, the painter.

Michelangelo a Tribute

a renaissance 
  pieta piece
a touch
  from our Lord
so
tactile

marbled sculpture
Frescos,
painted so bright
  fresh as yesterday
a
 work of art
suspended above,
   in space
poiema
gifted
 by 
God's grace

Episodes

EPISODES
separate moments
timlessy
  suspended
&transported
 harmony
   torn apart
by
covert hints
& embedded
  warnings

inertia
 in
tranquil
  contrasts
of
dramatic
 focus

 petulant periods
of
shadowed eyes
a
 narrative a
of tensions
both meticulous
&  incongruous
in
scenes
recreated
of
 vast frescos


a
 triumphant
apotheosis
  reaching up
in
 serenity
to moods
of optimism
  in
celestial
celebration
from
 undertones
of melancholy

idyllic
 concepts
in
shimmering
 surroundings of
scenes
  a
 rural
mass
of
 exploits
foreclosed
by
 banal mishaps
striving
for
attention

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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The Old Tower

wind strives to rumble throughout my four walls blasting harder as day becomes night
knowing not the resolve now possessed by all forces driven forth upon earthly delight
unkempt admonitions grueling weathered conditions still fester a natural heyday
see my history shows hear that everyone knows I once feted a vast stronger foreplay
royal dreams filled my rooms like a torrent awash softly veiled plating pharaohs reprise
feigned ideals formed and went few were left to relent the metropolites gotham of lies
I was grand I was famous my spires commanded a tenurial coursed bright cognition
crowds would wildly applaud or calmly ignored vaulted structure it's nuanced ommisions
all the world of renown sought to bask round the crown in this portal good fortune fey fame
yet as all things become the one not to be seen I stumbled through time lost and lame
while fine frescos fumbled and all murals crumbled speak defiance to bare open admission
for remaining a vision this staid old commission looks a new sutured close bar all shame

Clerihew Raphael

Raphael well known for his frescos
philosophy therein he did sow
Plato&Aristotle ideas therein lie
in powerful perspectives* to the eye

*https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_School_of_Athens

Michelangelo

Michelangelo Buonarroti
          at thirteen
pen to paper drawings
        showed great talent
and as an apprentice he acquired
    basic fresco skills

  he studied space
and the human body anatomy
      he was poor
but brimming with energy
          and ambition
and was introduced to poetry
      and wrote poetry also

    he loved carving
bringing life to his sculptures
      I adore his Pieta
no corpse could be
               more life like
   it is said

reliefs on wood
        the Sistine chapel
  frescos
          tomb carvings
oh, the last judgment divine
          and so much more

Michelangelo
        died
             weeks before
his 89th birthday
     and is buried in 
              his home town
of Florence 
     that was his wish 

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July 19, 2021


Poetry/Bio/Michelangelo
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1374-163-19
All Rights Reserved, 07/21/2021

Written for the Standard contest, A Brian Strand July 20
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 07/21/2021

First Place

The Promise of Spring

A palette of sounds, smells, and colors;
Spring fills the canvas of my mind
with Her stoic beauty.
And once more, Her fabulous frescos,
fuel my passion for impressionism:
when She dapples Winter's wet stucco
with vibrant splashes of color.  
And my heart is stimulated
by Her earthy sweet-scented breath.
Nothing feels as refreshing
as a Spring shower;
the feel of renewal
is encapsulated within each drop. 
Robin-Redbreasts and daffodils;
early harbingers of Spring,
magically, change the landscape.
Flowers bloom in copious colors;
and songbirds add a vibrant pulse
to the heart of Spring!
I cherish Spring's sweet smile;
for smiles are made of hope:
and hope is the promise of Spring.

Vienna In Giddy Gravitas

sophisticated 
     asethetical art 
conceived its midst
of
a multiplicity
    of            identity

the threshold man
      outrageous output
corollas of fantasy
          &giddy gravitas 

a legacy 
still invades 
        the passive eye
touching
sensorial
undulating
        energetic

fragmentary
      linear
        frescos
curves&colour

furnished
    from body
to
space

a fantasy
     outrageous
shadows of
                expounded realism
denuded&
     decorative
        gestures
of

love

Kindness and Fear - the Yakkha Damanaya

I walk to the shrine
in a gloomy evening,
keeping short, careful steps
and watch frescos
both old and new.
“Yakkha Damanaya
at Mahiyangana”
 
The Lord Buddha
endures,
and the mat
with fire on edges
away chases devils.

The Lord’s kind heart
artist has painted
in His eyes, on face -
and The Lotus.

Devils run
in fear…
eyes open,
face wretched.

How can an artist
paint it in one frame?

Purple Peaks

The sunset tints the mountain's purple peaks,
painting frescos on alabaster snow.
And bleeding scarlet into trickling creeks,
Nature surpasses Michelangelo.

Shadows scurry to merge with silhouettes
as acrobatic bats hunt moths in flight.
And the night gets as quiet as it gets;
when darkness extinguishes the last light.

Ebony gets lit by a dimpled moon;
light pooling around it like liquid gold.
And glowing as bright as a gold doubloon,
it's a natural wonder to behold.

Crimson and cerise color carmine skies
as golden moonbeams buff the edge of night.
And trillions of stars materialize,
bejeweling; this incredible sight.

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