Long Baroque Poems

A boy and board in Brooklyn
bedeviled by the breath of baroque battles
bemused with a belligerent brain beauty
and befriended by battlefield bravado, 
the chessmen championed his ego
wickedly warring to a visionary's voodoo,
those soldiers of black and...

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"Baroque Spring"


Viewed externally
I am the Winter House
Internally I am too too much 
I am eternal Baroque Spring

He watches his 
mirror twin 
and assigns fatal love
to the mind swing

pushing away feelings
logic surely is the burning
answer to...

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THE KINTA VALLEY
OR : Dreams of the Sleeping Man
        (Anthropomorphic name of a mountain profile viewed from The Valley)

The sleeping man dreams on in calm detachment
While in valley...

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EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT NOBODY KNOWS

The Paleolithic Era was a long time ago. 
It consisted of a few years in a row. 
That's pretty standard as eras go.
I don't know what happened,
but there's one thing I...

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A handful of stars 

In the right pocket of my trouser

Eliminating all the tsars

Inside the child of wild world

Time in a swirl

And another handful of moon pieces

Bridges and beaches

In the left pocket

My room in a...

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Back then, I’d never heard of Robinson Jeffers. My friend told us he was a famous poet and Tor House was where he lived with his family for much of his life. Definitely a stop...

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The Heraclee sky was a lurid, neon blue but the morning was surprisingly cool (at 54°). The antemeridian sun managed to cast sharp, surreal, black-hole shadows, giving the world a baroque art look, as if...

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14: If the soul meets death when Sattva prevails, then it goes to the pure regions of those who are seeking truth.
15: If a man meets death in a state of Rajas, he is reborn...

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Thee nonpareil Amelie Beth Harris-McGeehan
blessed honest to dog goodness her person doth bring
never could her brother wish upon NON GMO
(archaeopteryx, buffalo, chicken...) wing,
and genuine prayer anybody more a maze zing.

Many countless years before
our dear mother...

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What a sight to behold! A home to immigrants,
a spectacular city rolled with a wealth of arts!
predominantly Catholic with its many facets
its historical resonance and genesis of existence.

While it’s a welcome contrast from other countries,
there’s...

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Running cracks of lead flaked paint, spiders across the front door like a grandfather's
forehead. 
Its hinges squeal from years of inattention and forgotten maintenance
Floor boards moan a song of dismemberment and forgotten age
While musty gloom...

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Baudrillardian Echo


I awoke this morning with a profound vision of a painting. 
A sort of Baroque ensemble of consequence, still lingering. 
I've put it to pen, since it's quicker than painting.  
The contortion of life...

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It's one of those moments,
the guy in you grabs the micro
starts talking on and on;
mine is often sarcastic,
from high school to career,
spinning around the questions starting with why,
no escape from responding.
It's like life itself, which...

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The grand, half-ruined Parthenon,
once a sublime, Doric grace,
Even now, in broken, stone blocks,
always takes my breath away.
The rich, classical detail,
fluted columns without plinths,
to imagine what it once was,
the mind can’t even begin…

That towering Coliseum,
the great...

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Blindingly bright: flames devour rocky: 
                             ...

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The rich fare so poorly
in completely divesting of the gold chains
Losing it all ... casting away
the luster of the pearly platinum 
family portraits on the baroque mansion, 
spiral stairway wall

The copper savings ... deposit daub...

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The lush hill towered over the quite town mostly built with big rock;
it had three tall church towers
with different distinguished styles: Gothic, Renaissance, and Baroque...
wondrous was every sunrise!


   
Oh, their loud bronze bells...

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There are many things that make me happy in life,
     But a day when I can go to the art gallery is the best;
I walk the many galleries, totally lost and...

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Be not the dilettante from lack nor want                           ...

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We're senior delinquents

modeling our lives after those times when they were so new
and all the rules were irrelevant disruptions
to everything we felt and experienced.

Our passions weren't lived to their full potential
and now we want to...

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I go to the art gallery often ...
          I like it all ... the Renaissance, Gothic, and Baroque period
       and...

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The Illuminated Muse
by
Ingrid Showalter Swift


You light up the circuits of my psyche with lexis
vibrate within me 
daze me 
sway me without weight or measure
I breath in the misted air of salt and gesture
and in it...

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A monument to precious arts, a masterpiece you are
With imposing high Baroque columns regally looking down
Upon the dream of sculptors and vision of the Roman era 
Evoking ancient memoirs from grandeur of renaissance.

Tickling your marble...

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Ten painters of over a hundred greats in an exhibit are discussing about their works...

The first painter said,  "I dreamed of this, long time ago... my old crush!"

The second painter, with watery eyes whispered,...

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When people lost interest in the 
American Pennant Championship
a Brazilian promoter allowed
20 men into his company
to help him restore
value to the now
devalued strap.
He promoted 
 " The Fair Day Extravaganza"
he said the winner
would be determined...

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