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"anamorphosis"
your eyes
like mundi’s orb
crystal Orion belted
mysterious black opals
Blue globed
opallios light veined,
a Star calls us
Home
some are blind, disinterested;
other windows once jaded
are jewels, like emeralds and
sapphire skies, topaz earthed
Becoming
portals to worlds of others,
wide and open minded
what they see
is not the holy see
anamorphosis
ripples truth
the hands and feet
still bleed
of another soul
in hidden dimension
eventually the grains
are raised, revealed
the metamorph,
radical star seed
out of the woodwork
stone crumbles
and as heads turn
salt is tasted
tears,
pillars burn
drones take confessions
we isolate
da vinci
corpus christi
solemnity on
a June viral Thursday
starbursts by 3
on a Monday
we commence debating
coffin cities and Georgia stones
where we are guided to numbers
on a Sunday
the puzzle
seen eventually
arriving in
The Cloud
we look for answers
all doors closed in a world
we are over rated in our vanity
internally, we are All
I Am
we are called
we learn about true Love
and why we are born
when death whispers around us
in our dawn
Now,
translate
salvator mundi.
Souls stretch
in the end, we all
reach for what's seen
in the Light
of an orb
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“The Gospel of John Hurt” / Alt-J
https://youtu.be/LXkpWY5Y02Q
Lyrics/ “The Gospel of John Hurt”, Alt-J
https://genius.com/Alt-j-the-gospel-of-john-hurt-lyrics
"Something Extraordinary in Da Vinci's Paintings"
https://youtu.be/JDSnlDeRoKc
"The Search for the Last Supper"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2pJD5HtlKwg
"The Messiah Before Jesus"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5g13jQYOzYo
1. Salvator Mundi
2. Leonardo Da Vinci
3. Georgia Guidestones
4. The Feast of Corpus Christi
5. Maundy Thursday
6. Metamorph
7. anamorphosis
8. covid19
9. Revelations, Book of
10. The Cloud
11. The Star
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morning_Star
soft smile
long while
her gaze
gained praise
mystique
physique
svelte pose
like rose
splendour
longed-for
oh, yes
timeless
15 April 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Notes: The Mona Lisa is an oil painting by Italian artist, inventor, and writer Leonardo da Vinci. Likely completed in 1506, the piece features a portrait of a seated woman set against an imaginary landscape.
In addition to being one of the most famous paintings, it is also the most valuable. Permanently located in the Louvre Museum, it is estimated to be worth an impressive $800 million today. (credits: mymodernmet.com)
She'd been staring at me since I can recall.
A da Vinci saccharine smile painted on her lips
that I'd traced with fingertips in my youth.
Forsooth wondering, "Who are you, comely lady,
and why does no one ever mention your name?"
Eyes of melancholy, but not a tear had she spilled.
For years now, I'd asked that the truth be told
why she'd been given a place on the parlor wall,
yet no one speaks of her with honor or a trace
of how gracefully she sat on that stiff backed chair.
A fetching look adorned the face of this exquisite lass,
whose lustrous raven hair was released from its chignon.
What sin had she committed that's kept her story hidden
and her name omitted or deleted from the family Bible?
In gold gilded frame, what blame does she still carry?
What thrust and parry duel must she have fought,
perhaps for love. Her presence hangs in oils but despoiled.
Aged painting of this alluring woman remains a mystery
to me, but I see in her eyes, a familiarity I recognize
each time I peer into the mirror on the vestibule wall.
"I have offended God and mankind because my work did not reach the quality it should have." ~ last words of Leonardo da Vinci
Dear Leonardo, one so easily admired,
countless souls you have inspired.
It's been five hundred years, and yet,
the world, it seems, cannot forget.
So striking, your last words of regret.
How, then, can this be?
You make us question. It is your style.
What makes the Mona Lisa smile?
She gazed at you with all her heart,
bemused at the genius, set apart,
and became the world's most famous art,
and so maybe I can see:
I do not think it's false modesty,
but another puzzle key
to the meaning of your quote,
as history you rewrote,
God's divine purpose to devote,
you didn't optimize your gift.
While I don't know God's thinking,
I expect He's unoffended and unblinking.
You needn't brood or smolder.
From your illustrious shoulders -
go ahead, remove that boulder.
Give your heart a lift.
I would expect He had a plan,
using you the best way He can.
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
Contest: Within a Gilded Frame Sponsored by Broken Wings
05~08~16
Immaculate blue sky shares many myths!
Environ, like Da Vinci paintings, glows!
Flies and bees compete for nectar-filled piths!
Kissing the blooms the romantic breeze blows!
Environ, like Da Vinci paintings, glows!
To the nature's designs, each stone obeys!
Kissing the blooms the romantic breeze blows!
Each within the rhythm of the universe stays!
To the nature's designs, each stone obeys!
Flies and bees compete for nectar-filled piths!
Each within the rhythm of the universe stays!
Immaculate blue sky shares many myths!
27 September 2022
Autumn Pantoum Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Have you seen that guy who does painting on TV?
with close-curl hair like his landscape greenery,
although he is a genius that's to be sure,
and with him what's less is definitely more.
I remember my feeble art attempts at school,
but managed to retrieve my reputation from being a fool,
somehow my crap turned out to be not too bad,
however, the expectations can drive you mad.
Now, a 'wash' turned out to be a thing of beauty,
shading, grading, as tho' it was still running to me,
my art master said that we're not all capable of 'magicals,'
and that everyone's seen a prick and two balls.
One wonders how Da Vinci may twitch in his grave,
thinking of all the wonderful work that Michaelangelo gave.
I bow to Renaissance persona Leonardo Da Vinci
Non- parallel fantastic
Illustrious Marvellous
Master of Robotics
The Great Scientist, Architect
Brilliant Intellectual.
Painter, sculptor
Designer, Helicopter-Inventor
Military Engineer, Draftsman.
Meteorologist, Zoologist , Botanist.
Peerless performance
sparkling, shinning in every discipline
charming and alluring me.
My veneration, reverence
flowing in opulence
with overlapping emotive urges
on deep admiration and adoration.
To conclude:
In Obituary to include:
All qualities in single personality
owning God gifted talent and handsome look.
I bow to The Great Polymath
To Honor My Hero
Contest by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
In that September early evening
The waves came strolling in
From far beyond my line of sight.
The horizon was nothing
But a fading glimpse of yesterday
As the day turned into night.
Water lapped up on the sand
Completing its titanic, oceanic journey
Before turning back once more;
Flooding my mind
With thoughts, emotions and memories
At the edge of the ocean floor.
As I watched the water swirl into eddies
And tide pools attract everything
From sea urchins to cephalopods
Reminding me that we’re all in-different
Phases of tidal pull until returning
Back to God.
The colors in the sky were brilliant
As if Michelangelo and Da Vinci
Had been hired to paint the scene.
And sitting there watching the sun disappear
I was struck by the idea that as the old song sings:
Life is but a dream.
Form:
POEMS AND ROCKS
I believe it should be our mission while on the Earth…
to do our part to improve and to advance her….
to leave a better world than the one we found…
to add to her beauty…to enhance her.
I am not a famous poet…like Whitman, Frost or Angelou…
I’m just a person who likes to write his poems…
and send them out to you.
Deborah is not a famous artist…like Da Vinci or Monet..
She’s just a person who likes to paint on rocks…
then leave them in places along the way.
Perhaps someone will read a poem of mine…
or find one of Deborah’s rocks…by chance…
and it will make them think…or smile..
and in that moment…their world enhance.
And they might carry that feeling with them
as they walk along the street…
and they might share that smile they just picked up
with other people whom they meet.
It’s one way that a smile…from a poem or rock unfurled
can, as if carried by the wind, find it’s way around the world.
And even if that smile finds its way to only one person on the street…
Even if it makes only one person smile…
then we will smile too…for our mission is complete.