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"All art is erotic", quote from Gustav Klimt
The Kiss... Gustav Klimt
Son of a Bohemian gold engraver
Childhood marked by poverty
Influenced by Japanese art
Developed his talent early in life
Created his own style like no other
Took symbolism and eroticism to new heights
Glorifying the female body
Evocatively exotic and erotic
Lacquering it with gold leaf
Controversial during his lifetime
Now on display in Vienna
Those not destroyed during the war
Traveling in world exhibitions
Or sold for multi millions to art collectors
Unfinished paintings when he died
World-wide fame celebrated anniversary
One hundred and fifty years
Death and Life
A golden tribute to Klimt
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Written: March 12. 2025 For contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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I wonder if you cared when you cried,
I wonder if you cared apropos of your pride.
Maybe I was foolish for your narcissism,
Luxury once trumped passion and eroticism.
We are all bound by a burden of pain,
We bear suffering and raise his stain.
Amid our trials, there is no glint of hope,
In the depths of night, rebirth may grope.
You still need my avail express emotion,
I am navigating the ups and downs of devotion.
Dying is our beacon of hope and light,
the eternal path of righteousness and delight.
Signs and myths twirl in seamless discord,
Shades cover timid awe, grasps of pity chord.
Envy and resentment drove love to break,
Amid the gloom of a clique, sparkle may awake.
Witches and wizards mumble screams,
Warlocks generate visions of dragon flight.
Gypsy fortune-telling witch exudes delight,
Wicca magic casts spells under moonlit streams.
Druid chants echo through earth-based rites,
Typical magic thrives as crystal balls shine bright.
"Namaste" uttered in a cauldron of warm light,
The pendulum swings, revealing secret sights.
Acrylic nails click against the clothesline,
Rainbow fades away, but buzzkill cannot stay.
Attached to slime naturally bright day sway.
Reflect on regret while listening to forces divine.
"The left hemisphere's assault on our embodied nature
is not just an assault on OUR bodies,
but on the embodied nature of the
[sacred EarthMother]
world around us."
Iain McGilchrist, The Master and his Emissary, p. 440
The WhiteMale monotheistic privileged attack
on regenerative co-passion
was already our unwell
under-enlightened Way
bypassing time's orgasmic peak ReGeneration
With rising eroticism,
as might be sacredly anticipated
shifting balance bisexually in-between
right BeautyFull polytheistic Health
and left HandSum enthymematic
Holy Open Systemic Wealth
Growth in neuro-erotic feeling
sensual integrity's surfing in
and out potential
peak transubstantiated co-passion
Not so much reciting LeftBrain dogma
while slowly re-opening more sensual
sacred holonic,
pantheistic
holy worship
wonder
awe
By contrast with monotheism
equating homophobic White AnthroGod
with conserving ZeroSum competitive justice
against Both/And co-operative spantheists
feeling MotherEartha's energy
empowering all integral
win/win erotic
exotic
quixotic
handsome informed Yang
beautiful outflowing Yintegrity
wu-wei sacred co-relationships.
Western white homophobic monotheists
decline their own panentheistic ecofeminist spirituality
denying monoculturing force
post-millennially decapitating
White patriarchal capitalism
withering emasculated away
with advancing global
polytheistic sacred synergy,
enthymematic secular awareness
inflaming not not climate anxiety
is neither healthy
nor safe
nor wealthy
nor compassionate
nor bipolar 1 v 0 sexy.
You are like the peacock on the top of Radisson blue sky
The red eyes and blue heart of you dig out my sense of desire
Envy there is hidden to gasp all and lust flourishes the eroticism
The Opal is entangled with your seductive passionate body
And the Tourmaline comes to relieve unglued stress
All the colorful lustrous increases alertness with the immune system
The perennial herbaceous plant calendula nourishes skin,
Revives that as the youthful shining more than divine whore
On the exhausting sick chest of your autumnal earth, Diwali comes
Durga will come by the cradle and go by the elephant for your curing
She will embrace you thru tender breeze and cleanse in drizzling
On the dynamic ways of words, I am clogged, speechless wayfarer
The greatest soul of the mystical Ektara left us 130 years ago
and went to the supreme being keeping us on the shoreless ocean
I am onto the paths of the mask, global Halloween festivals of you
To rejoice the days of science, chemistry, and space with pasta lovers
I am in your time of inviting natural coolness touching white fogs,
In your time of inviting winter and planting the seed of spring
The poetic mind roaming in your vineyard walls with the syrup of grapes
Red, pink, rosy spicy intoxicated syrup in the veins of poetic words
Methodically all feel you through the nature warm to cool humidity
Nature changes its leaves with vibrant colors thru mask security
Which impresses the inner beauty as well as outer charm vivacity
22.10.2020 Chattogram
In swoon ‘neath golden moon and sable sweep
let bathe with hues upon my canvas soak
romance a mingle, brush and pigment sweet,
enrapture me your passion’s hungry stroke
explore an aura, fluid colors blur
imbue the skies of empty eyes a soul,
in deepest purple daubs a midnight stir
as lover weaves a dream to make me whole
caress the edge to fuse desire and shapes
lay a layer one atop the other
a throb of contrast, feelings free to traipse,
smoothing over yearnings with a flutter
starlit glaze and silky graze artistic
awaken chroma crave for drama shades,
mood’s aglow, aroused and optimistic
before the painter’s lusty palette fades.
Susan Ashley
April 7, 2020
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Brian Strand No 1165 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~ Third Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 5
Sponsor: Mark Toney
~ First Place ~
Standard Contest: Your Fave Poem 2020 Not Written For A Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
I chose to love you as you were awesome
but then your love, pure venom
loving you certified me insane
caused me migraine
you feigned innocence
in me, for you, deep reverence
my poem reminiscence
of the sequence of pain and violence
your love I renounce
you promised impossibility
but had no capability
realistic of this I shared your enthusiasm
at dawn, eroticism
at dusk, pessimism
with time you installed the poison
this, I repeat, retrospection
lost nothing your desire-a satisfaction
the venom leaves me septic
my life hectic
secretly you quieted
your plans well suited
to make me welcome
my tomb
Chet lived creepily in the back of the tavern, hidden.
No one bothered him. He lived vicariously through the others.
The pretty barflies who flitted in chatting too loudly.
Flipping their hair. He had a salacious appetite, saw them all naked.
They sometimes waved to his corner when they were drunk.
He did not think they knew he was perpetually eyeballing them.
Unclothing them one piece of clothing at a time in his mind.
Uncovering their secrets was easy; they shared way too much.
His voyeuristic tendencies got him ostracized and secluded from family.
His mixoscopia and scoptolagnia confusing the prissy Baptists he knew.
He might go Catholic, he had heard they were more open. Nah!
Religion was not for him. His religion was this bar and those bar flies.
One of them was throwing her head back now, laughing loudly.
He would dream of her tonight. He smirked at the eroticism she brought him.
She turned and waved. If he was forty years younger, he would be over there.
But he knew better so he stayed put, swigging back his beer.
James beard Award for Culinary Excellance
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-Le Expereince de l'amour
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Quiche Lorraine
eroticism, beauty, relaxation
Morus Alba
honors influential artists
Es un espíritu inclusivo y en constante evolución, arraigado en
unos orígenes humildes,
El artista influye en las personas;
y quienes aman a las personas suelen ser, a menudo,
aquellos que entretienen a la gente
pizzicato strangs.
Bass Baritone
Intro: Sets the tone, tempo,
Verse: Develops the narrative or theme
Pre-Chorus: A short section connecting the verse to the chorus
tension and atisapation
Chorus: The main, repetitive, and most energetic part
traverse: Introduces new musical and lyrical
content to provide a contrast to the verse and
chorus, often acting as a turning point.
Outro/Coda: The conclusion of the song, bringing it to a close.
Hook: A highly memorable, catchy musical or lyrical phrase,
often part of the chorus.
Forgot all about us
Forgot all about us
Forgot all bout us!
ah man!
Instrumental Break/Solo: A section focused
on instruments rather than vocals.
Lo sexy definido
Cut from the same cloth, certainly didn't apply
I'd lived twenty places, was born to improvise
You had one home, parents, sister, two nephews
Persistance forced my flighty spirit to accept you
Invited to hang with your family on usual basis
Questions about my background always evaded
Overheard your Dad say after a dinner one eve
" Son, truly.... Get a nice girl, not so zany - leave"
As would most men aged 24, in new relationship
With age 19, you paid no heed, an excuse to slip
Finally away from the family home, we moved
Interstate, far from scrutiny, habits disapproved
A year passed, dreams and dramas wrestled
Competed for front row view of young love nestled
Between marital bliss, mortgage payments, careers
Told folks we relied on your income, truth more severe
Four nights a week exotic dancer took a heavy toll
Your folks hassled you, different girl a better goal
" See how good Mum's been to me," he implored
Soon after discovered my job, they took no more!
Arrived on next flight - your Dad stupidly locked me out
Enraged, I pay most the mortgage, he couldn't discount
Hours later, he emerged scowling, dragged you elsewhere
I struggled to digest your choice, sudden diminished care
Rough days passed, your invasive Dad in your ear
You came to see me despite his advice not to come near
Announced you'd decided to return, to sponsorship offered
Engineering degree, future safe, my funds they scoffed at
Twenty years onward, confounded by that night's velocity
Dangled disheartening aspect, our perfectly drawn ferocity
Sobbing estatic cries mingled greasily, future severed us
Relishing your resurrection, impossible stood impervious
Worshipping each crest and crevice, tears wiped, wet again
Pleasure mounted meal of now, rubbed sliced, salted in pain
Wounds of what was coming consumed core and limbs
Sunset and sunrise conjoined, ongoing herald of eroticism
Sweet and delicious, that's how I see the moon on this summer night
Unlucky is indeed the one who is deprived of such a sight
Moon of love, moon of Aphrodite
Moon of passion, moon of exaltation
Easy and peaceful I feel while being lost in its contemplation
Reveries burst out in my heart, giving birth to a lonely ******!
My heart is yet unattached, though still broken, it pines to breathe with love
O summer moon, how beautiful you look, as if you are made of eroticism
O creation of the wondrous kind, I wish you could give me a sign of the world above
Near your charm, I wish to waltz with love, either of an earthly kind, or filled with mysticism!