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Two renaissance artists . . .
Leonardo Da Vinci created enduring works during his lifetime,
too many to list but perhaps the most well known is the Mona Lisa.
Born April 15, 1452 and died May 2, 1519 at only 67 years old.
Considered the greatest painter of all time. Born out of wedlock.
At 14 he apprenticed with a master and soon was more skillful,
and at the age of 20, he was a master himself.
Michelangelo Buonarroti also created amazing works in his life,
one I love is the Pietra, so lifelike it makes me want to weep.
Born, March 6, 1475 and he died February 18, 1584, an old man.
His skill as a sculptor and painter is famous, and always loved.
The Sistine Chapel, his statues, his frescoes are stunning to view.
At 13, he too apprenticed with a master and soon was skillful,
and went on to be a master artist.
There was a public battle Leonardo vs Michelangelo and their art,
David vs Mona Lisa. There was 2 years of public competition.
A huge man who stands with a grimace vs a sitting woman smiling.
Even before this they were rivals, hated each other, jealous of each.
The loser left crossing the Alps to sulk in France taking his painting,
today she smiles at her fans, like a star to be idolized by the public.
And Michelangelo's works are treasures he left with us forever.
There was such an intense dislike between the two artists always,
but really they were so similar.... perhaps it WAS all jealousy,
because I have read they were both a bit odd.
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July 7, 2016
Epic
For the contest, Historical Rivalry, Part 1
Leonardo vs Michelangelo, sponsor, Marugu Mo
Sixth Place
My avatar presents just what you see;
a woman with a smile and dark brown hair.
Behind that smile, there lives a poetess...
so, what you see reflects the outer me.
Beneath, reserved and quiet, I think deep
to image, with fine words, what stirs my soul.
I chose a lifelike photo just because
it is the shell that holds the real me.
So, here on Soup, I've placed my avatar...
my face...it could have been a rose or bee.
For me, it does not matter how I'm seen...
just how you feel about the thoughts I share.
The image on most things, like avatars...
are labels for the treasures stored within.
January 28, 2019
Unrhymed Sonnet, Iambic Pentameter
The bust was made a of marble,
A replica so true.
With features carved so lifelike,
That emotions shone through too
Beneath the bloom of marble,
I am sure that there must be,
Pulsing veins to give it life,
With red blood flowing free.
The sculptor used his chisel,
To petrify his wife.
Knowing that his efforts,
Would give her eternal life.
This beautiful creation,
Would retain its inner light,
When both of them had wrinkled,
And succumbed to life's long fight.
So the sculpture and his lady
Took a lifetime to compare,
Every extra wrinkle,
From her neckline to her hair!
Ivor G Davies
gentle slivers of His muse,
destined for the earth –
painting a silence on the spirit
with the burst of lifelike trembling,
the wonder of nature’s breath
poured out over the night,
caressing the lasting grace with one finger
who remembers what it means to love,
one whisper who feels the light
piercing the moments with a sense of laughter
who rearranges the miracles of nature
so they bleed out warmth across the twilight seas
coloring each oak with a presence of joy
the aching stars, withered by the snow –
intimate as the glorious rhythms,
guitar’s shadows reveal the intensity of lonely,
forcing me to see past the silence
into the peace, the serenity
fading beneath the pines, intertwined –
with the music who breathes
like a melancholy seed, glistening with grief
always knowing what it means
to just believe, to see beyond the rivers of need,
into the still who glows in the forests,
the soothing that touches each wind,
the rhythm of hope who agrees with the spirit
lingering in this aching impression,
the wonder unfolding, the lessons
expressing what it is to sing like the wrens,
to fight with the night, in the silhouettes
there is a beautiful who will win,
a secret who will never sin, the innocence
ivory flakes,
falling so they touch the notes,
falling so they learn to hope,
falling so they pray, like grace
falling, so they’re forever amazing
and, always praising –
just praising…
ivory flakes, crooning while in flight
a silence who delights,
sharing the intimacy of a spirit
who can never be remembered
without thinking – God is with us,
He is sending love, a powerful love
who destroys the darkness,
silences the doubt
and offers the heart room
to reach out –
pressing through the shadows,
alive, a passion
reaching beyond the suspicions,
to the music of His appearing
the mystery of His song
carried on ivory flakes,
singing all the night long,
singing the notes of God’s song,
capturing the rhythm of love
and remembering the light
whispers through the thoughts,
caressing the pulsing colors
blowing on winds of knowing,
with God, true love is flowing
and inside, our hope is growing.
a rustle of wind
persists&
voices die down
a candle flame
rises
the stained glass
illuminates
in a symphony
of purple
decorative
traces
foreshadow
the positive
designed
to constrain
&yet
appreciate
in the lifelike &
raucous
conceptual
innuendo
so
expressive
with an
alternative
tension
so mundane
this predilection
is somewhat ironic
with a
spellbound
novel advantage
within
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
I sip compliance from a cardboard cup. Tight fine steel lines, hoist five lifelike life sized paper mache white swans. The birds seem to wing from sunlit atrium up and over an oak railing to the mezzanine. Dazzling beneath skylights, they depict ascent, flap, glide, brake and then descent towards wrought iron tables. They mimic our trek from mall entry up the escalator to feast at the food court. I sit alone at the railing, gliding swan overhead, and pretend to eye my phone. Today I secretly study humans. Food court stuffed with youthful staff, bargain hunters, transit transfers, mobility scooters, mothers, babies, bags, phones, the braggadocio of men meeting, gaunt faces of the needy. Bodies milling, streaming, yearning. The bubbling cocktail of pop rock, chit chat galore, languages, slanguages, giggles, and that one guy yelling. The carnal essence of commercial cookery. Unspoken competition for tables, at times nearly a blood sport. Each of us tiptoeing through our daily hopscotch. Only children wonder at the swans. Do mall swans search for lost wetlands, or do they strain to join us? Mythology has it that swans shift between human and avian form. The enchantment of Tchaikovsky’s swan, princess by night pirouettes into swan by day. In the wild, sudden bright white, raucous landing, huge bold birds calling, splashing power and grace. I wish we each burst into swan. But flight feathers do not anchor to my bones, nor contour feathers pierce my skin. I vow to visit the wild ones, and leave.
published in "Unbroken" 2025
Who is that woman in the mirror?
The big blank eyes.
The mouth that never smiles.
The hands, always shaking.
I don't know her.
What can I do?
I am afraid of everything and everybody.
I only want to be home.
But I don't want to be alone.
I don't feel safe.
Why am I always crying?
Anxiety attacks that take my breath away.
Flashbacks of violence, so lifelike.
My body still hurts from his fists.
I don't know why I can't heal.
When will I be me again?
He stole who I was.
He broke me into a million pieces.
Then he gave the pieces back.
I don't know where the last piece is.
Where will I end up?
If I don't have that last piece,
Am I still a survivor?
I'm a blank image.
Alone. Unsafe.
Crying, anxiety, flashbacks and hurting.
Unhealed.
Please tell me,
Is that really "surviving"?
Unshakeable groggy state
plagues mein kampf
impossible mission to awaken
this comatose zombie
drugged horror - by potent
self manufactured narcotic -
oppressive tantalizing
nightmares indistinguishable
when supposedly conscious,
eyes cannot differentiate
dusky "reality" from
twilit zoned lifelike slumbers
confused with medication
induced hallucinations ferrying
me to lands unknown
lack proper visa to allow
this migrant citizenship,
cannot escape tangled web
spun since birth
threads tensile strength
beyond realm of destruction
incredibly dynamic force
defies sophisticated
contraption to measure
even against most
powerful dynamometer,
no contest when utmost might,
sans primal scream
regarding non anesthetized excruciating
spinal tap daily visited
on this beastie boy,
no matter summoning every last ounce
of mine (billeted) willpower
foregone conclusion collusion
effectually ranked less
than lame duck effort
defeated, jackknifed, stymied...
every step of the weigh
I loathe forlorn doomed curse,
a worse fate than death,
no life worth living when bereft
of interpersonal, "normal",
relational... trappings,
yet death not available
for this walled in hostage
imprisoned within inescapable Alcatraz
every blinkered instant nsync
with pseudo fictional
realistic psychedelic dreams
mocking (this bird – dodo)
man cave existence, a mere
abysmal charade, facade, jade
did minimalistic functionality,
where suicide an irrevocable
unfair punishment to Shana Punim
precious daughter, whose caterwauling...
would wake grateful dead!
Author's note: After recently reading Elizabeth McCann's piece "Life and Everything", I was reminded of this piece that I put together some years ago. These are some "catchphrases" that I have encountered on my journey to "another place". Maybe some of you dear readers can/will come up with more to add to the list.
High life, low life, the good life,
The life of the party, life after death,
Married life, the single life,
One life to live, a lifetime, lifeline,
Lifeless, full of life, lifelike,
Nightlife, alien lifeform, Herbalife,
Miller High Life, life skills, life's work,
Life span, "For Once In My Life",
Life on the edge, life insurance,
The gift of life, the spice of life,
Signs of life, "This Is Your Life",
The story of my life, "It's a Wonderful Life",
Life goes on, lifeboat, Lifesaver,
Living life to the fullest, love life,
"It's a Hard Knock Life", life's rich tapestry,
Human life, life on earth, the staff of life,
Life sentence, the rest of my life,
Breath of life, the book of life,
Wildlife, academic life, life of Riley,
Spiritual life, clinging to life, city life,
"The Life of Brian", a former life,
Still life, "Imitation of Life", life jacket,
Life raft, life partner, life expectancy,
Lifestyle, way of life, "Give Me the Simple Life",
Life of crime, monastic life, slice of life,
If I had my life to live over, MetLife,
A matter of life or death, the facts of life,
Spark of life, "I regret that I have but one life…",
"It's not the men in my life, it's the life in my men…"(Mae West),
A hell of a thing to happen to a person,
That's life!
Addendum:
1. Always look on the bright side of life (David Kavanagh)
A lifeless cloud, aloft invisible air
Blows Eastward;
A destination Fate had prepared.
Renewed;
Is a bludgeoned heart,
No longer fueled by loneliness and despair.
The demise of a mountainous bolder,
Crashing downward with it's mighty weight;
Crushing ageless fossils,
Broken from a lifetime of decay
Renewed;
Is a love worthy of replacing,
All the years of self hate.
The hardened soil that lies beneath,
Has now become darkened clouds
Of roaring Crushing debris...
A lifelike sustenance, as it's path now creates;
A Renewed desire to live,
as it buries a lifetime of turmoil and grief.
Replacing so much agony
With a renewed sense of relief..
A lifeless cloud
now filled with the goodness of rain
While the burden of weight from life's boulders
Are replaced with fields of golden grain
Rising from the ruins of the hardened soil of a soul
There lies a clearer path to travel
Covered in a beautiful crystal sand
Renewed;
Is a life now replacing
the death I had once planned...