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I bought the "hugest" pot I found
It's very tall, extremely round
I had enough with four teenagers
Killers of eardrums and Pizza beggars
I Googled recipes for "Turtle Soup"
I dreamed of flavors, carrots and this "group"
Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello and Rafael
Mutants in green - they jumped and almost fell
When coming in my kitchen they all at once in awe
"Mutant Ninja Turtle - The Gourmet Recipe" they saw
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So now I quietly enjoy my veggie soup
A slice of pizza and an ice-cream scoop...
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For Destroyer(Poet's contest: Turtle Soup
You were the Renaissance man who
Had a wonderful romance with life
You shattered the ordinary matrix and
Produced extraordinary results!
You painted the “Mona Lisa” and overwhelmed
The inhabitants of this planet with sketches of the future!
Even though your parents never married each other
You still exposed the beauty of your talent to your generation and
In doing this, you showed us that
It was not a diabolical error for
Your parents not to be married!
Like many artists
You received no kind of formal education
Remarkable, you rose above the ordinary and did extraordinary things!
You were persecuted and arrested but
You knew that your talent would make room for you
Because you had a vision and
With a vision, comes precision in any form!
You broke the shackles that live within the norm
So I can inform my generation that
We can break the cycle of comfortability and
Sparkle innovations beyond the scope of man in any form!
You were the Renaissance man who
Had a wonderful romance with life
You shattered the ordinary matrix and
Produced extraordinary results!
Your portrait ‘The Last Supper'
Survived during the war and gave you
The upper hand as a masterful script for your life and
Even though you and Michelangelo did not get along
You stood your ground because you knew the nature of your talent!
You broke the shackles that live within the norm
So I can inform my generation that
We can break the cycle of comfortability and
Sparkle innovations beyond the scope of man in any form!
You were the Renaissance man who
Had a wonderful romance with life
You shattered the ordinary matrix and
Produced extraordinary results!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
I'm having some thoughts of the past.
Nobody has woken up amid night.
The seagulls replied with a steep scream.
Utterly hidden below heaps of stream.
Remembrances of a sad state of mind.
He was injured due to the singular of time.
On the verge of a social upheaval wind.
The agony of previous reviews of crime.
The action is still fresh in my memory.
Everlasting life is a state that is eternal.
That particular epoch has faded away.
The imply of a louder voice is not essential.
Do not squander time scouring for each other.
Springtime is one of their favorite seasons.
Please enable them to return to home forever?
And scents the delightful Michelangelo creations!
But things usually happen when I'm away.
Loneliness is all around me everywhere.
It pains me to reckon of the trips we had jointly.
The distance between the two places is prairie hare.
Is there anyone who can examine the mind?
I feel at ease as my pulse begins to slow.
A once-all-powerful genie who lost his aptitude
Servitude under rule through force of law!
We drew a picture of a dream.
We've all adopted an updated identity.
When will the sun bright again, for a fresh gleam?
Plants become sensory with time and worry.
Written: July 20, 2021
A BRIAN STRAND JULY 22 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Stand
In chambers lit by candle's glow,
A sculptor stands, with brow alight,
Where visions grand begin to flow,
From marble cold, a form takes flight.
With hammer's tap and chisel's grace,
He breathes life In chambers lit by candle's glow,
A sculptor stands, with brow alight,
Where visions grand begin to flow,
From marble cold, a form takes flight.
With hammer's tap and chisel's grace,
He breathes life into, a human face.
Like Michelangelo, with hands so sure,
He captures form in perfect lines,
A David bold, forever pure,
Or Venus fair, with form divine.
The sculptor's mind, a sacred well,
From which all beauty breaks its shell.
He tames the stone, its roughness fades,
Emerging smooth, a flawless guise,
Emotion etched, into light and shades,
A story told in sculpted sighs.
The mind's a kiln where beauty burns,
A Renaissance, each statue yearns. , a human face.
Like Michelangelo, with hands so sure,
He captures form in perfect lines,
A David bold, forever pure,
Or Venus fair, with form divine.
The sculptor's mind, a sacred well,
From which all beauty breaks its shell.
He tames the stone, its roughness fades,
Emerging smooth, a flawless guise,
Emotion etched, in light and shades,
A story told in sculpted sighs.
The mind's a kiln where beauty burns,
A Renaissance, each statue yearns.
With his hunk of chalk...
poignantly caressing the surface.
he scratches the parchment...
in laborious preparation.
Divinity...in smoky black lines,
and after countless swirls...
of grave introspective:
a hazy figure emerges.
Modeled for a character...
in a forthcoming fresco.
in an iconic charm of youth...
nude and intensely shaded.
Idealized in sensual glorification,
from artifice and reality.
a detailed depiction of human form,
shaded in diagonal swirls develops.
Darkened shadows reveal,
the toned physique of the human frame...
told in the visual language of art.
from the genius of Michelangelo.
*Note: Inspired by the Study of
“The Creation of Adam” by Michelangelo
Have you ever seen a pair of Nine West Folowe Pumps in Red Blooms Floral - or ever held a feathery pair? They offer the pure pleasure of perfection.
You can see them popping up lately, in streetwear silhouette, matched with Dolce & Gabbana’s floral-print leggings, making a duet of blooms—petal upon petal, like a garden in motion, or paired with the new, high-waisted barrel leg jeans, lending a flash of elegance, a bright flourish against dull denim.
They’re visions, wrought as if by the hand of Michelangelo, who once from marble freed David’s pose, or da Vinci, whose brush summoned the Mona Lisa’s secret smile.
In form, they’re d’Orsay cut, sporting curves as deliberate as the Sistine vaults arch. The stiletto heels rise with the ambition of a cathedral’s spire - neither too proud nor too meek, but balanced, like the symmetry of a butterfly’s painted wings.
Upon their surface, blood red blooms unfurl - petals as vivid as spring’s first flush - each blossom a testament to an artist’s hand, in riots of color and romance that dance with the same spirit as a flowerbed at dawn.
No flaws mar their making: the stitchings are true, the fits precise—as if tailored by the muses themselves. Each pair offers its own unique foliations, bespeaking the freedom of a craftsman’s careful art.
Lastly, of course, they’re marvels of harmonious function, lightly cradling and lifting each step - comfort and glamour aren’t adversaries here, but partners in making each step a sonnet and each stride an artist's brushstroke.
Now, maybe you aren’t into fashion - perhaps you’re a male - oh, poor you, I’m sorry, but maybe, just maybe, in times of chaos, you long for the pleasure of inexpensive perfection.
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Songs for this:
Glamour Girl by Louie Austen
This is what falling in love feels like by JVKE
"Super Hero"
Krypto Knighted
Disrobed Le Penseur
contemplates strength
a royal monk disrobing within
Rodin begins to think
new dreams dialled in
naked vulnerability begins
hiding behind dark angel wings
pinned between the box-cadged
dimensions of a glass onion
black crows waiting along the ley lines lead,
super natural morsel fed
dark nights fly into unhooded blinding daze
towards the gauntlet
landing tethered and tamed
temperated, nixed and disarmed
Hawk of the Lure,
long winged
creance held
in the grey rock silence
evaluated
hard-penned
full-summed
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Super Hero” / Johnny Hollow
https://youtu.be/JGkC-8Qu0JM
“Land of the lost and sedated
Will someone come,
Save us from,
This storyline of mass destruction
Will they stay,
When they see,
What we have done
just to be free…”
Crypto/Krypto, meanings
https://www.thefreedictionary.com/krypto-
Glossary of Falconry Terms:
https://sora.unm.edu/sites/default/files/journals/jrr/v003n03/p00058-p00067.pdf
"Super Hero", Johnny Hollow / LYRICS
https://genius.com/Johnny-hollow-superhero-lyrics
Kryptonite
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kryptonite
"full-summed" / refer, Glossary of Falconry Terms.
Le Penseur.
The Thinker was initially named The Poet (French: Le Poète), and was part of a large commission begun in 1880 for a doorway surround called The Gates of Hell. Rodin based this on The Divine Comedy of Dante Alighieri, and most of the figures in the work represented the main characters in the poem with The Thinker at the center of the composition over the doorway and somewhat larger than most of the other figures. Some critics believe that it was originally intended to depict Dante at the gates of Hell, pondering his great poem. Other critics reject that theory, pointing out that the figure is naked while Dante is fully clothed throughout his poem, and that the sculpture's physique does not correspond to Dante's effete figure. The sculpture is nude, as Rodin wanted a heroic figure in the tradition of Michelangelo, to represent intellect as well as poetry.
Falconry:
"So What Exactly is Falconry?"
http://www.pfht.org/falconry/
Genius and insanity skip through life hand in hand
Grinning and dazzling each other with outrageous ideas
Loving the way others come around with shock and awe
Ask Rembrandt, Michelangelo, Edison and Robin Williams.
Just a tiny few of my favorite inventors, philosophers and artists.
Genius and Insanity rock our world; we cannot squelch them.
They are openly wild, weird and wonderful.
I chase both as they skip through life, hand in hand!
Sometimes catching them in a poem or on a canvas.
It is enough, it has always been enough.
You are crazy! My friends tell me.
Ultimate compliment, my genius muse replies.
Michelangelo covered with the hood
Weeping tears as holding Christ, he stood
At the head of the man, who is the Lamb
That became the perfect sacrifice, the great I Am
Putting himself in Joseph of Arimathea's place
Helping Mary Magdalene and Mary Jesus' mother face
The tragedy, that they felt ended Jesus' race
His chance to be the Savior, sent to grace
The world with salvation and kingdom of love;
How each stroke of the hammer guided from above
Perfection of this work you desired for the Dove
When an error occured, you were not proud of
Gave this unfinished work away (to Antonio)
Who for a profit did sell the work for pay
Reconstruction by Tiberio Calcagni paved the way
For the look of the Florence Pieta' today
(The information that I got about this work said that Michelangelo used himself as a model
for the hooded figure. I could just see Michelangelo feeling the agony of the person when he
put himself in their place.)
Down the stairs turned to chiseled rocky rungs
the fluid elegance cascades like an ebullient rapid
primal grace of Eve glistens on the satin skin
tinged with the hues of primeval beauty bounty
sculpted in curvy contours of Michelangelo finesse
and charming patterns.
Amorous lustrous stream flowing in cleaved vale
carved between the ambrosial mounds
opens up on the vista of the ivory meadow
supple rhythm of scented jasmine allures
wafting on the canopy of the yonder thicket
and waiting to be adored.
The porcelain ballerina feet as flittering as
the swan en echelon making rhapsodic design
half-way on the staircase stuck motionless
a statue draped in symphony of au naturel motif
the moonbeam lattice covers her with silver screen
and with enigma ethereal.
September 30, 2021
Brian Strand's Contest A Strand (1044)