Masterpiece Poems

A Masterpiece Written in Dreams

My fingers are already aching,
their muscles weary, spent, and tired.
Sweat soaks through my singlet,
my eyes grow heavy, begging for sleep,
to pay back seventy-two hours denied.

Yet each of my writes lies in his bin,
the sponsor never seems to tire
of casting them there with careless joy.
Perhaps that brings him most delight—
a cross my restless heart must bear.

Would

Masterpiece

She is the mural painted on barrio walls,
stories in her curves, rhythm in her calls.
Colors of abuela, the fire of the street,
a masterpiece rising where cultures meet.

But art needs a frame — firm hands, steady eyes,
men who don’t compete but safeguard the prize.
A frame holds the story, keeps memory tight,
protects from the weather, the dust,

Art of My Undoing

I want to be an artist.
I want to create a piece if be proud of for the rest of my life.
Id peel back the skin, cutting the fat away until it was the perfect size. 
then id mold it - shape it until it was just right.

Pulling muscles like clay, threading through blood vessels and

An ode to my radiant self

I radiate my inner glow—
like a well-polished precious jewel,
  pleasing to see, with graceful height.
My handsomeness: a masterpiece of art,
  driven by keenness to shed excess fat,
yet I still stand out like a star in the crowd.
My eyes radiate warmth that melts ice—
 as deep and mysterious as a star-filled sky.
My smile, a

From Dust To Masterpiece

That's what we are
That's how we came
Simple, common thing
Inanimate yet, produce
From the best hand made
Fashion in a gentle form
Stood lifeless, face off
Life infuse, same image
Now praising face to face
With love and compassion
The Master has perfected
His work of art made into
A real masterpiece in life
And that is you and me.

- When The Masterpiece Fades -

  ~ The shadows are colorless - give them soft edges ~
                                          

MASTERPIECE SHINE

Curtain rises
Rhythm and Tone
The start off with the Pianist hitting those ivories with gifted fingers
Melody enriched through
Suddenly the Violin joined in with string mellow sweeps of musical waves
Immediately the Trumpet added the flair of what music can create
The thought of wizardry of wisdom came to mine
Music freedom explored
All other musical instruments gathered in high and

Moon sculpture

Soon, I will journey to the middle of the moon,
There, I will proudly place a memento with flair,
Fine sculpture shaped for reduced-gravity design,
One like proud Lady Liberty, facing the sun.
Like a bright beacon blazing in starkness, a spike,
Soaring melodies of beauty gently pouring,
From a breath of fresh air deaf to bees’ noisy hum,
Bold, elegant masterpiece

Masterpiece

When you can't find peace,
And just need to release,
These pent up energies,
Remember this please,
Life can be a mess.
It's a work in progress,
Sometimes you have to guess,
Mess with the colors a bit,
See what you discover.
Did you uncover a new technique?
Each person's path is unique,
You tweak it here,
Tweak it there,
Brush strokes are everywhere.
Like strands of spaghetti,
It doesn't

Masterpiece of pain

Masterpiece of pain 

Each night is a masterpiece of pain 
that lingers in her broken heart 
trying to find what was 
and what is now

she sips memories and lives 
the curse of love in her cozy 
domicile where in the midst
 of broken stars she lost it ....

—a constellation of pains
that still stands upfront 
monumentally,

Crafting a Masterpiece of Soul

Scored, stained, painted, washing, squeezing.
Profound fingers duly pleasing.
A perfect sign is not one’s goal.
Crafting a masterpiece of soul.

Basic colors, silver and gold,
Sprinkles that touch wet paint, behold.
Cathartic stressing’s console.
Crafting a masterpiece of soul.

A maverick or dependent.
Assured it will be resplendent.
To each his own creed of control.
Crafting a masterpiece of soul.

The group imparts a tenderness,
Rubbing elbows

Sacred Threads of My Becoming

This year-a loom of unspoken grace
Chaos and calm intertwined
Peaks stood like cathedrals in the distance
While valleys whispered prayers in the quiet wind
The fabric of my days unraveled
A quilt of lessons stitched in celestial hands

The pits taught me the language of resilience
Each tear feeding the rivers of my becoming
For even in the wreckage, I found seeds

Planet's Masterpiece

When I let go of all types of people in my life
Little by little went the dissolving strife

Slow and more slowly crept in the peace
Cutting off that dead fruit in my life was a relief

More vividly and beautifully my days started to come
Coming back into me - the joy and sense again of being young

Age

The Masterpiece

    Page after page up in flames
      of his first and last novel
    For he just couldn’t get it right
      though he tried with all his might 

    Canvasses of nocturnal life
    

Masterpiece

I see the disappointment smeared across your face 
as you strike a piece of black coal 
across the surface of that lonely canvas . 
The love you once felt. 
Fracturing into tiny sharp shards. 
Its past, raining down onto the earth below. 
A small piece penetrates, deep into your irritated hand. 
Sharply without a flinch.
you

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