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Maestro Creates Masterpieces

He played the piano the way he did everything – incredibly well.
He’s a maestro, his mother told everyone who stopped by.
They did not doubt it, he was busy too, always composing.
Writing screenplays, creating operas and musicals.

When will he publish? Some of the noisier ones asked his mother.
That’s not important, she told them. That he is living with me is.
He lived with mama until her death, which delighted both of them.
His creations were genius, we discovered after his own crossing over.

Aesthetic Creations and Masterpieces

poetry
excellent, delightful
reading, publishing, editing
pantoum, diamante, sonnet, verse 
writing, posting, delivering
long, short
essay

art
beautiful, amazing
drawing, painting, sketching
origami, sculpture, portrait, mural
sewing, carving, waving
creative, unique 
 craft

music
fast, slow
singing, playing, humming
hip-hop, country, orchestra, symphony
conducting, interpreting, dancing
sad, happy
drama



 
Jan. 16,2023   9.10pm

Meddling With Masterpieces

Edit, abort;
poem cut short.

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A For-Get-Me-Not, a rhymed couplet with 4 syllable lines

Eph 2:10 - For we are God's workmanship (poema)...

Masterpiece

I
Some words remain prophetic through time
Giving and yielding fruit
Like Jeremiah (29:11); Ezekiel on my heart
Of wickedness that will shock even me
Unless someone  heals My heart of stone
Isaiah knew too I am fearfully, wonderfully made
Like tigers or wolverines & the Tasmanian Devil

II
When God created all & more
His masterpieces came effortlessly
He did not sweat it out, willed most of it
Perhaps chose to "dirty" His fingers with Adam  & Eve
That personal touch, his signature
And we use words creatively as He did
In his image, then
Declare masterfully:
LET THERE BE LIGHT

A Piece of Writing In Process

Once a poet is done psychically with his or her craft
With the vernacular of his or her masterpieces
It’s the role of the readers to add mentally missing pieces
Parts, ideas, images, a few words and a sophisticated shaft
To mechanize, modernize or upgrade the messages
A poem is, of course, a piece of writing in process
It’s a bubbling melting pot, where many things are amiss
For many logical or purposeful reasons and for excuses
Which are existentially beyond the scope of countless texts
Poets are generally perplexed and write under pretenses or pretexts.

Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

Masterpieces

They're masterpieces
woven from miracle and stardust...
a couple of decades to raise them up
just to send 'm down goblins' road...
a locket of prayers-their silky shields
facing an iron fanged society 
brimming with rabid muzzled souls.

You were once trapped 
in those same fiery holes
that they're blindly approaching..
and half way down the devil's throat
you've tossed them a God gilded rope..

They've crawled their way back home
a bit less stardust in the lungs
a bit more grit in the bones..
A scuffed up masterpiece 
needing sable hearted refurbishing.
You're the stoic greying captain
still stout in the fist of their storms
replenishing their parched soul ponds
with unconditional love and understanding 
and the swirling colors of faith divine.

Now they don shields 
made of titanium scars-experience
you offer them your sextant heart
as they feed themselves
to the godless world again.

God's Masterpieces

Like it or not, God rules us all!
       Never, not once taking a break!
       We, instead, choose to see lies and the world fall.
       Thanks to Eden's snake?

        We can make life a bubbling joy.
        Or cringe under the rule of failed, human leaders.
        How about us, creating one, humane current history?
        Where we make it, instead of being social media readers?

        Get hip~the world was never meant to be one with peace. 
        That's in the next life, where evil is finally put to sleep.
        And we, living with other believers in God's eternal masterpiece.
        For the time being, all His words to know and to keep.


       The good news is right now,be, that nobody is better than any other!!.
       We were all given special gifts at birth.
       Some great musicians or poets, it matters not, we are all sisters
       and brothers.
       Each a gem, so celebrate your life today for all it's worth!


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                              Edited @ 12:30pm PST

Masterpieces of Love

Written by Gail DeBole
on March 11, 2020


- Putting together a scrapbook of your child’s best moments
- Creating an heirloom bedspread out of old T-shirts for your child 
- Framing a child’s stick-figure picture like it is the Mona Lisa
- Creating a new dessert, entre, or snack for the family 
- Working on a relationship that is worth working on
- Working towards a goal whether or not it is achieved
- Writing a poem that uniquely describes a precious love

The Invention of Masterpieces

Anger inspires the heart
To create the words of the world

Which is then a burden 
Which is then a curse

And then so is threatened 
And then so is kept 

Far from those who will be converted 
From those easily changed

Far from eyes who will tell the mind
That'll then create the text of the broken

Masterpieces

Have you ever marveled at the maestros’ pieces?
Have you?
Composers – who capture with music
Moods which can move us…
Writers – who work with words which
Amaze and absorb us…
Craftsmen – who produce with patience
Art which astounds us…
Painters – who create on canvas and sketch with skill
Landscapes and portraits and pictures to ponder
What genius, what greatness, what treasure invested!
Have you ever considered their value?
Have you?
Is it intrinsic or is it acquired?
Determined by men because in time they’re admired
Some are uncovered, their worth discovered
The master renowned, his work has been found
But many lie buried and won’t be exhumed
Their potential lying forever entombed
Maestro and masterpiece together
Deprived of the glory
In this life’s mysterious story

Musical Torment - the Infamous Masterpieces

Torturing me with touches
I feel the sting of hardened and lasting lust
Touches not of mortal fingers,
But Halloween-haloed strings composed by musicians of mystery
Pressing upon my back--yes! A searing, yet melodi-errotic strike
All upon me, yet far from me...

Leave me not in the judgement of my own scrambling feelings
Rest not away as I hold my hands out in the dark
Deathly dances are visions heaven-bound for the duo--
Yet for the solo- a blank, useless measure...

The pulsing silence of amateur-stitched love rattles me
Making rhythms giggle in my mind
Intervals of idiocy tormenting all reason
Truly an agonizing, but for others--minor--prison
Is the smile that helped design those strings
Those strings that pluck upon my spine
Controlling me in a dark place stuck between tunes and time

Why are your hands so cold when you play those piano keys?
Why are your lungs so eroded with the pride that taints the songs you sing?
Why have the rhythms gone awry, and why does your apathetic dissonance thrive?

And tell me… through it all…
As you compose the rise and fall…
Why is all this destruction you created so vibrantly alive?

Stained Glass Masterpieces

In his eyes I see tomorrow
he is the holder of all my time
like beautiful stained glass 
holding rainbow colored sand

His touch is healing and divine
like the warmest sun 
in summer time
his words are like seashells

As they call out to lovers in the ocean
drifting along the tide to sandy beaches
he has found me anchored to him
holding me with his soft sensual kiss

I see the moon in mid-day now
shining right beside the sun
they over came the obstacles 
of all the storms on the run

We are in the eye of the hurricane
where the sky is beautiful all day
enjoying our mystery
to the rest of the worlds dismay

He is the ink that now flows from my quill
I am the tapestry the ancients could never fill
together we are a master piece designed with our love
we are the ones who are well endowed in love

Stained glass masterpieces.
 art inked with sand from above
two beautiful lives filled with God in trust

The Truth About Masterpieces

Drifting beyond the lightest cloud.
Pastel clowns in postmortem rain parade.
Cascading in the cold moon dust
to shed this latest mascaraed.

Wounded memories hang loosely from the mind.
Autumn berries quivering three quarters past their prime.
When did "mediocre" pock the virgin tree.
When untruth told us, painting by numbers...
was our first gilded masterpiece?

Then entered our very first critique.
When honesty stated our works wasn't their cup of tea,
Like evening frost clinging upon a tender leaf.
A devastating reality. 
They should have stated the slate cold truth.
as soon as we could breathe.

Unknown Masterpieces.

That man from Galilee,the poor,low servant!
in fact his worth as oversee,insured by a crafts mans wants!
He would have been the very best.not a door he could,nt fit!
A window inside pyramidic rest.it,s sure,he had the kit!
He built thrones and simple seats?
folding furniture?and beds of bliss.
The old would feel like the elite,
while laying on this magic carpeted wish!
Every artist of all known game!
whether paint or chisel made!
Never discovered a mark from his plane!?
Who will uncover where his signatures laid?

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