His life came to a ruinous end
Plummeted into insanity
The red-bearded painter
With his self-hatred, despair and desperation for understanding
He drank yellow paint thinking it would make him happy
Locked up in a mental asylum that would shatter any person’s self-belief
Deceived Vincent cut his earlobe in an unforeseen calamity
But he channelled the awful torment into beauty
Immaculate and sublime
To find ecstasy in the ordinary
And in transforming the banal into a magical masterpiece
The Starry Night, Sunflowers, Self-Portrait, The Potato Eaters, Wheatfield with Crows, Irises, The Bedroom in Arles
Each a genius’s masterstroke into Eternity
A jumble of love, sorrow and rage
Painting the canvas in bold strokes as his heart and mind burst into flames
The King of colour, a whisper into the future unheard in his times
He died in a rut with voices all over his mind.
So, he picked up the gun
And the bullet went straight into his golden heart
Wonder how many colours lost their lives on that day?
Categories:
masterstroke, anger, anxiety, color, depression,
Form: Free verse
They say you are cuter
but through you I see myself
an artist with a masterstroke
the Wilson Ngoni of reproduction
Your googly eyes a mirror
through which I see my past
reflections of dreams I never achieved
your rabbit ears so alert
to hear all the good wishes
I pronounce silently about your future
Your skin perfectly smooth
smooth enough it heals
painful wounds from my past
They say you are cuter
but through you I see myself...
Categories:
masterstroke, child, cute, dream, father
Form: Free verse
England’s coach, Sarina Wiegman’s decision to switch from their regular 4-2-3-1 formation to a 3-5-2 formation was a brilliant move that confused and frustrated China the entire match. With their 6 -1 victory, England remain at the top of Group D and move on to the knockout stages. This is the first time China have been eliminated from group stage during their eight Women's World Cup appearances.
Wiegman’s masterstroke
The Steel Roses bamboozled—
Lionesses roar
Categories:
masterstroke, england, football, soccer, sports,
Form: Haibun
Talking about life.
Not about how beautiful it is
or how blessed we are,
not about how crafty it is,
in jamming its cruel knife.
Simply talking about life.
Not about what a masterstroke it is
or how amazingly it is decimated,
not about our love or spite.
Just talking about life.
Should i be obligated
or bring about my own knife?
(06.01.2022)
Categories:
masterstroke, life,
Form: Free verse
All things can tempt me from shore of desire,
turn to sun-soaked sapphire waves I aspire,
plait pearled lattice of love your heart adorns,
they won’t return to sea of blue forlorn.
Trailing waft of your moonbeamed silhouette
I’ll sink in sands of time with no regret.
At the edge of hope sun’ll rise on new sky,
paints of yearning on canvas won’t be dry
to draw dreamscape fervid brush won’t resist
sprightly masterstroke of enticed artist.
March 10, 2020
Syllable count : 10 each line
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : All Things Can Tempt Me
Sponsor : Beth Evans
Categories:
masterstroke, art, desire, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
One man, one vote
Listen to the double zero
poll echo
One man, one vote
is power transition farcical
A national joke
One man, one vote
is very unpopular electoral
Lever pull okey-doke
One man, one vote
was a woman suffrage hoax
A muzzle masterstroke
One man, one vote
Con-stitutional pipe smokers
took a fake vapor toke
One man, one vote of very lil’ jolt
Alternate current voices
got a direct party line swing nope
One man, one vote
Poll echo tally count double zero
Sum abacus croak
One man, one vote
Majority honk indignation
got a carny clown soak
One man, one vote
Popular gripe concession
twas a ballot tear choke
One man, one vote
be a lost bleat, pearly poll wee echo
Uno shuffle double zero
One man, one cell vote
sorely received the Bilk-o freedom cry
A Trump card eye poke
One man, one vote ~ Democracy false hope
Mandela truth was a pauper lie
Just like that rich Joker bloke crying broke
Categories:
masterstroke, hilarious, parody, political, satire,
Form: Rhyme
Peace like a river comes alongside
when into the countryside you venture
there you find nature fully at large
makes one enjoy the whole adventure
This pastime makes you truly content
when you walk in the forests green
surrounded by shadows under trees
the views stupendous what you've seen
Thank God for two legs and two feet
so to wander through all glorious bright
such a sight blessed eyes to look upon
countryside to glow whether day or night
Look upwards to who created all this
cry out in thankfulness to his masterstroke
bringing this all out of absolutely nothing
by the speaking of a word it all awoke
How many days have any got left?
no matter what, appreciate what you've got
take in the beauty of what one sees
divinely given to be your awesome lot
Categories:
masterstroke, freedom, nature, solitude,
Form: Rhyme
Feline
Highly strung
Hidden weaponry afoot
Pussy purr; sadistic slash ~
Masterstroke
Categories:
masterstroke, animal, nature, pets,
Form: Cinquain
Sex,sweat and perfume
Still consume this room
The sheets washed a thousand times
Yet laced with our swansong
I lay on pillows new
But just like morning dew
As droplets of us are evaporating
I'm left...with all the aromas...and envisage what they bring
But there's nothing left to anticipate
A swansong heard now on death we await
To feel your lips upon mine one last time
Delicately parted by my tongue
My muse...my Alice Prin
Who brings forth unadulterated sin!
For the amount of canvases who have felt my strokes some may deem me amateur
Yet through constant connective awareness,readdressing and adjusting minute details
I have intensified my masterstroke so i fill the canvas and it swells to produce
Cream of the Crop
They said love conquers all
To believe that are you a fool?
To be questioned on passion, lust and love coexisting?
A question only asked by those still searching!!
For I won't settle for anything less
X
Categories:
masterstroke, break up, devotion, goodbye,
Form: Free verse
I’m possessed by your pen
You write my life into a corner
To expose the deep, hidden question
My rhetorical mind avoids to answer
I sink deeper into your mystery
And begin to taste the wet ink
As I try to comprehend your mastery
You enter my wildest fantasies with a masterstroke
You give me such an emotional peak
Take my heart to its very depths
Bless me with your perfect technique
And settle my tumultuous thoughts
Fold my curious mind like a blank page
Capture my soul with each chapter
Then release my suppressed rage
To a marvellous ending - into rapture
Advice for New Writers: Words of Wisdom in Verse - Poetry Contest
Categories:
masterstroke, emotions, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
" YOUR Signature ... "
( Genesis 1: 1 / Rev. 4: 11 )
(Part 2 of 2)
YOUR Signature ...
Signs On All Existence's Account Ledgers
... Is A Literary, Moniker-Masterpiece
A Singularly, Most Stentorious-Stenography
As A Monogram-Monument That Documents
& Slants To Grammar-Mercy's Typed Guarrantee
(Yet Stands Upright In Justice & Audit-Identity)
YOUR Signature ...
Each Letter Is Love and Luminosity ...
A Stencil & Substance-Mark of Perfect Symmetry
and Punctuality With A Written-Resource-Resonance
A Sacred-Sequence of Letters Wrote In Such Serenity
Signed In Stone and On Souls and Of Sovereignty
YOUR Signature - - Reigns So Superlatively
YOUR Signature ...
Signs & Emblazons The Promises & Prophecy-Fixtures
and Heavenly Holy Scriptures
and Is The Greatest Designation In All of Literature
Throughout Space & Spirits & Strenuous Storms & Seas Divesture
Yes - - We See YOUR Masterstroke-Signature ...
We See YOUR Signature ...
( Rom. 1: 20 )
Written & Copyrighted © : 5/8/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
Categories:
masterstroke, allegory, creation, god, inspiration,
Form: Prose Poetry
Lustrous black hangs over pale skin
Gleaming green under deities sight
Wheeling toes transfer lanolin
Watchers skill shadows this neophyte
Who's damning dexterity draws in
The old woman watching weaving
Whispering advice to halt spokes
But fibrous boasts offend mountain
War horns sound an electric warning
Arachne's eyes roll with faster strokes
Athena whets sharp javelin
Circling pressure spills lymphocyte
An emerald eyed grimalkin
Issuing challenge instead of a fight
To save face in front of kin
Anxiously she begins fabricating
Charring wood, wisping smoke
Arachne remembers old sin
Clean fingers start recording
Twenty one episodes to provoke
Woven lust impregnates linen
Details capture birthright
Divine lashes flicker, flecking venin
Mortal legs levitate, threads snap and choke
Defiant victory from the coffin
Punished and reborn with aconite
To appease her guilt for relaxed reign
Arachne is transformed and hanging
Always spinning; a masterstroke
Categories:
masterstroke, inspirational, old, old,
Form: Ode
Your presence gives me pleasure;
I avoid looking
still I see your graceful heel elevate and wait
I notice your neck tilt
I feel you're palpitations
I have felt this before
Now, l want more
Your cheek is flush
the final touch
A master stroke
Categories:
masterstroke, love,
Form: Free verse