What if Mona Lisa’s treated like corn?
In multiple forms made and marketed?
From one of a kind and mysterious born,
What if it steals no heart nor turns keen head?
Imagine several shades of dull grey,
And classics that meander out of hands,
What if Sun never sets nor ends the day?
Bouquet that passes hands till blossom bends.
Nature’s art’s not a blueprint of all space,
Nor can be stretched on and on till it yawns,
Art ‘s not a self portrait devoid of grace,
There’s no grace in wildly grown garden lawns.
No, you can’t milk and market art to death,
The mysterious can’t be mapped in one breath.
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Sonnet |05.07.2014, revised Sept 2022|
Poet’s Note: This sonnet was born in response to a suggestion an aficionado (and I am sure, a market buff) made some time back of popularizing old classic paintings by making their prints and marketing widely.
Categories:
milch, art,
Form: Sonnet
Kaffee
Ist schwarz
Warum
Du magst
Getränk
Kaffee
Morgen
Unter dem Weihnachtsbaum?
Und die Nacht
Warum
Du trinkst
Kaffee
Mit Milch
Und du verwendest
Nussbutter
Auf frischen Brot?
Du magst nicht
Keine Schwarzen
Warum
Du trinkst
Kaffee
Sehr schwarz
Morgen
Wie Idioten?
Und die Nacht
Warum
Du trinkst
Kaffee
Mit Milch ?
Verlasse mich
Der Frieden !
Rassismus ist
Unsinn
Und dumm!
P.S. Translation of ‘ The Black Coffee’ in German.
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Categories:
milch, beauty, imagination, inspiration, literature,
Form: Free verse
Unquotable quotes – IX
You cannot have your cake and eat it, but you can have
your meat and beat it.
Sow your wild oats on a sow and your tame oats on a
milch cow, and reap what you sow.
See not evil, speak not evil but fiddle evil.
Silence is olden.
Blood is thicker than 70% of the body.
If you eat your fill, who will foot the bill ?
Since l’habille ne fait pas le moine, what if the monk
goes about in his birthday suit ?
Money makes Bunnies look funny.
When a white-collared worker marries a blue-collared
worker, they invariably produce a red-collared
sucker.
The only impermanent resident is the President.
It is only raining cats, not dogs.
We are just kissing cousins in the parloir but not in the
boudoir.
Wake not a man asleep and tell him his wife has given
him the slip.
Snakes and Ladders : To skid and fall is a blessing compared to climbing a ladder and falling from a height and being hit on the head by the falling ladder while the snake is waiting and hissing…
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Categories:
milch, humor, humorous, life, satire,
Form: Epigram