For centuries, she would be beguile
the whole world with her famous smile,
but I couldn't make her grin (or laugh) -
well, only just a half.
Someone stole my face
and hung it in a bright room—
called it self-portrait.
And The Mona Lisa is tired - her canvas cracked from stares
A billion eyes dissect but no-one repairs
Her smile is a lie
Just a facade created to survive
They worship the fallacy but the woman's been lost.
Forgotten in history
her own identity to her remains a mystery
She had a voice once, a name, a life-
Now, she's only a sum of their expectations
Lost in becoming a true masterpiece
So polished that there's no personality.
I wonder if they soothe their imperfections with her crafted beauty
Perfectly imperfect though hidden behind reflected beliefs
Even if I scream they'll only hear silence.
Even if I change they'll frame me the same.
They will never see me as me,
Because I'm their Mona Lisa
And it doesn't matter what I want to be.
If there is an intriguing smile!
Why unravel a mystery
that can disfigure pure beauty?
Her story she wished to repaint
With each step, she refined a stroke
Striving to create a perfect picture
An abstract, where every feeling is captured.
In her old portrait
Black was dominant and vibrant
Seeping into every corner of her canvas
Even surpassing the edges.
The paintings of her soul
She sought to redo
Crafting a masterpiece
With an entirely different theme.
Her old self she would reflect
But this time, her portrait would be named
Like the great painting of Mona Lisa
Every inch of her, glorified.
She is another man's property
A smile, so deep like midnight sleep
There's secret hidden in her peep
A painted face of mystery
Crafted in guise of mastery
Even the ancients did not know
The meaning in her mystic glow
Her amber spark, like deep sea gold
Harbors a depth that was untold
There's something in her dark-brown hair
That casts a soft glow in the air
But there's a thought that is worthwhile
Even her two eyes wear a smile
The real color of her skin
Gives every mind a swirling spin
The beauty cloaked in mystery
Baffled the minds of history
5th place
1256 New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: November 11, 2023, PST
1st place
Any poem poetry contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Judged: November 15, 2023, PST
fainting
painting
11/7/23
I want to paint
a Mona Lisa
But I know
it will look like
a piece of pizza!
If she does not look pretty you can forget your pay
Leonardo watched the patron keenly that day
She had better not look corpulent, make her look thin.
da Vinci knew now what a pickle he was in.
Wherever he looks her gaze follows his every step
Who steampunked up the Mona Lisa?
I did not know but I thought Michelangelo would have laughed.
One of those big open-mouthed gaping teeth laughs
Where milk comes shooting out of your nose.
That’s how it struck me.
Of course, I have never been fond of her.
She is too stuck up for me.
Moaning Mona
Oh! Oh!
Oh no,
moaning &
complaining;
her draping
archaic.
Drop a little off
the shoulder,
Mona, baby.
Show a bit
of cleavage.
Best to smile
and wink,
to stay abreast
with modern society.
Mona, don’t
grow cold.
Keep your clothes on.
Save the nudes
for someone else.
You’re only good
when you follow us-
your dark eyes
kept safe behind glass.
Don’t be mad, Mona,
your just a common figure
in history,
a class act,
not suited
to get between satin sheets.
Your mud-pool irises
and hair match-
same dye
for both, Mona dear?
Your alabaster skin
pale as moonlight.
Your handsome hands-
Leonardo found them
enticing. So do we
as we admire
your sleeves. Stay
grounded, Mona…
Complaining
and moaning-
oh no! Here we go again!
Oh…oh…
Moaning Mona.
4/13/2023
Eight men
One objective
Countouts holds the combat
In penalty for 2 minutes
Disqualification holds the
Combatants for 4 minutes
( they gotta get it in)
Mid way through four men
Will team for one score
That team to them divide
( they say it's the same song
Just the harmony is different)
Two teams no DQ
Two teams no countout
Team Challenge
Last two men
Winner takes all
Bankday Brawl
Trophy Series
Tally up the scores.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=euje6vQu-6g
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, men have named you
You're so like the lady with the mystic smile
Is it only 'cause you're lonely they have blamed you
For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile?
Well, is your smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa?
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm? Are you real Mona Lisa
Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art?
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