Artist Kurt Scwitters
did not bother with 'sitters'
His major collage 'Merzbau'
'objet trouve'here&there somehow
I found a friendship I can't deny
So with this heart
I couldn't say goodbye.
When I think of you I'll always remember how you
Sweet child celebrated my birthday and the fourth
Of July.
We shared what I saw in the sky
And water with my own naked eye
It was truly an objet d art.
I found a friendship I can't deny
For with you I could identify.
We had so much to impart
I couldn't say goodbye.
No matter how hard I try.
It seems we had a special connection from the
Very start
I found a friendship I can't deny.
I saw rainbows, dragons fly,
Met the ninja, Mr. Wizard, an Indian, and you
Dear pirate were the best part
The whole reason why I couldn't say goodbye.
I cry
As I say take care of yourself sweetheart.
I found a friendship I can't deny
There was no way I could say goodbye.
It is not called bagatelle
But can be one!
An instant caress of her curlicue
Popping the bottle with a corkscrew
Objet d'art and its vestige
Touch then smell - the prestige.
Wink and smile
Murmur, as braid gets pulled
The neck is summoned
As a hilltop to be conquered or climbed
But not as an ornament
To be visually admired
(Only)
Oh, lonely,... lonely
It is exposed
To devour, to feed upon,
Or share passion
With particularity called aphrodisia
Prurience with lucent aspiration
Tune-in all the keys, and hammers and strings
As if it is touched by seraph's wings
Then gently handbound,
Perfected, to make a sound
Soft and gentle
Melodic and infective
Pleasing and, indeed, very effective.
What card have you been dealt?
Do not look!
Have you felt the melt?
Objet Trouve*
diverse assortment of art
on the stoop, enticing allure
bright clay pottery
welded lawn ornaments
photographs and paintings
inside the gallery
traveler's treasure trove
time slows, snail-like
eyes dining, sumptuous feed
walls, steps, tables
crowded with creations
eloquently speak
the artist's message
snagging emotions
louder than words
son's poetry penned
honoring father's sketch
childhood memory
treasured tree house
Instant Sale!
*Found Object
I am an oasis,
an oboe,
an objet d’art,
an ocarina,
an abundant ocean;
I am the very air you breathe -
I am O.
A used Monte Carlo was my first car.
It couldn’t be driven so very far.
Though it had been well used,
It did not look abused.
Less a ride than a fine objet d art.
Seven miles to the gallon, all it got.
We stopped at the gas pump, more than a lot.
Though gas prices were low,
My wages were also.
The car was pretty, its performance not.
I have had a number of cars since then.
None have made me as proud as I was when
I drove that sporty car
That could not go too far
Before a stop for a fill-up again.
By; Joyce Johnson
For Carol's contest "My First Car"
Won no. 2
anenome petals on the lawn -
natural landscape art
She stands there, still
Untarnished by society
As the onlookers flash
Their many lights at her
Of the deepest beauty
She stands tall above
All who dare to compare
The classic look of her
To the modern look
That we call beauty today
Her eyes, illuminated
By the various flashes
Blink not at the many
Who try to sway her
She is constant, as she
Was when first created
Will be constant, as she
Is forever gazed upon in awe
Set by her masters hands