massage
the ego
vanity of vanity
myself
myself
seen outside
from within
not what
I feel
but what is reflected
of me
a testimony
of what I see
as me
overt not hidden
or
at someone's bidding
surreal
never ideal
unmasked actuelle
truth to tell
self-real
an
introspection
of ego
sublime
silent
conception
captured
but is it
really me
CHECK OUT MY SELF PORTRAITURES https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Xfx536WP74w
Categories:
portraitures, art, tribute,
Form: Ekphrasis
faces in places
studied moments
in time
portraitures
as still life
breakfast pieces
people in
floating
experiences
translucent beauty
in plein air
blurring the genre
an immediacy
uniquely
his own
pushing the envelope
.. open
Categories:
portraitures, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
Autumnal Dust
At the feet of Autumn, litter of autumnal dust,
Crumpled remnants - the season's still life portrait lies;
Cracked and brittle shells of shady summer portraitures
Gathered for a funeral pyre - one last good-bye.
10-19-20
Rithimus Divisa 10
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Taken from Skeletons of Lace 9-28-20
Categories:
portraitures, autumn, farewell,
Form: Rhyme
Skeletons of Lace
Autumn’s leaves decorate lanes with discarded artistry –
A bright collage in maple, oak and poplar hues;
Too soon the colors fade like early fading twilights;
No restoration possible – no color tint renewed.
At the feet of Autumn, litter of autumnal dust,
Crumpled remnants – the season’s still life portrait lies;
Cracked and brittle shells of shady summer portraitures
Gathered for a funeral pyre – one last good-bye.
Fall sweeps in on icy wings yet one last leaf remains
Gone the green of summer’s blush – autumn’s repose -
Once life giving veins - a ghostly skeleton revealed -
A clear lacy legacy, to birth new life, exposed.
Best New Poem - October 2020
1st Place Writing Challenge - Decay - Constance LaFrance 10-20-20
1st Place Completely Your Choice - Brian Strand 11/11/20
1st Place Podium Placing - Brian Strand
Chosen for PS It's Poetry
9-15-22
Contest: Poetry Marathon Mile 14
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Categories:
portraitures, autumn, death, life,
Form: Quatrain
Most portraitures have different glances,
that see through many an armored face
where hidden self-defense from life
could keep each finite imprint whole.
And I hold comfort in art's streaks,
bewildering all who gaze at close-up tones
in awe of hushed curiosity,
with mystic thoughts which they all share.
Those painted impressions hang
upon an endless brush of halls
until the curves have gone away,
until outlined silhouettes wane...
Before the queue in a gallery,
are dashes of paint that light the room:
And a crowd's silence bow reverently,
for the audience has reached its final heave.
Strand's Completely New (2) Contest
6/28/2020
Categories:
portraitures, appreciation, art,
Form: Imagism
VICTOR HAILS FROM MALTA
I picture you on your island of Malta,
fine treasures you mete with nature
and lovelorn memories. My mind’s eye
froths with imageries and portraitures.
You stir the sea of Poetry Soup’s lot,
ladle out friendship and kind words.
Halfway around the world, the sun
And moon shine with blessings stirred.
12/11/2019
Tribute to Victor Buhagiar
Categories:
portraitures, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Walking through portraitures discordant
Nightmare acutations better part of singulars
Far too long ? Enunciating endogenous skeletons
Less proxy amid the harrowing graveyard of their bones ?
Decaying biosphere chambers these tales in secrets
They have never told ? Slumber gathering beyound his iron
Gates atop the sepulchers betwixt gray stones ? Virtual..
Tombs marking time that screams and all her blood is not my own.
Categories:
portraitures, angel, caregiving, passion,
Form: I do not know?
Walking through portraitures discordant nightmare
Acutations better part, of singulars far too long?!
Enunciating endogenous skeletons; less proxy....
Amid the harrowing graveyard of their bones
Decaying biosphere chambers these tales
In secrets they have never told!?
Slumber gathering beyound the iron gates
Atop the sepulchers betwixt gray stones
Virtual tombs marking time which screams....
And all the blood is not my own?!
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The';'Boogey';'man ~
Categories:
portraitures, hope, life, love,
Form: I do not know?
Walking through portraitures discordant nightmare
Acutations better part, of singulars far too long?!
Enunciating endogenous skeletons; less proxy....
Amid the harrowing graveyard of their bones
Decaying biosphere chambers these tales
In secrets they have never told!?
Slumber gathering beyond the iron gates
Atop the sepulchers betwixt gray stones
Virtual tombs marking time which screams....
And all the blood is not my own?!
*****************************************
The';'Boogey';'man ~
Categories:
portraitures, life, love, passion, time,
Form: Free verse
Slumber beseeched this sight which closed
In warmth of silence to brush repose....
Silkened choirs of soft voices heard
Scions whispers gracing ivories notes ~
As carriages gliding atop sweet serenities
Keys as visions amid these their dreams
In violet hues composed upon the candescent walls
Awakening vistas once held dormant inside
Portraitures, panoramic blinds....
Reciprocating their eye shadow etchings these, cosmetic designs
Until, slumber beseeched this sight which closed
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In warmth of silence, to brush repose ~
Categories:
portraitures, faith, life, love, time
Form: I do not know?