Short Artiste Poems
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Pierre -Auguste Renoir - artiste
whose art ones eyes can always feast
Especially 'CUP of CHOCLATE'
one which all can easily relate
The artist's palette featured
every nuance and shade of color
known to impressarios
and assorted other patron saints
Asked to comment, le artiste himself reflected
~ 'A bucket of paint, it ain't'
Ze French, they are haughty
Kremlinites, vulgar, crude
Le artiste charcoal sketches
in the unvarnished nude
Brits keep a stiff upper lip
Pointy-shoed Italians think they are hip
Ukrainians fight like the dickens
their stockpiles reduced to slim pickens
I was once in thrall to the infamous myth
Of the artiste souffrant,
But I’ve come ultimately to see it
As the cruelest of delusions.
But could it not be said
That it’s still among us,
That malefic notion
That the artist is a spirit set apart,
For some special purpose
Of which pain is an essential component?
Lingering laughter brings out loving lines
Within writings which echo warm, wild words
Music - melodies moisten melted minds
Feelings of hearts who flow furiously
Soothing silence, semblance - with sensations
Praises, prayers, poems who penetrate
Attracting aloneness of the artiste
March 24, 2021
Louis
Tiffany
artiste nouveau-
art-by-absorpion was
his theme
ahead
of his time-
a controlled accident,
hand-made favrile,free formed,
design
Louis Tiffany considered by Pollock & Motherwell as an early exponent of pure form & colour
in art
http://www.hyndburnbc.gov.uk/hag
largest public collection of Tiffany glass in Europe. Haworth art Gallery ,Accrington England
An artiste gently touching
In windswept circles
Painting
Imaginary wet pictures
Further, hearts afire
Sets free
A swan's grace
Life's caricature
An eagle higher soaring
A floating feather to be
Above the worlds
Of dancer's floors
Where in envy
Spirits follow
Soft subtle breezes
Unto whirlwind
Into afterglow
You lead the body
All other worlds
Are left behind
And Pandora's
Music box
Resurrected...
Comes to life
a dizain
Admire her casting, lines of silky floss;
survey as artist drafts her masterpiece.
Enclosing space invisibly across,
then single-handedly, she will increase
the center parts to form unseen valise.
A purse of unsuspected, vicious taint -
its straps in hand, she naps - a wily feint.
Artistic beauty flows, but will soon ebb,
when tender insects clutter her restraint.
Artiste awakes to wealth within her web.
Nov. 17, 2010
callous crest grows
into crumbling crescendoes
lost bounty balance
to moaning coda
wielding wanky melody -
smoldering mystic symmetry
punctured contractions pianissimo
bleeding concerto grosso
drowning dainty diapason
sour lyrics smirks
squashing salient thirst
jumpy jazz jerks
music met madness
turbulent twain wedded.
'20:01:22:05:25
Note: Dedicated to artiste like Nigerian Naira Marley, who fixes s into beats in the name of music.
Like the grass that will soon wither
Life seems to be growing older
And like an artiste that is leaving the stage
Life is now seen in its old age
Its strength is coming to an end
And its vigour reaching its last bend
Having the mind that is fast losing its dream
Never to be supportive again like a strong beam
Like a river it will flow away
And vanish like the wind without any trace
How great it shall be on that day
When life retires from its race
That old familiar rumble once again has begun
Weekend pulling closer no matter how hard I push
Breathe in… breathe out; stomach burns like the sun
Mom and Dad gearing up for one more bruising run
Trusted closet stands ready for my weekend escape
Ears filled with cotton only muffle the hate
My spirit impaled on the thorns of their pain
Breathe in… breathe out; it’s Thursday again
Based loosely and somewhat darkly on the Figurative Artiste Stephanie Deshpande painting "waiting"