Short Cubist Poems

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Premium Member Clerihew Stein

Poet Gertrude Stein
had a staccato style quite fine
She also became a Cubist
& with prose poetry for a while did persist
Form: Clerihew


Premium Member Clerihew Hitchens

Ivor Hitchens a post-cubist
from figuration to an abstractist
Often on long horizontl  format
simple elements so abstract
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member Clerihew Cubism

Cubist as analysis in space
three dimension became a face
They worked with ptolific zeal
in reality have no popular appeal
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member Clerihew Gris

Jean Gris the third cubist
gave it a different twist
Reinterpreted still life his thing
with a fragmented image he did bring
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member Clerihew Wadsworth

Cubist/Surrealist Edward Wadsworth
an Englishman by birth
Achieving much artistic success
in abstractions in vogue then I guess
Form: Clerihew


Premium Member From Letter To Spirit

The
cubist
separates
binocular
views-
a
jigsaw
of angles
and fragmented
forms

Ekphrasis after Woman with a Guitar by Picasso
Form: Lanterne

Premium Member ART APPRAISAL Y twinku


BRAQUE cubist creations ROUSSEAU variagated vegetatioj SCHWITTERS assembled artefacts TWINKU a double word distich with integral title
art
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Dadagital

He presses down the keys on the machine
putting four images on the page
Manipulating them in a cubist manner 
with his magic filter 
He puts a halo around each
Like Christ
Man Ray goes digital

Premium Member ALLITERATIVE CINQUAIN AUG 17

an axiomatic   actuary always axiomatically anyplace again
could credulously careless cubist complain crisply to cezanne 
I,in impious indelicate indwelling ionized internment
me,meaningfully merry, mistaking my myriad mono
telefax this turmoil & toil thereabouts through to their tryst

Thou Art Picasso

I look hard at pieces of Picasso
for art according to 
others' say-so.


No symmetry, much less beauty I see,
none in his so-called
cubist artistry.


Faces, noses, limbs and lips all askew,
call them abstract, surreal or
what have you.


Deformed, distorted images must be
loveliest to Pablo,
but not to me!
art
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I and the Village

ogling the green man - triangle between his nose and the dairy goat

scytheman spoils - dreamy village, ‘cept for the upside-down violinist

green man wears cap and St. Andrew’s cross -
                                                tree of life pinched between fingers

cubist colors - emotive impact, up and down, side to side, frenzy
art
Form: Monoku

Premium Member Black Period of the Cubist

We're living in a warped three-ring circus 
of cannibals, pedophiles, and baby devourers.
A cubist's twisted black period.
Apparently, transparency means three million pages 
of black rectangles and deflecting blame.

Thousands of victims, only two arrests 
and one decommissioned "prince". 
Scores of witnesses paid off, silenced, or sloughed off.
The world has awakened but is queerly indifferent.

Premium Member Face

A vague face, immersed in mist
Lower lip firming, augmenting
Growing paler
Wider at one end
Like a curled up wood shaving

Mouth becoming linear
Puzzling process
Of de-existence as a face
Expression sinks away
In a cubist miasma

Embedded in a matrix
Of contorted dark vacuum
Which maintains emptiness
Despite what it contains

How many faces 
Disappear into nothing
Never to be resupplied
Nor their lost words interpreted

Tonight I Write of Squares of Cloud

That line there was the convincer
the second to reassure
now is that clouds that form a square
or has someone incised a cloud so delicately
or laser shapes as an alternate thinking this ones better
breaks the sky
or a cubist painting of Van Gogh's
Night so starry
is this a view from mountains forgotten spot
go go tell them what you saw
my idea for a mortal combat character
that pixelates the screen

just a few ideas in what my title was about

Thou Art Picasso

I look hard at pieces of Picasso
                            for art according to other's say-so;
                        no symmetry, much less beauty I see,
                          none in his so-called cubist artistry.

                      Faces, noses, limbs and lips all askew,
                      call it abstract, surreal or what have you;
                         deformed, distorted images must be
                              loveliest to Pablo, but not to me!
Form: Rhyme

The Problem With Art Nouveau

Is that I do not like gargoyles staring at me
Or dragons or lions perched above me
As if I will become something to eat
Any second now I am so happy
Every second now to live in America
Where I stare at white walls 
Grateful I am not known as part of the food chain
However vegetarianism started
However I admire vegan
I gave up trying to understand and find
My own power animal
Reasoning I must not like art nouveau,
I am on my way to becoming
Exclusively a cubist implant!

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