Short Dilettante Poems

I don't write couplets to be a dilettante
I write to try to be transparent...

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College student….
Devils notion
 —hiding among the words

Dilettante king
Dilettante queen
 —safe within the herd 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)...

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The Dilettante Diaries: "Love in Motion"

Sanguine Soul finds Mate
Magnetic Mate finds Soul
Poetry
Love in Motion


(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)
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Trimp Was Declared A Dilettante

Trump was a chimp declared a dilettante;
Who had ended up becoming a confidant;
A chip off block;
Bunch  of crock;
With horrible  things us he had to haunt.

Jim Horn
Born all full of corn...

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Stop trying to be a poet,
  and say what you feel

Kill off the dilettante,
  both hands on the wheel

In front of the mirror,
  we all wear a crown

Will your verses be written
  —by a sage or a clown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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Stop trying to be a poet,
  and say what you feel

Kill off the dilettante
  both hands on the wheel

In front of the mirror,
  we all wear a crown

Are your verses to be written
  —by a sage or a clown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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Ten Words


T’was a bone fide anomaly
an avant-garde cacophony
carte blanche imbued with déjà vu
soft ennui of élan
following an endless toque
the dilettante went flat
baroque


John G. Lawless
©1/15/2018

ten words

Anomaly
Avant-garde
Baroque
Bona fide
Cacophony
Carte blanche
Deja vu
Dilettante
Elan
Ennui...

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“God is a Woman”



Romance should worship Her
Always
See how God grows
in the Woman

Different windows
Different Seeds sown

Black Iris blooms
Today is Now into Tomorrow



(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)








1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Za_N28331Qw
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A Parisian smile
Awakens and touches me
After years of being away;
Cobble-stoned street
Of silky chestnuts
Echoes the steps
Of shadowy lovers who
Embrace and whisper shared sighs.
Music spills out
Of neighborhood bistros
As an aged dilettante
Recites his poetry
While pouring the house wine
For nodding audience
In state of ennui
While sitting in the sidewalk cafe....

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What is a poem,
be it long or then short

When in service to others,
to agree and consort

And be it objective,
to run with the pack

Its identity loosened,
its rope to go slack

What is a poem,
when written to please

Each word second-guessed,
each phrase to appease

The critic, the pundit,
the dilettante sure

Your blood for their letting 
—your words but a score

(The New Room: March, 2021)...

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Among artists, she is something of an anomaly—
Traditional and avant-garde, austere and baroque,
Yet a bona fide artist nonetheless. 
Amid the cacophony of modernism, 
Where iconoclasm gives Carte-blanche 
To jettison all rules and form and coherence—
A kind of fauvist deja-vu in distorted echoes—
She, neither dilettante nor polemicist,
Has genuine elan, and force, and passion--
In contrast to pandemic, jaded ennui....

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There is a high block, 
A bending vanity,
As I splurge in the cellular
Dysfunction of the disapproved.

Assemble me, my parts swift up
Like a robotic tendency,
And I cast asleep
The sorrow of my disposition.

I am a channel,
A bolted up medium
And I can swallow little a ghoul more
Than the intake of my discharge.

Sip me down,
I, supple dilettante, 
In the shrew confuse
Of remedy’s dawn.





August 2015...

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When the wheel of time crushed my fighting life,
the battle lost, I lay in the debris of gloomy ennui,
wondering if my vain existence was an anomaly.
I gave the novel liberty to my avant-garde mind, 
that made for me at least once a baroque mask,
I wore its flashy smile to play the dilettante role,
for I’d come under the trance of displaced déjà-vu.

June 23, 2020
Contest : It's Only Make Believe
Sponsor : Regina Riddle...

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Entrapping the magic,
philosophers moan

Theory after theory,
no meat on the bone

They label and mark,
their didactics retooled 

Force feeding their ramble
to dilettante-fools

And when in the end
they are then proven wrong

They slink back to their hollows,
where the vanquished now throng

But a new tier of ‘masters’
has taken their place

To lecture and spiel
—and pontificate

(Baldwin School: March, 2021)...

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leave my clothes furled, dear
for I'm not leaving the monarchy
of your delicate rebellion
so close and yet so far
by the weakly-lit windows of your room 

swimming through
the mistletoe fantasies
you're such a dilettante
and your indigo moods
and your oblivious thistle bloom

you'll be my poison 
and I'll be your antidote
for I'm not leaving the barge, not yet
I'm not leaving the Cawdor Lodge 
no matter what
no more
no more...

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"Seams Sewn in Souls Strung like Pearls Cast out into the World" 



In each of us
a pearl 
God 
the unknown
embryonic 
soul

In each of us
the common 
thread

Seams Sewn in Souls Strung like Pearls 
Cast out into the World

Different beds
Same Road
Home

(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)









1. https://www.nytimes.com/2018/05/15/style/sunni-colon-music.html...

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Dilettante photographer
You have the eyes of your mother
A tigress A hunter
Seeking beauty in its lair
Be it fleeting transient
Chasing rainbow variables
Seizing its essence
Capturing its soul
Dragging home the trophies
Orchestrating your sanctuary
Your mosaic of riches
Your inner sanctum
Making it your own



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on February 15, 2018 for contest SUNRISE AND SUNSET sponsored by SILENT ONE  -  RANKED 1ST...

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At first, just ridicule and taunt
Quit complaining, says my aunt
Technology to brag and vaunt
Apps to load and screens to flaunt
I fear I’m haggard, tired, and gaunt
I’d settle for a dream to haunt
To don the mask, a task I daunt
But if I can be your confidant
We may have even reached detente
I hopped up and I took a jaunt
To breakfast for an egg croissant
Though I’m not yet a dilettante
Or leaping the baptismal font
I finally got the sleep I want...

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Do you write to a standard
that isn’t your own
Do you pledge your allegiance
to a dilettante throne

Do you shut out your Muse
when her words pierce the skin
Do you think before feeling
looking out never in

Is your nighttime belabored
with dreams from the past
Is the daylight a hunter
 your guilt running fast

Is the one choice that’s left you
the one you can’t make
Is the courage required
—your one failing grace

(Dreamsleep: October, 2023)...

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A glowing Osprey swept across the fiery pond slightly teasing its surface, mosquitoes tumbling in its wake tempting the trout.  An awakening cool mist lays a shrouded silence upon the shoreline.  As night’s minions slowly assert their claim the gently humming bushes sing.
Ah, twilight, delightful dilettante, reciting your ever-changing vespers, whispering to the kiss of darkness.

nature’s lullaby
whispered to a fading day
dark wings awaken
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Anomaly don't enter contests like this
the style is a bit avant-garde,
I'm a bit of an oldie, preferring baroque
and finding this bona fide hard.
The cacophony of words dancing round in my head,
carte blanche to use this ten word list,
this is my third attempt, seems a bit deja-vu
but my dilettante side can't resist.
Not sure if I can do this write with elan
but hey-ho, ennui go.

For contest 'Ten words, ten lines2', sponsor Silent One
January 23rd 2018...

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Here in his baroque library just so
He ignored the cacophony below.
Did the ennui he felt show in his face
Or did the faux elan show in its place?
He thought of the dilettante he had met.
She from the avant-garde populous set. 
An anomaly that did not fit here -
He gave her his heart carte blanche without fear.
No deja vu came forth as in the past.
He smiled, could this be the love that would last?

1-15-18
For Silent One's contest Ten Words Ten Lines 2...

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She said concretize
and her vocabulary
Typified my desire
for words
amorously.
Then I came
across boondoggle
and thought
hell no, 
Not me
feed me every
word in your
dictionary
take me from
dilettante
to fait-accompli
Make me the greatest
of all time
if only in my mind
Her tongue
can use my mind
indiscriminately
to the point
of confessing
Ooo, I like that
and all manners
of Freudian slips
Her words
produce
bitten bottom lips
She is the ..it....

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The Poet dilettante, pretty words,
 —not much else

Your world falls apart, head buried,
  darkness felt

Shangi-la’s luxury, your dreams 
  can’t afford

 Rome’s pillars under siege, strong words
   must accord

Through hundreds of millenia what has been
  learned

“Freedom is won by blood when all cowardice
  spurned”

Unwilling to fight the enemies fire
  with fire

Your good intentions to burn,
  —your ashes bemired

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)...

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“Avant garde”, whispered some as he walks past,
Cacophony around, still he seemed lost!
Her face haunts his thoughts, an anomaly in the lot!
Touched by Hephaestus, an artisan bonafide,
Its deja vu, he Sculpts; In past she hides!
With unbearable ennui, he chisels away,
He’s no dilettante, art is his only “way”!
He brought back the baroque style from time,
Just so her grace and elan could be mimed!
To believe is hard, muse has carte blanche on sculptor’s heart!



20/01/2018...

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