Short Lisa Poems
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If there is an intriguing smile!
Why unravel a mystery
that can disfigure pure beauty?
I went to lunch with Lisa
We shared a pizza
And had a glass of wine
It wasn't fair she had her share
Then also ate half of Mine!
Flawless, open, clean,
Beauty the heart only sees.
Breathtaking design,
Born to delight all viewers,
Painted with such gifted hands,
HANDS
ambidexterous, mine and yours, yet clasping each other
in prayer for poets - and Elizabeth or Lisa - best for sister, mother
For centuries, she would be beguile
the whole world with her famous smile,
but I couldn't make her grin (or laugh) -
well, only just a half.
Mona Lisa in her gallery
turns her ever lovin' smile on me.
Subliminally, I
hear, "I will keep me eye
on you, boy; come see me next century."
Humble Olive Eloisa
Went one day to work in Pisa
She posed for awhile
Behind flashy smile
She stood in for Mona Lisa.
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In Florence lived a lass ,Lisa del Giocondo
with a smile all the world came to know.
So patiently did she pose,
So sad her smile just comes and goes.
Beautiful lady with a secretive smile
Mysterious eyes darkly framed
Many an artist amazed by this style
Her beauty rare and unclaimed
No cold and lonely work of art
This is the story of Lisa & Herb
A young loving pair who lived in the burbs
Fresh cod she did cook
Forgot to take out the hook
Pierced at the lip he said it's superb
The lady with the enigmatic smile
Mona Lisa everyone knows and admires
Will she or won't she
Leonardo's eternal tease
Still, Mona Lisa survives and inspires
The girl without a mask
her beuty untamed
wonder what shes thinking
look into her soul
its empty
she is non existant
she is just a portrait
of a child striped of her innocence
more than a Renaissance man, polymath personified
no boundaries, no demarcations - holistic view of arts and sciences
artist, musician, cartographer, engineer, anatomist and more
The last thing
you should ever want
is for a poet
to re-edit your verse
Better a robot
still better an ape
if your words to survive
— and disperse
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
Scarlet roses by her bed
Blood red petals dropping dead
Velvet tears that fall to floor
Darkening shadow near the door
Change the sheets
And sweep the floor
Death has taken Lisa Moore
If she does not look pretty you can forget your pay
Leonardo watched the patron keenly that day
She had better not look corpulent, make her look thin.
da Vinci knew now what a pickle he was in.
She did not ire against the fading light
The mystery of death did not perplex
But comforted her enervated soul
As she acquiesced to fate
Her last words extolled the joys of life
And love
And the sunset
That her smile's famous is simply dumb luck
So what if the art world is by it struck --
Washington's smile's just the same
His powdered wig's like a dame's --
And at least George's picture's worth a buck
She sits composed
smiles a simple smile
and has us all intrigued
She mesmerizes
sees right through us
haunts us with her glance
There is no other portrait
quite so uniquely captivating
as Leonardo's Mona Lisa
AP" 1st place 2025
Lisa
we've been together sense
we were ten
some say our love would
never last
we are older and stronger
then ever
everyday seems like
the first day i meet you
each night before you
go home i hug and kiss
you so tight
because being with you
fills so right
See the
Mona Lisa,
now
reverse the
flow.
Her
image
fading away.
In flows
through the
brush then
straight
to the arm,
past neural
pathways,
beaming
back to the
brain.
Chemicals
flow,
electricity sparks.
Poof, there she
goes
back to
infinity.
Wistfully I sit,demure &pale
sorrow etched upon my brow.
Will my tomorrows echo
the sadness of my now...
Will the world come
to know my tale?
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Who steampunked up the Mona Lisa?
I did not know but I thought Michelangelo would have laughed.
One of those big open-mouthed gaping teeth laughs
Where milk comes shooting out of your nose.
That’s how it struck me.
Of course, I have never been fond of her.
She is too stuck up for me.
I
I said, I am here to talk
Could not talk my walk
Or is it, Walk the Walk?
Reason is The Soup Mail
As opposed to Google Mail
Did fail, and fail, and fail
But LORD will heal, avail
His grace more than I, Anil,
So friend, If I or technology did fail
The Savior's Love you must avail
P erfectly composed is she
O bject of the artist's eye
R eginal serenity
T ransfixing every passer-by
R iddle of her mesmeric stare
A ges long has mystified
I taly's Madonna fair
T hrough thick glass immortalized.
11/08/18
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