Short Peopled Poems
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BREUGEL
peopled
pictures
HOGARTH
satirical
scenes
KIRCHNERR
kitsch
crowds
TWINKU a double word distich with integral title
On Diego Rodriquez de Silva y please gaze
tp yo&me known now as Velasquez
See hispaintings of peopled space*
courtly ambition fills his face
*https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Las_Meninas
An endless dream,
Created by me during my life,
Full of peopled worlds,
And created yellows,
But if life was richness,
And forgetfulness emptiness,
What happens when we remember our worst nightmare?
Form:
Clear, sincere, friendier eyed.
Purer that, star-lit!
Which beauty of love, now dimmed.
Daily and nightly.
The world he once gazed up at.
Child, peopled for it.
All he feels since burns through him.
Hateful thus ugly.
Too near, peopled for you.
Too distant cannot be!
When my needs, a mind's at play
Unwind for sanity.
Guaranteed not to rip
Nor losing, leave no trace
With that, of hoisted thoughts, now found:
Clearer, calmer kite's space.
life is like
a long cartoon movie clip
not as well done as a Disney
and the universe
is peopled by poor imitations
of cartoon characters
not as monstrous sad or distressed
as the real cartoon characters on the screen
except for politicians
Could the words have come?
Could I have made whole worlds,
peopled with the good, the bad,
and all the happy and all the sad?
Could I have dared to eat a peach,
and boldly painted outside the lines?
What might I have made of my life if
I had only tried to fly without wings?
But life is always as it wills itself,
forever as it should be, as it must be.
seductive sensuous
enigmatic ambiguous
prolific &
precocious
breakfast pieces
peopled
in
detail
pin-sharp
accuracy
&
exquisite
expressive eyes
sublime
in close-ups
posed
yet all in the detail
intimate interiors
interwoven
with
riddles in paint
BRIDGES
There are those problematically structured:
Garth Brooks had burning bridges “one by one”,
London’s was always falling down, ruptured,
Paul Simon over troubled water would “lay him down”.
But there are also excellent bridges in no peril:
Like those of Madison County
Peopled tenderly by Eastwood Clint and Streep Meryl,
And those in Paris under which the bounty
Of Edith Piaf would make your dreams come true.
She, a left-brained leftist.
He, a pretend-monk of the Middle Way.
She aches North,
he rushes South.
The moments traffic clog and smush and crumble
into a jumble of hours...
The island, a respite, from the weary
us apart. We come together in our
middle place.
To forget erase
the dour the dint the dirt
of the peopled world.
We come together in our
middle place.
She from the Left,
he from the Middle,
and its all
Right.
Solitude, aloneness, quietude
Replenish the spirit
Calm the soul
Open mind's heart
Spilling light into darkness
A milky puddling across time
Gather the wildflowers
To your bosom
Join with kindred folk
Clasp hands
Listen to the echoes
What a mystery solitude
Peopled with so many voices
Swirling and eddying they
Reverberate and explode
Cracking open the quietude
Leaving each alone
In the midst of so much activity
KDK 2012, revised 2016
Listen to poem:
Into the groove of unthinking action,
file after file of manikins pack in --
beings above see the circular groove
peopled with puppets, all on the move.
Deeper yet they wear the groove down;
manikins' footfalls forever resound.
Of "outside", they now all think no more,
their eyes forever fixed on the floor.
Mechanical movement is all they can know;
movement defines all the life that they show.
The speeds of the dummies vary a bit
as they wear down the floor of the pit.