So exquisite Claude Monet
colour filled never gray
A nebulous impression
from each plein-air session
Arthritis afflicted H Matisse
but his art he did not cease
He switched to coloured cutouts
to give his reputation more clout
Abstract artist Mark Tobey
loved his calligraphy
White writing was a theme
in later years to come onstream
Jackson Pollock loved artistic drips
a form most of us can get-a-grip
Arrested moments one-by-one
careful don't let them run
Strasbourg's Hans (or Jean) Arp
with random art was quite sharp
Everything was made by chance
why not give his art a glance
Troubled soul Vincent van Gogh
yes,the one with the ear cut off
Painted sunflowers so yellow
was in fact a talented fellow
Categories:
tobey, art, word play,
Form: Clerihew
Diluted ink blots
splashed
in random
spontaneity
mingles with
in improvised
doodles
of white
writing
soak-stained
sponges
wet colour
in compulsive
spiked
abstractions
of looping
layers
from memory's
drawer
Diluted ink blots
splashed
in random
spontaneity
mingles with
in improvised
doodles
of white
writing
soak-stained
sponges
wet colour
in compulsive
spiked
abstractions
of looping
layers
from memory's
drawer
Categories:
tobey, art,
Form: Didactic
A teacher was Mark Tobey
& with things Chinese was quite free
UsingZen&white writing
squiggle s&loops became his art thing
Categories:
tobey, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
Second Period Ode
Michael, Jaydin, Jin, Ashley, Andre, Ametriyus, J’Maine, Amari, Beijae, Morgan, Dr. Corbin and Mrs. Tobey
O, backpack with your books and pencils and things,
You weigh a ton, but you are my wings.
You carry my stuff wherever I go
But sometimes I wish
That you could stay home.
You are the hump on my back,
Like a camel in the desert.
In reality you are my treasure.
You carry my dreams to the ocean of knowledge.
You’re my path to success,
My key to college.
You used to be shiny and new
but
now you are heavy and dirty too.
With duct tape and staples to keep you together
You are full of promises and hope
And I’ll keep you forever.
Categories:
tobey, age, school,
Form: Ode
Second Period Ode
Michael, Jaydin, Jin, Ashley, Andre, Ametriyus, J’Maine, Amari, Beijae, Morgan, Dr. Corbin and Mrs. Tobey
O, backpack with your books and pencils and things,
You weigh a ton, but you are my wings.
You carry my stuff wherever I go
But sometimes I wish
That you could stay home.
You are the hump on my back,
Like a camel in the desert.
In reality you are my treasure.
You carry my dreams to the ocean of knowledge.
You’re my path to success,
My key to college.
You used to be shiny and new
but
now you are heavy and dirty too.
With duct tape and staples to keep you together
You are full of promises and hope
And I’ll keep you forever.
Categories:
tobey, school,
Form: Ode