Venus by Botticelli, Diadoumenos, Johann Sebastian Bach

Venus by Botticelli, Diadoumenos, Johann Sebastian Bach

Venus by Botticelli, Diadoumenos, Johann Sebastian Bach Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Perfection has its drawbacks.  It destroys Descendants in their hopes to make an art That breathes new beauty. ...

All Ways

                      All Ways Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The figure of the Real Man        Standing there,      Just a glimpse of him,–            And we are in love.  ~ Ikkyū   Two Years...

Poetry Competition and Demolition Derby

               Poetry Competition and Demolition Derby Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem        The only competition in the world Of poetry that matters is the fight Between the heart and mind.  If they are...

Amaranthine Beauty

        Amaranthine Beauty Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Eternal skin does not exist.  That’s wrong. Eternal beauty begs to be rehearsed, Again, again.  Eternal beauty, strong As death, as wide as...

New England Rock-bound Coast

    New England Rock-bound Coast Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  When something is quite beautiful but not Quite gorgeous, we are likely to forget It, swiping left or turning to some hot Alternative,...

Awe of the Heavenly Bodies

       Awe of the Heavenly Bodies Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The moon would kill to have a face the shape And beauty that yours shows, the smoothness, force, The splendor of your dazzle with escape...

Microbes’ Excretion in the Priests’ Hair

Microbes’ Excretion in the Priests’ Hair Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  I ask you, what’s the use of beauty if It’s undermined by nuns and monks at prayer, Their hands unknown to you that have a whiff...

Beauty is Truth, Truth Beauty

Beauty is Truth, Truth Beauty   Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “What Keats meant was that the further into beauty we go, the more we make it our own, the more our life is immersed in beauty, the...

Yearnings

                      Yearnings White clouds are lovelier or much more bright Than high blue domes.  The sky above them both, And clouds and Orthodox cathedral, write A trinity of beauty, God’s own oath. A prayer for monks to chant these three compete. A shape of...

Junge Männer

Junge Männer, a Sonnet Sequence on the photographs in Herbert List’s Junge Männer [Each sonnet is about at least one of the sonnets in List’s book.  Before the title of each sonnet is the number of the photograph the poem is about, as in (#1).  Often (or...

What Poetry Should Be and Never Be

What Poetry Should Be and Never Be Too many people think that poetry Should be like this one photo of a dusk. They think that poetry should only be Pink, lavender, and fuzzy clouds.  No musk Of malenesss, armpit smell, and not, not, not A waft of crotch sweat from a...

Gemmed Jeremiah Vituperating in Japan

Gemmed Jeremiah Vituperating in Japan The pheasant screeches on the village roof. The startled hamlet is transformed, not by The gorgeousness or by his squawk; the proof That transcendental beauty needs the cry Of ugliness to set a splendor far Apart is shown by this...

Tacit Beauty

                  Tacit Beauty Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Where mountains aren’t, the world is still the world. There may not be the white of peaks or harsh Escarpments, but the streams of spring...

White and White and Blue and Blue

White and White and Blue and Blue Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Some otherwhere the snow is lingering on The ground between the bark of oaks or pines, Perhaps beneath a peak awaiting dawn. Mount...

A Water Drop on a Peacock Feather

     A Water Drop on a Peacock Feather Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Esthetics lacking hair are bound to fade. They last less long than orange sunsets on A tropical horizon.  Such are swayed To...

Thine Own Self

            Thine Own Self This river takes a beam of light straight through Itself, right through it to its lowest part If clear enough.  The current is still true To water’s self.  The water does not start To break its molecule or try to be Some other element, say...

Wisteria

              Wisteria Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The problem with true beauty is that you Lose interest.  You can look at it so long But then your mind goes wandering from the view. The truest...

The Data of Beauty

            The Data of Beauty Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem I met Miss Universe when I was just A boy of seventeen.  I’ve never quite Recovered from that moment.  I was thrust By accident to grasp...

Escapism = Carnevale Claptrap

Escapism = Carnevale Claptrap Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Religion, fantasy, pornography And science fiction, even pink, pink verse Are merely magic.  Hearts’ geography Is what they master.  They...

Libation

                   Libation Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Solutrean bison – By Museo de Altamira y D. Rodríguez, CC BY-SA 3.0 I sprinkled my best wine with dust from tombs, Presuming that...

The Sonnet in Its Little Room

The Sonnet in Its Little Room The sonnet, much too like a tight cocoon, Encased inside its silk-like threads is far Too tiny and too strict but not immune To mystic grandeur.  It is not a czar Upon a dais seat raised up and vast Of gold, but more a derringer...

  Olé Picasso!

  Picasso! Don’t look at nature after art to slight The art.  The point of art is not to ape But thinking.  Artists target to incite, Not prettify, but cause the mind to gape. To criticize a painting for a lack Of slavishness to facts is silliness Akin to faulting...

Above, Beyond

              Above, Beyond The swan does not desire to leave his white On water.  Swimming on the surface he Turns neck and head towards his goal with slight Concern for beauty.  Serendipity Meanders on the surface.  Folded wings Are calmer than the flowing stream he...

Solemnity

                   Solemnity The swan reflects the water.  Water’s light Shines off the grace.  It moves like moon-drawn flow Up rivers.  Streaming feathers claim the white Of foam on ocean waves.  The feathers go Where God would go if he were mortal in A world devoid...

Bonsai:  Big is Not Better

Bonsai:  Big is Not Better Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem …… Who says that small is not as good as large? Would you prefer a splendid sailboat or The  heavy, hulking hull plate of a...

Sumptuous Fabric with Black Diamonds

Sumptuous Fabric with          Bl♦ck Di♦monds Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem A copper-breasted pheasant shifts from claw To claw up on the autumn branch.  The cold Of evening settles down upon him. ...

But Perhaps Keats Understood It at His Best

But Perhaps Keats Understood It at His Best Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “The Pure Present which so often aroused Goethe’s admiration in every product of the classical life and in sculpture...

Peony Piety

           Peony Piety Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A proper reverence for petals should Be kept, especially for pink and white Ones, peonies. Perhaps a veil-like hood Should be required for viewing...

Circumstantially Separated from Satori

Circumstantially Separated from Satori Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The blossoms hidden by the hedge in dark Of mid-May twilight still are seen from where I sit.  Their perfect pink is light,...

Gardener, Heal Thyself for the Sake of Devout Worship

Gardener, Heal Thyself for the Sake of Devout Worship Recovering from fever, he looks through His window.  Roses bloom in glory there But they are powerless to cure.  The view Should help at least, perhaps more than a prayer By priests to pagan goddesses of earth. Yet...

Red Peony Petals Fallen on a White Windowsill

Red Peony Petals Fallen on a White Windowsill The fallen red lies still as it is weak And strong.  The petals lie as still as prayer By Buddha in serenity.  A Greek Simplicity is called to mind.  An air Of Classicism rules the scene, restrained. Yet scarlet does not...

Milele in His Temple

       Milele in His Temple Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The Beijing cat, a silvery chevron on His head, between his ears, in fur as white As whitest peony, the chevron drawn As Chinese artists with...

Sheer Vanity

                 Sheer Vanity Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem It isn’t just a little happy face, This flower, though fat and happy this one is. Because of gorgeousness and grinning grace, It glories in...

Unfathomable in Meditation

Unfathomable in Meditation Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The peony made Him measure it with his fan, The daimyo’s fan. ~ Issa [A haiku expanded by Phillip Whidden] Some things are large.  Some things...

White Petals and Yellow Pollen

  White Petals and Yellow Pollen Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem This, then, the open face we wish that we Could see throughout the universe, the pure, The innocence are utter.  We would see These...

Exquisite Conflation

           Exquisite Conflation Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The peony, extravagant in red Vermilion pigment dug from underground, Is so extreme it is as if it bled, This flower, from hell and...

Dual Supplication against Death

Dual Supplication against Death The flower burns its whitest white but not Alone.  Beside it in the window glows A candle in the evening air so taut The flame burns on without a flicker.  Those Who know the truth can see that light is light In spirit even when the...

Virginal

               Virginal In dusk of night the moon begins to rise. Enough of it invades the garden with The light the peony desires.  The wise One there succumbs to Oriental myth And spreads white petals even further to Embrace the gift the heavens offer. White Adheres...

Vicars of Esthetics

          Vicars of Esthetics Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Triangular like God the flowers are shown Against a boring green of lawn.  Arrayed In righteous revelation now full blown Their holiness of...

No Divisions

              No Divisions Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem   Tokonama no Botan no yami ya     Hototogisu                ~ Shiki The darkness of the alcove    Where the peonies are;        A hototogisu...

Peace that Passeth Understanding

Peace that Passeth Understanding   Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem So no kuraki yo woshizuka naru botan kana   The garden is dark In the night, and quiet The peony. ~ Shirao The garden, dark with...

A Calm Antarctic in May

A Calm Antarctic in May Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The stillness matters.  Quietude prevails The way a frozen king upon a frost Throne reigns across a frozen ocean, sails Of icebergs also in his...

Peony and Fulfillment

Peony and Fulfillment Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem No man has ever done a thing as lush As this.  The stamens and the pistil of The peony rave out.  The yellows gush Among the petals like the...

Royalty and Commoners as One

Royalty and Commoners as One When peony perfection is upon Us, strong protection pulses out from them. Their petals send out messages.  The dawn Of something quite so beautiful as hem, And skirt, and petticoats of flowers such As these is matched by spirit signals...

Tulip Eclipse

                 Tulip Eclipse Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When peonies erupt, they look like bombs Of lava made of petals, pinks and whites, Hurled up in mid-May air, or more like psalms Performed...

Peony Piety

          Peony Piety Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A proper reverence for petals should Be kept, especially for pink and white Ones, peonies. Perhaps a veil-like hood Should be required for viewing...

 Bright Pastel Beatitude

       Bright Pastel Beatitude Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem As darkness deepens in between the hedge And me, the peonies grow dim but do Not disappear.  They hang just by the edge Of nothingness. ...

Circumstantially Separated from Satori

Circumstantially Separated from Satori Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The blossoms hidden by the hedge in dark Of mid-May twilight still are seen from where I sit.  Their perfect pink is light,...

Revelations

               Revelations Revelation 21:19 Your eyes arrived as if a sea of blue Is where they came up from, as if they rose From Caribbean waves.  If all love blue, Then all adore your look.  Your eyes expose In just one glance divinity the way That it would choose...

Plato Alludes to and Quotes from Homer 331 Times

Plato Alludes to and Quotes from Homer 331 Times Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A thinker who can’t think attempts to be Philosophy’s Big Name. He blames those who Write poetry since they lead...

Black and White

            Black and White He had black hair in hexing curls, so nth That they caused cursing in the heavens.  She Held up a fan, white, silk.  These caused a length Of mesmerizing love.  These colors, free Of him or her, would register as nought. Because of...

Watered Down Wine and Esthetics

Watered Down Wine and Esthetics “Gretchen Reydams-Shils (“Myth and Poetry in the Timaeus“) deals with Socrates’ puzzling remark that his description of an ideal state was like a painting.” ~ http://ndpr.nd.edu/news/plato-and-the-poets/ Socrates’...

Upon the Face of Agamemnon

Upon the Face of Agamemnon “and also he [King Priam of Troy] admires Agamemnon for his beauty” ~ Athenaeus, Deipnosophistae, XIII, 906 Forget that Helen for a moment.  Think Of gorgeous men.  The King of Troy could not Resist men’s beauty.  Helen caused a stink That...

Philopoiêtai, Poetry Lovers from Time Immemorial

Philopoiêtai, Poetry Lovers from Time Immemorial “Plato’s Symposium shows how Plato deploys dramatic irony to undermine the philopoiêtai’s use of poetry. Elizabeth Belfiore (“Poets and the Symposium”) argues that the dialogue’s first five symposiasts, in their poetic...

No Room for Unholiness not Cleansed

No Room for Unholiness not Cleansed “ ‘What would a man not give,’declares Plato in the Apology, ‘to engage in conversation with Orpheus and Musaeus and Hesiod and Homer?’  Can we do something of the sort?  If not to engage in conversation, then at least to glimpse...

Nietzsche vs. Plato

       Nietzsche vs. Plato Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Nietzsche said that Plato was “the greatest enemy of art Europe has yet produced.” This Plato spoke in imagery so far Removed from Heidegger...

Ancient Art

               Ancient Art Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “the ancients had  not that conception of beauty separated from goodness which forms the basis and aim of aesthetics in our time” ~ Leo...

Gin as Tonic

              Gin as Tonic It moves like hypnotism down the throat, Like fuzzy ecstasies that stroke the tongue Along their way.  A beauty soon begins to bloat The brain like sugared peace and mist among The nagging weights, those boring days, the nights Of brownish...

Utmost

            Utmost Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Perfections are perfection but just one Is perfect. This is it. Yes, even he Is stunned to musing by the thought that none, No other single truth,...

Haydn

                 Haydn Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A poem does not need to be about Emotions, yours or anyone’s. Instead A sonnet may avoid a tear or shout. Indeed the lines could be about your...

Silenced Pigments

  Silenced Pigments Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The shadows on a marble sculpture mean As much or more than its undarkened white. They have a message, vivid as that seen Upon the surface of a...

Unforgotten Love

     Unforgotten Love Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem If love were like best poems, it would last Forever, or as long as things that are not God Survive. But love is not quite perfect, vast, And...

Playalinda

                Playalinda The honey light of Florida I see In you, the orange-blossom nectar turned To amber. Frenzied buzz and frenzied bee Produce a beauty like your own. We yearned For it for decades. Now it comes in you. The gold of hair against the suntanned...

Remember, Remember Not

Remember, Remember Not Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Pause. Think of all the beauty lost in time, The beauties are hidden in the loss of days We never think of, beauties lost by crime, Like...

The Clearest, Flawless Sonnet

    The Clearest, Flawless Sonnet A sonnet made of silence set in lines Of comet-white intensity I want, The music of the spheres as heard in shrines Of Taj Mahal shaped characters, a font Of purest marble alphabets that shine Inside because of soundless Klieg light...

Distortions of the Lovely in Ancient Greece

Distortions of the Lovely in Ancient Greece The beautiful in ancient times could see Themselves less perfectly than we can view Ourselves.  A pond might give a good degree Of truth in its reflection, even blue Of eye and undistorted skin and shape, But other mirrors...

Plato Pooh-poohs Poets

Plato Pooh-poohs Poets, like Blaming a Leopard for not Being an Antelope Poor Plato misses, glaringly, the point, As eggheads often do.  Poets, he “thinks,” Are worse than useless.  That’s due to their joint Mistake of using mimesis (which stinks)...

     The Triune Potency

          The Triune Potency According to Penelope Murray, “Socrates . . . . says, ‘any story or poem . . . narrates things past, present or future’ ”.  ~ Plato on Poetry, 4 We want a poem that is full of now, And past, and future, full.  We want intense Severity of...

An Esthetic Rule for Life

An Esthetic Rule for Life A wasp just landed on my hand. It moved About a while and flew away. A breeze So tiny I could barely feel it proved The threat was gone. My feeling of unease Was just as short as those antennae. It Was perfect as a killing thing. That black...

Peonies, Agamemnon, and the Iliad

Peonies, Agamemnon, and the Iliad The peonies hold on in night-time dark. They fade and slacken to another kind Of loveliness.  They do not know the stark Fate bearing down on them.  Their pinks are blind, As blind as Homer in the palace of A king condemned by...

Volcanic Balance

          Volcanic Balance Cleanliness is what we need in the art, In music, and in poetry. The heats Of passion and the pulsing of the heart And other organs, lungs, are best when beats Become subdued by breezy parts of mind, The temperate regions. Coolness enters in...

Ancient Art

          Ancient Art “the ancients had not that conception of beauty separated from goodness which forms the basis and aim of aesthetics in our time” ~ Leo Tolstoy A moral pillar rises from the base Of ancient poetry and art. The stone Is hard and white. It helps...

The Poetic Kind of True

      The Poetic Kind of True “The stories begin in kinds of truth. As events recede in time, they grow not smaller but larger in language. The ancestor who fought locally becomes a hero in a battle which assumes the scale of the epic.” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First...

Critiquing Beauty

              Critiquing Beauty Your beauty reasons truer than the truth. It throbs a thoughtful feeling where a mere Veracity of judgement yields to youth And freshest irises.  Your pupils peer Past plain philosophy.  Where liquid lies On lenses, they give entrance...

Glory, not the Mundane

        Glory, not the Mundane Why let the facts invade the realm of beauty? The truth is not the point, or rather Truth Is sovereign.  It is the poet’s duty To cut through ugliness to regal youth And highest glories, not to serve glib facts. The loveliness of lively...

Troy in New Orleans, Manhattan, or London

Troy in New Orleans, Manhattan, or London So I found “Helen” sitting in a streetcar; the Dionysian revels of her court were transferred to a Metropolitan roof garden with a jazz orchestra;and the katharsis of the fall of Troy I saw approximated in the recent World...

The Lost One

                            The Lost One “Master Alfred de Musset says great artists … belong to space, to the universe, to anything infinite.”  ~ Mehmet Murat Ildan I could not give an outline of him, for how Could I begin, or end? A paradox Is all that could...

Easter Peonies

               Easter Peonies Pink peonies are dying.  Only those Most hidden in the shades from one near bush Hold on to sturdy hope, to lingering rose Determination not to wilt. These push With frilled resistance, blowse-like guimpes, against That insubstantial...

On the Right Hand of God, the Father Almighty

  On the Right Hand of God,         the Father Almighty The pheasant stalks the hoar-frost farmer’s field, But early morning’s backlighting shines strong, So blackest silhouette is this dawn’s yield. No.  Wait.  Pure ugliness does not belong To spring.  A moment...

A Hoodie in the Rare Books and Music Reading Room?

 A Hoodie in the Rare Books    and Music Reading Room? A cruel face.  Who’d think a blond moustache Could looks so fierce?  A snub or pug nose that Would look cute somewhere else cuts a gash There, sticking out like the snout of a bat Surrealistically hung, suspended...

Wonky Shoulder Christ

Wonky Shoulder Christ Perhaps the reason why the painting makes Christ’s shoulder look deformed is not because The artist, Rubens, wants to show God aches For human suffering he’s caused with flaws In his creation.  Why this wonky joint Was perpetrated on...

Abel, Niels Henrik

    Abel, Niels Henrik ……………………Wikipedia …..Wikd Could someone please propose equations for The beauty of a man?  They must include His hair (of course) and—if divinest Thor Resembled him in any way — warm hued...

Up Close and Pulchritude

                                                    Up Close and Pulchritude               Hercules Musei Capitolini, Wikipedia The way we view ourselves as humans lies In how we see our past.  Imagine then An ancient statue of a man.  His eyes Are white, white,...

Contemplation and Adoration

Contemplation and Adoration He seems contemplative, his shadowed face So meditative that his beauty turns Away from us.  He seems to fill more space Than marble ever could.  His presence burns Through thousands of male years.  The darkness all Around him is defeated. ...

Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord Beauty

Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord Beauty The ancient Greeks loved beauty, all its forms. Men prized the patterns that enquiring minds Discovered, loving it because it warms The brain and body, loving curved behinds Marble statue of the Three Graces Metropolitan Museum of Art,...

An Aesthetic Rule for Life

An Aesthetic Rule for Life A wasp just landed on my hand.  It moved About a while and flew away.  A breeze So tiny I could barely feel it proved The threat was gone.  My feeling of unease Was just as short as those antennae.  It Was perfect as a killing thing. That...