#michaelangelo - Hello Poetry

Twilight shadows gather in an empty park, to celebrate the close of day usher in the dark. They run around and chase each other whispers on the ground one last game of hide and seek before they can't be found They relish dusk until our star finally bows its head. Then in a rush the park's hush-hush til dawn gets out of bed

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Aug 9, 2018

Aug 9, 2018 at 6:37 AM UTC

A-NU_0LD_POET

Shadow Play

Twilight shadows gather in an empty park, to celebrate the close of day usher in the dark. They run around and chase each other whispers on the ground one last game of hide and seek before they can't be found They relish dusk until our star finally bows its head. Then in a rush the park's hush-hush til dawn gets out of bed

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Across the room I watch you from afar So much to see, so much to admire I can only gawk in awe: Shimmering softly beneath the party lights Delicate as fine porcelain, elegant just like a China doll Little Perky ! diminutive little button of a nose A sublime protuberance, with a wonderful angular symmetry; Like a beautiful ballerina in the centre of the face One lonely Cinderella, forever overlooked and unsung Neglected, passed over, the great unmentioned one; So still and so quiet, mysterious like a question mark - "Little Perky, don't you fret, I! Me! I'll be your poet though a poor poet I be I'll hold up your charms for the whole wide world to see, I'll be your dashing Prince too, if you let me". Finely chiselled, exquisitely sculpted Better than any Michaelangelo And I love the little wiggle; How silently you sit there and how patient, enduring all Stuck between the two drama Queens Eyes all painted up, that flit and dart Twinkling and fluttering outrageously like their a class apart, And a rouged up Mouth's sulky lips, burning rubber Busy gabbing away, running off like a wild piano; But then there's you Little Perky, simplicity itself Shy bulbous beauty, a throwback to childhoods innocent days: Like the others, you play the game You go along but it's not the same, See you sniff into your little hankie And know that beneath, you're probably not all that happy, You seem to say (to me at least) " I hoped for more, I dreamt - I dreamt of other things And other nights than these". I see you Little Perky, I see you all alone in your lonely prison cell I hear your sniffles, your silent sobs and sighs. When pinned in the corner and assailed from all sides My eyes, they secretly run to your quiet hill, that lonely mountain, Like Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights I'll wait for you Little One I'll wait for you there..... my Cathy (O! lovely wild and spirited Cathy) I'll wait for you through the wind, the rain and the snow I'll wait for you to come I'll wait for the real 'You' to show, Beyond all the bravado and the big bluster notes Beyond the crowds constraining looks I'll wait for you, my Love, We'll laugh again, and dance beneath the stars We'll live the dreams that once we had. Little Perky, sweet alarm bell of the soul, shiny little bugle that gleams Go on now, give it one more blow One huge giant elephantine blast That'll sweep them all away And leave only you and me here, alone at last Facing each other across this floor O! Little Perky, my Cinderella, my Cathy.......my Heart!

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May 1, 2018

May 1, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC

bardo

Little Perky nose

Across the room I watch you from afar So much to see, so much to admire I can only gawk in awe: Shimmering softly beneath the party lights Delicate as fine porcelain, elegant just like a China doll Little Perky ! diminutive little button of a nose A sublime protuberance, with a wonderful angular symmetry; Like a beautiful ballerina in the centre of the face One lonely Cinderella, forever overlooked and unsung Neglected, passed over, the great unmentioned one; So still and so quiet, mysterious like a question mark - "Little Perky, don't you fret, I! Me! I'll be your poet though a poor poet I be I'll hold up your charms for the whole wide world to see, I'll be your dashing Prince too, if you let me". Finely chiselled, exquisitely sculpted Better than any Michaelangelo And I love the little wiggle; How silently you sit there and how patient, enduring all Stuck between the two drama Queens Eyes all painted up, that flit and dart Twinkling and fluttering outrageously like their a class apart, And a rouged up Mouth's sulky lips, burning rubber Busy gabbing away, running off like a wild piano; But then there's you Little Perky, simplicity itself Shy bulbous beauty, a throwback to childhoods innocent days: Like the others, you play the game You go along but it's not the same, See you sniff into your little hankie And know that beneath, you're probably not all that happy, You seem to say (to me at least) " I hoped for more, I dreamt - I dreamt of other things And other nights than these". I see you Little Perky, I see you all alone in your lonely prison cell I hear your sniffles, your silent sobs and sighs. When pinned in the corner and assailed from all sides My eyes, they secretly run to your quiet hill, that lonely mountain, Like Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights I'll wait for you Little One I'll wait for you there..... my Cathy (O! lovely wild and spirited Cathy) I'll wait for you through the wind, the rain and the snow I'll wait for you to come I'll wait for the real 'You' to show, Beyond all the bravado and the big bluster notes Beyond the crowds constraining looks I'll wait for you, my Love, We'll laugh again, and dance beneath the stars We'll live the dreams that once we had. Little Perky, sweet alarm bell of the soul, shiny little bugle that gleams Go on now, give it one more blow One huge giant elephantine blast That'll sweep them all away And leave only you and me here, alone at last Facing each other across this floor O! Little Perky, my Cinderella, my Cathy.......my Heart!

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Divine Michaelangelo, a name the whole world knows. Dear genius of the arts a captor of young hearts. I hear the world has handed you roses and praises for what you drew, and no one knows more about your greatness no one else but you, but I love you. I love you... I'll give you my heart, Michaelangelo what will you make out of it? Could you create something splendid as you have done with David? And you did. A work of the great, chiseled a masterpiece, but I can't deny the pain. My love was yours but you didn't want it in exchange. You were blinded by pride's game. But when the universe asked for its prize and took away the great man's sight, you lost it all, and we watched you fall. But I helped you up, and stayed with you despite it all.

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May 18, 2017

May 18, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC

iacustodio

His Divine

Divine Michaelangelo, a name the whole world knows. Dear genius of the arts a captor of young hearts. I hear the world has handed you roses and praises for what you drew, and no one knows more about your greatness no one else but you, but I love you. I love you... I'll give you my heart, Michaelangelo what will you make out of it? Could you create something splendid as you have done with David? And you did. A work of the great, chiseled a masterpiece, but I can't deny the pain. My love was yours but you didn't want it in exchange. You were blinded by pride's game. But when the universe asked for its prize and took away the great man's sight, you lost it all, and we watched you fall. But I helped you up, and stayed with you despite it all.

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And what of the thick-thighed woman who held a dying god in her lap? History has silenced her grief to stone. But what of endurance as sharp as love? Do Zeus’s tears still stain her dress? Her atlas hands guide thorned crowns To rest, as the weight of heaven forsaken, collapses. Womb made machine; Reach out your hand and feel the crimson–– Hips that birthed the civilizations of the world, I worship the god called woman.

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Apr 30, 2016

Apr 30, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC

hannahi9

Ave Maria, Pieta

And what of the thick-thighed woman who held a dying god in her lap? History has silenced her grief to stone. But what of endurance as sharp as love? Do Zeus’s tears still stain her dress? Her atlas hands guide thorned crowns To rest, as the weight of heaven forsaken, collapses. Womb made machine; Reach out your hand and feel the crimson–– Hips that birthed the civilizations of the world, I worship the god called woman.

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