Picture Poetry Contest (...continued...)

[Gilliatt Gurgle]

Shall I Compare Thee to a Pearl Earring?

Honey, let me be frank with you
and no, that’s not my name.
It’ll take more than a scarlet canopy
If you expect to fan my flame.

You gaze at me with longing eyes
and bulbous glistening schnoz
trapped here in this sepia world
behind carved knurled paws.

How could daddy Vermeer produce such extremes
from the loins of his brush?
I speak about your sister of course,
now there’s a pretty little Thrush.

With that pearl earring and blue scarf
she’s as cute as a button.
Her nose fits well and not so oily
Yours is a greased shank of mutton!

[Dark Muse]

Thank you everyong. This was quite a tough one.

Pendragon: I rather liked the concept of the artist as being paparazzi. An amusing poem which reelects some truth that in reality while our technology my change, in essence so much truly does ultimately remain the same.

Melanie: A beautifully written poem. I loved the way in which you incorporated the color imagery within. There are some wonderful and elegant lines here. I also particularly enjoyed the way in which we see this woman through these different phases of time.

Adolescent09: I really like the originality of this poem as well as the clever use of language. The first line was quite captivating and really drew me in to wanting to read more. This is quite a thought provoking piece.

prendrelemick: First of all much kudos for the classical language used. In addition to being quite skillful it added an extra charm to the poem. It told a fun, comical tale and rather reminded me of the Drinking Songs of which I tend to be a particular fan of.

cacian: Nice use of rhyme. I really like the portrait this poem paints. It creates its own picture with words. I particularly enjoyed the lines:

"in the music class
plays up a blast
at long last fast"

I really enjoy the image this conjures up. I also quite liked the ending of this poem.

Gilliatt Gurgle: This really made me feel quite sorry for the poor girl in the painting, but I did enjoy the cleverness of the poem ,as well as some of the sensual imagery. Amusing, and playful as well as skillfully written.

And the winner is........

YesNo: I really liked this one. It was simple, and to the point but it still managed to tell a story, and captured a certain mystery. I think it captures the image so well, as it does leave one wondering just what is she thinking about or what has she seen? There is something about the 2nd line that I find particularly charming and intriguing.

[YesNo]

Thank you, Dark Muse!

My daughter showed me a painting by Salvador Dali that she was writing a report on and I figured one of his paintings or art objects might be a nice topic. Here's an image of a couch with Mae West in the background. The couch is supposed to be shaped like her lips. (Robert Vos photo)

http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesi.../salvador-dali



Deadline: May 31st

[cacian]

Dark Muse thank you and congratulations to you YesNo nice piece indeed

[Adolescent09]

Congrats. Great as usual, YesNo. It goes without saying that I truly appreciate your work.

I'll whip up something on this art piece in a few days

[Adolescent09]

Whoops! Looks like I lied


The A.R.T(Audacity Rivals Tepidity) of Vision
Adol09

Deep in the meadows of a forgotten land
Two veins fed a creed in the heart of man
That beat with the birth of a bout with belief
Stoking the flames on a prairie of relief
Depression waged war, intent to ignore reason
Audacity retaliated, for fear was true treason
Thus, one built a fort on the quicksands of doubt
The other built a fort with the bricks of just clout
Each fought for a view with the figment of dreams
The tools of dissent fail to perish, it seems.

[Pendragon]

Mae in May

She always said "Come up and see me sometime!"
Her voice sultry and sexy, her lips inviting
She captured men with her eyelids
Her Siren call could make men tremble
Hot and Bothered were her loyal servants
Men melted like tallow candles before her perfumed breath
It was the lips that drew men first
And her lips were Dali's sofa of love
Where one could lie in her white soft arms
And vanish in a dream within a dream

(C) 5/9/2013
Pendragon

[prendrelemick]

The Lips of Mae


Lips
Lushly,
Plumped,
Puckerous,
Voluptuous,
Plumpalicious,
Voliplumptious,
Labialiciously,
Volulipness
Puckeriplump
Plumpavolupty,
Luxlylabialnes
Plumplylushe
lushalicious
Lippylabial
Lipolabia.
Bouche
Sofa.

[Dark Muse]

She With the Red Lips

Such plush red lips
which I could sink down into,
dreaming Gatsby dreams,
of days long past,
and things forever lost,
my glammer goddess
watches over me from behind
the big screen,
while she dances between
the shades of truth and lies,
French perfume fills the air,
and I recall the whiteness
of fingers holding long, long cigarettes.
we all lived to die, and died to live,
with no thoughts for far away tomorrows.

[cafolini]

Watch'm goats'n floowersoosoon
Theydereat toory daysies'an'moonit
Or'mjamp yarder braniacar
nstompyafoonish

[Adolescent09]

I said I had to itch and she said, "Stop stroking your stick. You're being too phallic"

[Adolescent09]

The Lips of Mae


Lips
Lushly,
Plumped,
Puckerous,
Voluptuous,
Plumpalicious,
Voliplumptious,
Labialiciously,
Volulipness
Puckeriplump
Plumpavolupty,
Luxlylabialnes
Plumplylushe
lushalicious
Lippylabial
Lipolabia.
Bouche
Sofa.

This was fantastic. I'm not sure if you intended this, but for me, the pictorial form can be viewed in three ways: with the lips mirroring the viewer; with the lips facing to the right at a 90º angle to the viewer; and as the tip of Cupid's arrow.

[prendrelemick]

Thanks.
Only the lip shape was intentional, the rest is coincidence. The words are supposed to make your lips pucker and smack as you say them

[Gilliatt Gurgle]

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Elegy to the West (A Dali With Ruby Lips)

The boys were lured west by Greeley’s refrain,
chasing the swaggered scent of her foxtail train.
Many a mate held fast to her inflated charms,
longing to press plush lips, caress porcelain arms.
Dali’s stage held sway to lovers flirtive sport
parried with double entendre, her sultry retort.
Suitors climb crimson peaks to kiss the western sky
and glimpse the Pre-Code sun as she closes her eye.
Receding beams yield to darkening vaudeville days.
Silver screen’s now tarnished by a surrealist craze.
Brightest stars are cast along Hollywood and Vine.
The magnitude of hers will never decline.

[Melanie]

A Salvador Dali Conversation

"Mae" I
have this seat?
under your
sultry wink?
On velvet sofa lips
of hot-seated attitude?
Your fans cooed
as prudes eschewed

We share a
commonality
your
unconventional
morality
and my
unconventional
art