Vincent Van Gogh
As innocent as Vincent was, the world had its effect,
Yet he survived so long because his soul chose to reflect.
For Nature called him to the field where wheat was known to swirl
And Vincent saw great truths revealed in every twist and curl.
As diligent as Vincent dreamed his vivid dreams each night,
He couldn't match the sun that streamed vivacious golden light,
Nor could he match the stars that shone their silver diamond specks,
Until the dawn with darkness gone, when stars go on their treks.
As patiently as Vincent cared, his heart as good as gold,
So rarely were his paintings shared, esteemed, cherished or sold,
Yet he was loath to quit his craft, that stirred his very soul.
He felt the scorn when others laughed, yet yearned to keep control.
As preciously as Vincent's art was hailed beyond his death,
How sad each artist has to be part and breathe his final breath.
How sad to suffer poverty, an outcast, nothing more.
Yet beauty is his legacy, no artist can ignore.
Take note, therefore, of Vincent's life, his tragic treasure trove.
The fiercest fight against his strife, how valiantly he strove.
Each artist has his Everest, the cold, cool ice to climb,
Yet Vincent leaves each heart impressed and that is quite sublime...
Denis Martindale, copyright December 2010.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Upon Gazing At The Cut Sunflowers Of Vincent Van Gogh
upon seeing the cut sunflowers of vincent van gogh
i cannot but think about the tragic moment when
he cut his ear, when blood oozed
when at the end, finally he took his life away,
this thing happens when one knows much about
the life of another
this familiarity that breeds contempt,
and so gazing again at the painting of vincent,
i start with real sunflowers in my mind, the one that mother
planted in her garden when she was alive,
i think of the sun and the sunshine touching my face
i think about warmth and life and oozing verve
the vivacity of all things around my little world,
the field of sunflowers and the bees and the butterflies
and birds
i pretend i have not read about the life of vincent
i pretend i have not heard about the stories of mother
i just gaze again at the cut sunflowers. just that.
now there is joy in my heart. The suicide story does not exist
in the bold yellow petals, on those three huge sunflowers
look at them again, they are the symbols of our smiles.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Will You Get Outta Here Tryin' to 'Spook' Somebody
Here...
Take this.
It will feed you!
'LOL...
Look, Mac
The joke is on you.
If you don't give us what we want,
Millions will suffer.'
This has usages you will not believe.
'Seriously,
What do you want?
Some change or something.
I think I've got a dollar.
You want it so you can leave me alone! ? '
This bone is so magical,
It will make you belive it's meat.
Thick and juicy when that need begins to creep.
'Here...
Take this two dollars and split.
With that 'wannabee' Edgar Allan Poe' skit!
You don't know how funny you is, du ya?
LOL...
I hope ya'll ain't out here in numbers! '
Perhaps!
And your number just came in.
Put this in water and let it boil hot!
Grab that pot before it cools.
And dropp some salt and pepper,
Ifyagotit in that pot.
And spices and herbs.
Add a vegetable or two.
You'll be amazed what the mind...
In your future can do!
If you let it!
'Man, don't step no closer,
Or I'll have to 'pop' ya!
I don't know who sent you here,
On an aggravation mission.
But I will be fine.
My employer has informed me!
And all of us here today...
Our loyalty and devotion
Will always keep us in good standing!
He has ensure our rights are upheld.
Along with our investments.'
Here. Here...
I am proud you are filled with pride.
However,
Keeping one's dignity is not for the upcoming scenes.
That movie is no longer in play mode!
Think of it,
Think of it as a gift!
A gift towards 'strengthening' your investments.
Also...
Think of it as a tool.
Or a weapon to diffuse confusion.
You'll find it has many usages.
Keep it!
It's yours to do as you wish.
Or...
Wish you had it if you dismiss it!
'Man,
Will you get outta here tryin' to 'spook' somebody,
Dayum! '
And that's a very weak 'Vincent Price' imitation! '
Vincent Price?
You remember Vincent Price?
Then you 'should' have 'some' insight!
If you remember...
Vincent Price!
Vincent Price?
Vincent Price?
You can remember 'thee' Vincent Price?
Then you 'should' have 'some' insight!
If you can remember 'thee' Vincent Price....
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaah.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Comparative Insight Artistic
filed capitalism's dossier
cool cash sought
equates to art defiled
unless deified...
art as struggling artist
Vincent van Gogh
insane life rejection
teeming life prolific vision
art as financial investment
Vincent van Gogh
insane life rejection
teeming life resurrection
is framed a still life
millions paid today
for a never not once
in life sold painting
Capitalism values art best
as dead works eagerly sought
from lightning stroke hand
of classical dead master
Art as investment
art valued as original
what worth a copy?
what worth living artist?
Retrospect is
is not defined value
for the market
for the masses
To echo appreciation
to echo values
what appreciation
of lessons learned?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Killing Them Softly
Brad Pitt, Scoot McNairy, Ben Mendelsohn, James Gandolfini, Vincent Curatola, Vincent Curatola, Richard Jenkins, Ray Liotta, Trevor Long, Max Casella, Sam Shepard
by Andrew Dominik from Killing Them Softly (2012)
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An artist needn't be a clergyman or a churchwarden, but he certainly must have a warm heart for his fellow men.
quote by Vincent Van Gogh
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Vincent River
Vincent River
God made you
So that we could swim inside you
In the summer
But not in the winter
Because inthe winter you are frozen with snow
But in the winter we can play hockey inside you
Vincent River
In the winter you are peaceful
But in the summer you are very noisy
Because all the boats come across you
Vincent river
There are so many fish inside of you
That we can fish in the summer
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Vincent Van Gogh
when Vincent
cut off his ear and
gave it to the
prostitute
he was not
at all selfish
and stupid
he was kind enough
to leave the other
ear
attached
he's still one great
artist....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Angel of Darkness
An Angel with Broken Wings,
Torn by the Demons that have risen
from the Everlasting Darkness below.
Falling further into Hell,
Forgotten and Abandoned by all
of the Angels that he Trusted.
Finally realizing the Painful Truth
No One has ever Cared for him,
His Trust has been Betrayed.
Two options are left for this Condemned Angel.
Accept his Demise and die an Angel of Light
or Fight and become an Angel of Darkness
He chose to become the Angel of Darkness
after replacing his White Angel Wings,
with the Dark Black Wings of a Demon.
Now he has Vowed to Kill all of the Angels
that have Decieved him with False Feelings,
and those who have Plotted Against him.
With this newfound Reason to Live
his Life now has Meaning,
As an Angel among Demons.
This Angel is finally where he Belongs.
Living with the Demons in the Dark Abyss
after being Accepted and becoming their Leader.
Vincent Toll
poem by Vincent Toll
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Bad, Wicked World
Bad, wicked world
Bad, wicked world
They are about dressed to deceive
Conquistadores that have been sent
Bad, wicked world
Bad, wicked world
Some sell him out, some wont believe
An architect named david vincent
A man too long without sleep
He took a wrong turn and people just laughed
A ship that is not there
But he knows that it was
It made a light and a buzz
Hes really hurt because
People dont care
People think hes a creep
He will not stop, he keeps on talking
Just a tie and a suit
Hes a lonely persuader
Fist-throwing crusader
Against invaders
Wont be mute
Bad, wicked world
Bad, wicked world
Some sell him out, some wont believe
An architect named david vincent
Bad, wicked world
Bad, wicked world
They are about dressed to deceive
Conquistadores that have been sent
About once a week
Another story has leakes and hes on it
Just a suit and a tie
Will it ever end?
He hasnt got a friend
Pinkies that wont bend
He really must try
Bad, wicked world
Bad, wicked world
Some sell him out, some wont believe
An architect named david vincent
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I hope my fans remember my name is Gene Vincent and not Gene Autry.
quote by Gene Vincent
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Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul.
quote by Vincent Van Gogh
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Lust for Perfection! ! ! ! ! !
Enraptured by the mystic starry sky
Vincent so desperately wanted to try,
To paint this enchanting twilight scene,
But how, Colours in that light couldn’t be seen.
He longed to paint on the spot at night,
What he saw, as he saw without artificial light.
‘Night is more richly coloured than day
Putting little white dots on a black surface, no way'
Struck by brilliance of stars on closer attention
And his zest and lust and passion for perfection,
A legend goes in rural areas of south of France,
He put candles in the felt hat to capture and paint.
Thus the locals gave him a name, illumine
French word meaning lit up and delusive.
Couldn’t care less, night to be painted on the spot
Settled for a gas jet after pondering a lot
The painting depicts a religious motif of youth.
To assuage his thirst for the Absolute
‘I just paint nature as it seems to me, complete
All we have to do is unravel the mystery…’
A tribute to Vincent Van Gogh, Impressionist painter, best known for Sun Flowers.
Starry Night is a fascinating work, as is his passion.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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A Brush With Genius
Before the brush was in his hand,
The artist said a prayer!
For all his friends across the land
With whom he planned to share...
Lions, tigers and bears, oh, my!
The artist sketched them all,
So expertly, for by and by,
Each one would grace his wall...
Each canvas like a photograph,
A treasure to behold,
As if that wasn't quite enough,
Each one was framed in gold...
Each masterpiece was well received
And prints were sold worldwide,
As tributes to what he'd achieved,
Of which he should take pride...
And yet here was a humble man,
Self-taught and yet what skill,
Yet when we do the best we can,
There's bound to be a thrill...
Release your hidden genius
And God will bless you, too!
Like Stephen Gayford can bless us
With paintings old and new...
Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent paintings by
artist Stephen Gayford of gayfordgallery-dot-com
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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Vincent
Starry, starry night:
Paint your palette blue and gray.
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills.
Sketch the trees and the daffodils;
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now i understand
What you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen; they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night:
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze;
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue:
Morning fields of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now i understand
What you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen; they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you
But still, your love was true.
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do.
But i could've told you, vincent:
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night:
Portraits hung in empty halls:
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget;
Like the strangers that you've met:
The ragged men in ragged clothes.
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now i think i know
What you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen; they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will.
song performed by by Don McLean
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For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.
quote by Vincent Van Gogh
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I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.
quote by Vincent Van Gogh
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My Memory Of You
My Memory of You…
I can remember the first time we met, the way
Your smile just lit up my day
I can remember how you kept helping me up
When I was down
I remember everything about you,
Your hair, your eyes, and that smile
I can remember your piercing blue eyes…
That make me weak
I remember our first kiss, and the way
You were so nervous
I can remember how shy you
Used to be
I don’t have to remember how much I loved you
Because I still can’t live without you
I remember all the pain, hurt, and fear
You put in my heart and my head
I remember how much I wanted to embrace you in my
Arms and not let any thing hurt you
I somehow can remember all of this… but
I can’t remember why… why you tried
To take your life
I remember how scared I was that you
Would actually do it this time
I remember all those things
I remember you
This poem was written by
Racheal Vincent
poem by Ray Racheal Vincent
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Demons Dance
Turn up the radio; there's a pain to flush
Beat is power; a dance is its punch.
Even demons dance! ! !
Animals feed; man eats
You aren't who you are; without your feelings!
The art of dance is the course of sounds.
Anger blows out the lamp of the mind
Kill the pain; free the mind
There's comfort in a relax mind
Prevention of dance
Is a precipitation of death
Then; the demons shall dance.
(C) 2012 The-True-Poesy
written by: Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
poem by Onyekachukwu Vincent Onyeche
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I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.
quote by Vincent Van Gogh
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Mariposa
Butterflies are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.
All the things we ever knew
Will be ashes in that hour,
Mark the transient butterfly,
How he hangs upon the flower.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Suffer me to cherish you
Till the dawn is in the sky.
Whether I be false or true,
Death comes in a day or two.
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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