Rodin’s, ‘The Thinker- Poet’
Auguste Rodin’s bronze-man sits,
(A muscled-body, nude to core) ,
In stooping posture, chin on fist,
Neck-flexed, a worried, smile-less face,
- Reflecting mind in thoughts, all deep.
The sculptor’s impeccable craft
Is evident in all details:
A haunting depth of vision cast,
Precisely –made contours and lines,
Revealing skill par excellence.
An example to art-lovers;
A master-piece that’s almost live;
A glorious work that’s immortal;
A metal fashioned so real-
Inviting crowds that never cease!
Who was the Thinker, Rodin made?
-Plato, Brando, Nietzsche or else?
Undeciphered, it yet remains;
A dejected, French lad’s effort,
That brought him luck in later times,
To build monuments of import.
The haunted mind of poor Rodin,
Thus resurrected sculpting art,
That almost dead lay, at that time,
Inspiring artists of new class,
That saw sculpturing techniques great.
Perhaps, the Thinker was Dante,
In front of Hell’s Gates pondering-
A naked man, upon a rock,
His mind engrossed in vivid dreams,
Creating poetry superb.
The Thinker was a Poet then!
A Poet’s mind must think a lot;
Imagining things those never seen;
A mind inspired from within,
Triggered by Nature’s glorious forms.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-18-2008
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Sonnet: the Master Poet
’Tis God who inspires in me fire!
He is the Master-Sculptor and Poet!
I play a melody with strings well-set;
God-kindled heart of mine becomes a lyre.
Every poet speaks to God in his mind,
In ways so strange that both can understand;
The Poet is a singer in his band;
To God’s tenets, his songs will always bind,
With time, he communicates very fast;
The Poet takes up every word of His;
And so the poems get very well cast;
As if God gave the poet’s mind- bliss.
To thee belongs my poems, O my Lord!
They are made great byThy divine accord.
3-3-2000
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Art is contemplation. It is the pleasure of the mind which searches into nature and which there divines the spirit of which Nature herself is animated.
quote by Auguste Rodin
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Art is contemplation. It is the pleasure of the mind which searches into nature and which there divines the spirit of which nature herself is animated.
quote by Auguste Rodin
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True artists are almost the only men who do their work for pleasure.
quote by Auguste Rodin
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A Poet Became His Own Poetry
A POET BECAME HIS OWN POETRY
A poet became his own poetry
And all he could be
Was lines and lines and lines
Inside and outside
Lines and more lines
Off- rhymes
Finding a phrase
A metaphor
Hearing listening
To sounds
His own mind made.
A poet became his own poetry
And went into the long sleep
Of being only what he wrote.
No one can know how
Reading these lines now
The poet and the poetry live
without themselves.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Journey Of A Poet
A journey begins with
A thought in our mind
Words are chosen and formed.
Lines of poem
Well Written with meanings
With words of emotions and expressions
A poet starts with
An inspiration of mind,
An aspiration in soul mind
With reflection
On our life experience
We start to
Compose some
Wonderful poetry
Expressing our innermost thoughts
With deep contemplation
To put them in poetry words
A journey begins when
A poet takes his imagination
To a place where
No one ever dream or imagine before.
A poet's journey ends by
Writing another lovely poem
And deep reflection
A poet remains
As a poet
When he or she
Continue to
Write and Share
lovely poems with the world.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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The thinker
THE THINKER.
JOE BLOGGS, YOU’VE RETIRED TO THAT PRIVATE PLACE
WHERE YOU CAN CONTEMPLATE THE PROBLEMS OF THE HUMAN RACE
OTHERS MAY CALL IT THE SMALLEST ROOM, WHERE SOMETIMES IT’S AS COLD AS STONE
BUT YOU DON’T MIND A BIT AS IT’S YOUR VERY OWN THRONE
YOU’LL SIT RELAXED WHILE YOUR MIND ATTEMPTS TO FIX THE WORLD AND BEYOND
MAYBE ONE DAY YOU’LL COUNT EVERY GRAIN OF SAND
YOU SOMETIMES COMPARE YOURSELF WITH AN FAMOUS HISTORICAL THINKER
BUT RIGHT NOW YOUR ONLY ACCOLADE WOULD SURELY BE AN UNWELCOMED STINKER.
BRIAN ROY SKYERS
07.09.2011.
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The Human Eye
God made the eye-
An extension of brain:
To see the beauty of all things,
He made.
God made the eye-
The mirror of the brain:
To show the mind’s beauty
Within.
God made the eye-
A camera:
To picture Nature’s lively snaps,
For man.
God made the eye-
A receiver:
To gather photic stimuli
For thought.
God made the eye-
Lovely:
To give expression to the face
Of man.
God made the eye-
For sight:
To perceive what the environs
Can give.
God made the eye-
For knowing world of good and bad:
To walk the roads in Heaven’s light,
On earth.
God made the eye-
For seeing light in dark alleys:
To look before one leaps in life
On earth.
God made the eye-
With two fine lids:
To prevent vice
From reaching mind.
God made the eye-
To see and feel:
The Omniscient Lord
Of creation.
God made the eye-
To know His love
And mercy great:
For man and beast.
God made the eye-
To see the light
Of Godliness
On earth’s terrain.
God made the eye-
To choose the road
That leads to Hell
Or to Heaven.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-22-2008
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When a little girl saw Rodin's Thinker
she got quite worried about it
asked so many questions
why does he keep his hand on his forehead
will he ever be able to remove it from there
how will he walk with that hand on the forehead
does he have a temperature
why has Rodin done this to him
who is Rodin when will he sculpt again
and what are they both thinking about
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Sonnet: What a Starry Night Tells!
The Bible says, ‘God calls each star by name! ’
And why some twinkle and some others fade?
The Maker only knows what for they came;
They obey Him from when, He had them made!
God’s love for lifeless objects seems so great;
His love for man is endless and much more;
That’s why for Adam, He made Eve as mate;
Man must take wife and not visit a whore!
Man’s knowledge is a naught in front of God,
Whose impeccable wisdom towers high;
God’s judgment fair is followed by just rod;
Except man’s soul, all things He made must die!
O glorious God, how splendid is Thy feat!
If only I could be dust near Thy feet!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-30-2008
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The Thinker Thinks
News a drag…
Pants that sag…
The thief in the nite…
Lovers quarrel that ends in a fight…
The Thinker Thinks…
That life is a pain…
All four seasons of nature…
Surely comes to past…
The bitter with the sweet…
The boastful with the meek…
The Thinker Thinks
Spirit led intentions guides your life…
Keeping joy, love, and smiles during strife…
(e.g.) Martin Luther king…
The Thinker Thinks…
Is life a pain…
That ends in death…or what…
Befell …us…
A conquest…
The Thinker Thinks
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Silvery Beauty Vavroovahana Patra
Innocent silvery beauty passes on the way;
Poet beholds the beauty of Beauty with gay.
The creation of Nature is alluring;
Innocent Beauty is dazzling.
Beautiful face allures passes by;
Allures lovers with gay.
Beauty is the creation of Almighty;
Beholding, poet derives gaiety.
Beauty tranquilises poet's mind on the way;
Poet derives profound peace with gay.
Curly crisp wavy long cloudy hairs entice the poet;
Mind remains in the world of peace with delight.
Innocent beautiful face allures the poet in evening;
Poet's mind is delighting.
With a little conversation mind is peaceful;
Her sweet talk is delightful.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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A Creative Dream!
Kaleidoscopic dreams are beautiful
As the architectural beauty here!
Beauty of Nature reflected in art
A wonderful dream it is to muse!
Nature, art and dreams are colourful
With the imagination enhancing scope
To see a wonderful creative process
Materializing into great master piece!
Dreaming in Nature mind of art finds
Wonderful pasture to enjoy unique joy
Leading the poet to compose poems
Artistic, natural and fantastic forever!
Mind full of artistic ideas engrossed
In Nature poets dream great wonders!
poem by Ramesh T A
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There are unknown forces in nature; when we give ourselves wholly to her, without reserve, she lends them to us; she shows us these forms, which our watching eyes do not see, which our intelligence does not understand or suspect.
quote by Auguste Rodin
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Sonnet: Women Defiled
My eyes retrace the contour of a dame:
‘My God, ’ “How beautiful the Eve You made! ”
I stop in wonder whence the beauty came;
I know not how to swim but only wade.
My mind then paints the colors of her flesh
That lies concealed by modest attire;
‘If only she be nude, ’ is my mind’s wish!
If I could play the lute and the lyre!
Her face alone is visible to me;
My sense of appreciation fills my heart;
But what about the damsels on TVs!
Revealing dresses play a major part.
Why is the human female exposed thus?
The pornography’s sins are eating us!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-19-2006
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To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature.
quote by Auguste Rodin
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Love With A Thinker
Shes a definite thinker
It dont take a genius to see
Theres something ticking behind those eyes
What does she think of me
She has the answer when I dont know what to ask
And always lets me know so innocently
But when she gets that certain look on her face
I wonder what will be left when shes finished with me
God help me, Im in love with a thinker
Save me, lips of a singer
Help me, feet of a dancer
Save me, Im in love with a thinker
Yes, shes a definite thinker
Sometimes she tries to hide it from me
But when she starts talking over my head
It makes me dizzy
Im just a cipher in the master plan
Thats what I get for working out of my league
And though she says that I have nothing to fear
I wonder what will be left when shes finished with me
I know Im just a fool to her
But will she turn me into a memory
I have to make up the difference somehow
Though she insists we have equality
But every time she gets that look on her face
I wonder what will be left when shes finished with me
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Infuse Life To Fly
The poet can take particle to the sky
And may infuse life in death to fly
Vicious verse will declare him a sly.
As long as there is glow in the sun
Poetry will keep the lives full of fun
Lovers of poetry exclaim “Well done! ”
Mind your words are lovely dark and deep
Welfare of the human beings do keep
Lofty thoughts of no use if sigh and weep
Mind over words as mirror of your thought
Vision, mission or poison have wrought
Let your readers never feel thoughts were bought
Vice or virtue boldly mark your verse
Metaphor or similes utter in terse
Grand style with cynicism is source of curse
Let not take the help of sacred poetry
To prove right injustice and bigotry
It is poet’s poetry to show gallantry
Who is in the world to protect poetry?
As we define it – is the voice of God
Time fears absence of essence calls it fraud.
Farce words, lewd thoughts seem shocking banality
Ribald passion eclipses its vitality
Need tempest to uproot urge of new gen with agility
Display your thoughts of a fragrant vase
That soothes the mind glare smile on the face
Such sorts of verve harbinger of grace.
poem by Shujaat Hussain
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The Purpose(Musing)
Woke up this morning
Decided I was gonna keep writing
I was gonna write more
Till my fingers hurt
And my soul bled on white pages
For I have been a lot
A daughter, a sister, a friend
A scientist, an artist, a thinker
But within the core of my being burns a fire
Though quenched severally
Its ashes like a phoenix re-ignites
I am a poet
Amidst all purposes, lies this purpose
Everyone's born to be one thing
Each may be different things to different people
But each is born to be one thing
So BE!
For the world needs you.
I earlier mentioned I was a thinker
I've written several great poems and articles in my head
They never made it to paper.
Remember this always:
An idea not coupled with action never gets any bigger than the brain cell it occupies
DO.
BE...
poem by Jenim Dibie
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The Precious Gift Of Poetry!
Yes, poetry's a wondrous gift, vivacious lines of verse
That help to give the heart a lift with rhythms to rehearse!
When spoken, it's a memory to bless the ears as well,
The incantations gently weave their very special spell!
Encapsulating captured words that fill the air above,
All circling high like tame young birds to help spin yarns of love!
At best, the rhythms carry you into the writer's realm
Where he directs them ever new, the captain at the helm!
Perhaps across calm seas that soothe the soul in need of rest...
Or stretching forth and thus improve with thoughts so full of zest!
Whatever words are brought to bear, mid this realm and the next,
The poet strives and thus takes care, creative muscles flexed!
Perhaps the midnight oil's burned, perhaps there's little strain
And yet the poet's rarely spurned when there's so much to gain!
Of all the blessings God bestows to aid us as 'Mankind',
It's poetry that overflows from mind to mind to mind!
If only we'd all try to write, we wouldn't waste the ink!
We'd be more noble, more polite, investing time to think!
We'd mull things over in our hearts, we'd take the time to see
One of the greatest of the arts is precious poetry!
poem by Denis Martindale
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