The Mona Lisa's Smile
What can I paint, what's in my mind,
I've joined this Club to fathom out Art.
Creating my own Masterpiece,
a vision that comes straight from the heart.
I‘ve loads of tubes with colours filled,
and brushes that can produce the style,
A canvas large enough to start,
to achieve the Mona Lisa's smile.
Sketching an outline could be great,
if some inspiration I expel.
I'll sit and contemplate a while,
something might suddenly ring a bell.
Others seem to be doing well,
they are all intent on mixing shades,
With fine honed skills their brushstrokes sweep,
and my pint-sized confidence just fades.
At coffee break I sauntered forth,
around the room to procure a peek,
At what others with clear aplomb,
had created with their own technique.
Oh goodness me! They've done real good,
and far, far better than I can do.
Hope their genius might just fly off,
and land on me, by sticking like glue.
To have a go is worth a try.
and although my Art may not fame bring.
Along may come my Masterpiece,
that then would be so self-fulfilling.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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~Painting Poetry~
Poetry in thought
words tumble
from my mind
onto the page and screen
like paint dripping
from sable silk brushes
creating new visions
of new realities
in the virtual space
of my Soul
painting a perfect picture
words drip down the canvas
in deep brilliant hues
of purples and reds
and vibrant blues
to soft indigo of
twinkling velvet starlight
yellow tones as warm as sunrize
and golden oranges
of fleeting sunsets
blanket the page and screen
as verse, lyric and rhyme converge
splattering from my tongue
giving form to my dreams
and shape to my fantasies
trailing across
the smooth texture
and terrain of
flesh and muscle
brushes whisper
across the canvas
dance across bodies
images of two entwined
captured boldly
in Nubian hues
of mahogany and mocha
limbs and torsos
move and connect
in a vision of words spoken
caught in the kinetic frenzy
of bodies joined
and poetry painted
across the canvas
of this night’s loving
a masterpiece to behold
for generations to come
culminating in the joining of
pen and brush
words and colors
page and canvas
poetry and paint
poem by Soulful One
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Valentine 2009
If I could paint a masterpiece
In portrait show my lady’s grace
As da Vinci in his finest hour
Attained in Mona Lisa’s face
If I could write a sonnet grand
In poem show my lady’s soul
That to the eyes of all who read
Rapturous tears would freely flow
If I could achieve these shining feats
Though great, sufficient would not be
To reveal the love that’s in my heart
Or impart my lady’s worth to me
I love you Babe
© C R Clark 2/09/2009
poem by C.R. Clark
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Mona Lisa
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa men have named you
You're so like the lady with the mystic smile
Is it only cause you're lonely they have blamed you
Or that Mona Lisa strangeness in your style
Do you smile to tempt a lover Mona Lisa
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart
Many dreams have been brought to your door step
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm? Are you real Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art
- Musical Interlude -
Do you smile to tempt a lover Mona Lisa
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart
Many dreams have been brought to your door step
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm? Are you real Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Mona Lisa
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 1 for 8 weeks in 1950
-words and music by jay livingston and ray evans
-academy award winner from the film captain carey, u.s.a starring alan ladd
Mona lisa, mona lisa, men have named you
Youre so like the lady with the mystic smile
Is it only cause youre lonely they have blamed you?
For that mona lisa strangeness in your smile?
Do you smile to tempt a lover, mona lisa?
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm, are you real, mona lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art?
Do you smile to tempt a lover, mona lisa?
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm, are you real, mona lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art?
Mona lisa, mona lisa
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Mona Lisa
(words & music by j. livingston - r. evans)
Mona lisa, mona lisa, man have named you
Youre so like the lady with the mystic smile
Is it only cause youre lonely man have blamed you
For that mona lisa strangeness in your smile
Do you smile to tempt a lover mona lisa
Or is it your way to hide a broken heart
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm, are you real mona lisa
Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art
La la la la......
For that mona lisa strangeness in your smile
Do you smile to tempt a lover mona lisa
Or is it your way to hide a broken heart
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm, are you real mona lisa
Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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To Our Father
We all can paint on a canvas,
Whether it be great or small.
What we do is a masterpiece,
To our Father who loves it all.
If we believe our work is not good,
Then our mind is going to the Fall.
But we can be changed,
Through our Father who loves us all.
That change cannot be done alone,
For help, to our Father we must all.
Trying to explain the truth is hard,
But not to our Father who knows it all.
We are all part of His canvas,
We may not see it, but we are very tall.
We are the greatest buried treasure
For our Father who gets us all.
poem by Stephanie Varnadore
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A statement about art & friendship
It is the friendship that she carries well
On summer day
In the writing workshop
She wins their hearts
When she is asked to read her poems
Or say, show her masterpiece
She merely smiles
Her friendship is her piece her only masterpiece
Her smile is her only word written on
Her face
And they all say it is enough
A smile can save the world
But I beg to disagree
A smile cannot save me
Last night i wrote a poem written
With my blood as ink on my face
The angst on my crumpled paper
And they ask me to read my poem
This afternoon when everyone
Is tired and irritated
My turn, I think, I decide to give them my smile
Like her friendship, my compromise
I get their approval and I think
It is her friendship that kills
Literature that suppressed art
It started with Mona Lisa, now it
Will always be, perhaps, the scream
Must die, popularity does not like it.
I know I have to cry alone
In my room and make my own kind of literature.
Someday the world may find it and love it
Sorrow is suppressed and happiness is fabricated
Friendship has always been politics
And art is hidden in compromises
Only to come out later and too late
The people will say, “we all love this one! ”
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When I Paint My Masterpiece
Oh, the streets of rome are filled with rubble,
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
You can almost think that youre seein double
On a cold, dark night on the spanish stairs.
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room,
Where Ive got me a date with botticellis niece.
She promised that shed be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece.
Oh, the hours Ive spent inside the coliseum,
Dodging lions and wastin time.
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see em,
Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb.
Train wheels runnin through the back of my memory,
When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese.
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece.
Sailin round the world in a dirty gondola.
Oh, to be back in the land of coca-cola!
I left rome and landed in brussels,
On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried.
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin muscles,
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside.
Newspapermen eating candy
Had to be held down by big police.
Someday, everything is gonna be diffrent
When I paint my masterpiece.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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When I Paint My Masterpiece
Oh, the streets of rome are filled with rubble,
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
You can almost think that youre seein double
On a cold dark night on the spanish stairs.
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room,
Where Ive got me a date with botticellis niece.
She promised that shed be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece.
Oh, the hours Ive spent inside the coliseum,
Dodging lions and wastin time.
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle,
I could hardly stand to see em,
Yes, it sure has been a long hard climb.
Train wheels runnin thru the back of my memory,
When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese.
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody,
When I paint my masterpiece.
Sailin round the world in a dirty gondola,
Oh, to be back in the land of coca-cola!
I left rome and landed in brussels,
On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried.
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin muscles,
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside.
Newspapermen eating candy
Had to be held down by big police.
Someday, everything is gonna be diffrent
When I paint my masterpiece.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Shades of Grey
The pencil
Swirls and twirls
Along an unknown path
She reveils
In the feeling
Of making a masterpiece
Lead covers her hands
A metallic gleam
A picture is forming
Shades of grey
Entwine on the canvas
Her art
Her emotions
All implied by her picture
A million words
Gone unwritten
But all are spoken
Through
Shades of grey
Swists and turns
Curves and waves
Each singular line forms
She is embedded
Into every stroke
On the canvas
The essence of
Her will remain
Even as she fades away
Her art will live on
poem by Autumn Winds
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Mona Lisa Frowns
No darkness, drabness or sadness; could ever depress or compress Mona Lisa's rainbow smile.
Because, Mona Lisa has the most expensive smile on planet earth and planet smile.
But now,
when Mona Lisa is been tickled from teeth to toe, her smile; gladly frowns, because of the bitter catastrophe the world is frowning and groaning through.
All though, she is protected in the most secured museum, to hide her away from being kidnapped by Sandy hurricane, or get consumed by the worlds tribulations.
And she is also been auctioned for over a hundred million dollars; just to make sure; that the rainbow smile remains on her Florence face, but her smile; still frowns.
Because she is constantly waiting for the day, the earth shall sue the heaven's to court; for striking down the unwanted fallen angel to earth, and causing unfriendly hurricanes and numerous deserters, to sip away her loved ones, that sweat; just to appreciate her mistic smile.
They polish so hard; to hide Mona Lisa; behind a fat smile, so as to put her fat frown to sleep.
But her frown still tip-toes on relay; whispering through the colours of her original breathing beauty.
Which sails in an emotion of muse; and dances around inspiration, love, hurt, power, temper, creativity, wealth, betrayal, lessons, and wisdom.
And even at midnight, when sight and light starts to shrink; this inks up her memories and mocks the regalia of her smile, with transcending frowning echoes.
poem by King Femi Oloidi
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The Lovely Lisa
The lovely Lisa has a smile
That brightens up my day.
Besides her beauty and her style,
Our Lisa loves to play.
To her, life seems to be a game
For every girl and boy.
Although we know life's not the same,
God's gifts we still enjoy.
The heart is where emotions rule...
The head is slow to change...
We can stay wise or play the fool
And some may think that strange...
But lovely Lisa loves to grin!
She's likes to take a chance!
When she decided to join in,
She learnt to sing and dance!
In youth, we learn new skills in time.
It's how we all progress.
Imagine skills that reach their prime
And grant you happiness!
The lovely Lisa now stands tall...
She's where she's meant to be...
To share her smile with one and all
Each day on bid tv!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Mona Lisa Who Carries Our Smile
why did mona lisa
become famous?
it's because she
smiles for us
a smile that has
come out
of our system
so real, so smooth
an innocent smile wrung
from all our heart's
leonardo, well leonardo
his colours carry our nerves
that pull the eventual smile
he has seized the moment
and portrayed what is in us in
the most eloquent fashion
so true to the heart
not a stroke from the
wrong side of our elation nerves
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Wet Paint Is A Potential Miracle Cure?
Paint that is wet. Whatever.
But how can I best paint
any surface without leaving
thick ugly brushstrokes?
How can I best protect
beautify a surface in
multiple clear colours?
The fastest cheapest
utilization of time
resources would be?
A traditional wet painting
surface treatment method
to swiftly spray on pigment.
In any chosen colour
in a water based
or solvent based paint.
Onto a metal or non-metal
surface component
part of practically any shape.
Any professional worth their prized salt
will achieve very desirable cosmetic
appearances by employing this technique.
Rejuvenating spent living spaces
restoring to an original condition
making vigorous dynamic settings.
An architect maestro distinction famed
might bestow smooth mirror like finishes
incorporating high cosmetic appearances.
Artistic twists to accommodate many colors
frequent color interactive changes complex
shapes in thin film rendered stylish make over.
A renovator of any ability would smart use
a lick of paint to cat like perfect transform
past drab into the fab with purloined speed.
A miracle makeover bestowing pure joy to blessed
customers paying appropriate low material costs.
It is good to be an honest worker doing an honest job.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My technique is laughable at times. I have developed a style of my own, I suppose, which creeps around [...] I don't have to have too much technique for it. I've developed the parts of my technique that are useful to me. I'll never be a very fast guitar player. I don't really know what to say about my style. There's always a melodic intent in there.
quote by David Gilmour
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Our Eyes
Our eyes
are limpid
drops of water.
In each drop exists
a tiny sign
of our genius
which has given life to cold iron.
Our eyes
are limpid
drops of water
merged absolutely in the Ocean
that you could hardly recognize
the drop in a block of ice
in a boiling pan.
The masterpiece of these eyes
the fulfillment of their genius
the living iron.
In these eyes
filled with limpid
pure tears
had failed to emerge
from the infinite Ocean
if the strength
had dispersed,
we could never have mated
the dynamo with the turbine,
never have moved
those steel mountains in water
easily
as if made of hollow wood.
The masterpiece of these eyes
the fulfillment of their genius
of our unified labour
the living iron.
Translated by Taner Baybars
poem by Nazim Hikmet
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Say Somethin'
I'm over here
Looking at you
You're over there
Watching me too
Both painting pictures of
Of how we'll kiss and hug
So what we gonna do?
(So what ya gonna do? What ya gonna do?)
Tell me why we're standing here
The moment's passion's all so clear
You've got my mind blown
And baby, I'm ready to go
But uhh
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me
(Let's make it)
Hot as you can stand it
Something like volcanic
You know it seems organic
Just like the stars and planets
Yeah, we are
So what you gonna do?
(So what ya gonna do? What ya gonna do?)
Tell me why we're still in here
There's nothing for us to fear
I could tell with my eyes closed
Now baby, I'm ready to go
But uhh
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me.
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me, baby
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me.
Snoop Dogg:
Everytime I fall though
Want me to speak on the word or two
It's the D-O-double-G
And I do it so lovingly
Diggin this track by the Neptunes
Babygirl, follow me to the west room
Now get buck wild
Shhh, don't make a sound
I'll take you, lay you down
Make your body go round and round
Do you want me to?
Don't say you won't
I know you do
Most girls play shy
It won't hurt until you give it a try
I know you like my smile
Dig my style, dig the bow-wow
But uhh
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me.
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me.
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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Say Something
I'm over here
Looking at you
You're over there
Watching me too
Both painting pictures of
Of how we'll kiss and hug
So what we gonna do
(So what ya gonna do? What ya gonna do)
Tell me why we're standing here
The moment's passion's all so clear
You've got my mind blown
And baby, I'm ready to go
But uh
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me
(Let's make it)
Hot as you can stand it
Something like volcanic
You know it seems organic
Just like the stars and planets
Yeah, we are
So what you gonna do
(So what ya gonna do? What ya gonna do)
Tell me why we're still in here
There's nothing for us to fear
I could tell with my eyes closed
Now baby, I'm ready to go
But uh
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me, baby
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me
[Snoop Dogg]
Everytime I fall though
Want me to speak on the word or two
It's the D-O-double-G
And I do it so lovingly
Diggin this track by the Neptunes
Babygirl, follow me to the west room
Now get buck wild
Shhh, don't make a sound
I'll take you, lay you down
Make your body go round and round
Do you want me to
Don't say you won't
I know you do
Most girls play shy
It won't hurt until you give it a try
I know you like my smile
Dig my style, dig the bow-wow
But uh
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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And Once You Will Learn..
As I mix a hundred colours to paint your picture,
My canvas shrinks in size
And cries it foul.
There you stand with a smile mysterious.
As I hold a brush with a thousand quills on it,
My right hand shivers
And calls it uncommon.
Someone stands by you a with a frown.
You think I wouldn’t draw your picture at all.
You feel it’s my indifference
And colossal lack of concern.
Your mind turns into an ocean of skepticism.
Still on my large frame of mind
Your portrait hangs for ever
And there I see your smiling face.
My love has ever been thus…
Once when you begin to learn things,
My canvas and right hand will wither away.
Then your portrait drawn in a thousand colours
Will be your last concern perhaps.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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A Mountain and A Squirrel
A mountain was saying this to a squirrel
'Commit suicide if you have self-respect
You are insignificant, still so arrogant, how strange!
You are neither wise, nor intelligent! not even shrewd!
It is strange when the insignificant pose as important!
When the stupid ones like you pose as intelligent!
You are no match in comparison with my splendor
Even the earth is low compared with my splendor
The grandeur of mine does not fall to your lot
The poor animal cannot equal the great mountain! '
On hearing this the squirrel said, 'Hold your tongue!
These are immature thoughts, expel them from your heart!
I do not care if I am not large like you!
You are not a pretty little thing like me
Everything shows the Omni-potence of God
Some large, some small, is the wisdom of God
He has created you large in the world
And He has taught me climbing large trees
You are unable to walk a single step
Only large size! What other greatness have you?
If you are large show me some of the skills I have
Show me how you break this beetle nut as I can
Nothing is useless in this world
Nothing is bad in God's creation
poem by Allama Muhammad Iqbal
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