Biography Poems
Auguste Rodin
by Mario Odekerken
Stone waits
until touched.
He did not smooth
what the world called rough-
he listened
to the tremble beneath marble,
to muscles caught
between motion and pause.
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André Rieu,the waltzing king of Maastricht
by Mario Odekerken
From Maastricht's heart he lifted his bow,
turning cobblestones into a ballroom floor,
Viennese echoes wrapped in modern joy,
smiles traveling faster than the music itself,
a conductor inviting the world to dance.
With orchestra and open arms he stood,
making classical sound warm and near,
bringing elegance to crowded squares,
letting waltzes breathe with laughter and light,
......
If this is a man
by Josh Lyndon
A man who commited no crime,
Yet forced to do the hardest time.
They shaved his head,
Gave him straw for a bed.
There was something special they knew,
But he was a convicted jew.
The nazi's seeked to destroy,
Primo Levi the geniouse boy.
Sent to work in the cold all day.
Not a bad word would he say.
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Enrico Caruso 02
by Mario Odekerken
Voice carved from thunder,
Caruso stood alone,
a man who sang not just notes
but the weight of human longing.
Each breath held centuries,
each cry,a cathedral's echo.
He did not perform;
he revealed.
Christian Dior
by Mario Odekerken
He stitched silence
into the curve of a waist.
After the noise of war,
he answered
with softness-
petals falling
into the shape of a dress.
Lines returned
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Ode aan Cees Noteboom
by Mario Odekerken
Je liep de wereld niet rond,
je schreef haar open.
Tussen eilanden en herinneringen
legde jouw taal een bedding voor de tijd.
Reizen was bij jou geen afstand
maar een manier van kijken,
een dunne lijn tussen hier en elders,
tussen wat was en wat bleef fluisteren.
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André Rieu,the waltzing king of Maastricht
by Mario Odekerken
From Maastricht's heart he lifted his bow,
turning cobblestones into a ballroom floor,
Viennese echoes wrapped in modern joy,
smiles traveling faster than the music itself,
a conductor inviting the world to dance.
With orchestra and open arms he stood,
making classical sound warm and near,
bringing elegance to crowded squares,
letting waltzes breathe with laughter and light,
......
Vincent van Gogh
by Mario Odekerken
He painted as if feeling had no borders,
colour moving faster than thought.
The world twisted under his eyes,
becoming intensity insted of form.
Stars refused to rest in his nights,
fields leaned into the wind.
Loneliness followed every step,
yet beauty kept insisting on being seen.
Geisha
by Mario Odekerken
Silk whispers fall where lanterns gleam,
her eyes conceal a velvet dream.
A fan half-closed,her lips half-part,
each glance a blade,each sigh an art.
The sake's warmth,her laughter's lace,
red blossoms bloom on porcelain face.
Desire stirs beneath the night,
a fleeting touch,then lost to light.
Enrico Caruso 02
by Mario Odekerken
Voice carved from thunder,
Caruso stood alone,
a man who sang not just notes
but the weight of human longing.
Each breath held centuries,
each cry,a cathedral's echo.
He did not perform;
he revealed.
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Devan Delfano Sedasus (1 poems about Biography)
March 3, 2000 - Poem Land, Dream Land, and The Land of Unknown, Nothingness, and Blankness