Poetry and Artwork – George Onsy

 

 

 

TO EVE EVERYWHERE FROM ADAM OF ALL TIMES

George Onsy

It took You,
God
More than
Just one rib
To form
Her structure
So tender
So fancy
To let
My impossible
Dream
Step out of
The realm of
Fantasy.
It took you
More than
Just one rib
To answer
The yearning
Of my heart,
Modeling
This living piece
Of fine art.

Woman

Yes,
You did take
Just one rib,
Altering my whole
Anatomy
Promising to put
Instead
Pleasure
In the place
Of loneliness,
Of agony.
You took
That one rib,
Filling
Its gloomy void
With
Strawberry-red
Flame of
Fire
That when I just
Woke up
I found no name
But called it
“Desire”.
Thanks be to you
God
For in my life
She waves
Wondering
Between
The reality and
Myth
But without her,
My so-called life
Would always have
The taste of
Death.
O God,
God,
If you had not
Done
I would have
Taken out
My very heart
Out of the depth
Of my core,
Held it up, asking:
And this, Lord,
What is it for?

TO GOD FOR THE WOMAN

O God
Thank you for
The woman
In man’s life
She gives him
A reason
To be, to try, to strife.
She is your very touch
Through which
You would like
To love giving so much.
She is the melody
Of your guiding voice
Where dancing
Will be the only choice.
She is the colors
Spread by
Your shining sun
Filling the air with
Laughs, songs and fun.
She is the reflection of
Your smiling moon
On joyful rivers
Flowing soft.
Running fast
Until they dive into
The boundless ocean
To be one at last.

TO THE BLOOD

(In Memory of Violence Victims Everywhere)
O blood,
I wish you had
A sound
To crack the silence
Of conscience’s
Sleep profound
O blood,
I wish you had
No color
Reminding me
Of a flower
Once given
By a victim
To his lover
O blood,
Others’ or mine,
Stay on earth
To draw clear
A long-awaited
Red line.

THE SEA DEFENDING HIMSELF

(In Memory of the Little Child Found Dead on the Seashore) 
No, no, not me!!
It’s not me!
Who could do
Such a horrible thing
For whatever reason
It may be
It’s not me!
It is a creature,
Who calls himself
‘Human being’,
Who did it,
Didn’t he??
It’s not me!
Who made of myself
A refuge for desperate
Souls fleeing a graveyard
That’s once been
A dear homeland
Have you forgotten?!!
I’m not the harbor,
I’m the sea.
It’s not me
So, I’ve just
Thrown him up.
He never belongs here,
I’m only trying
To set him free.
It’s not me!
For if the deluge
Of innocent blood
Ever stains
My loyal blue
I would turn my water
Into tears to stay
Forever the sea
You wish to see.

YOU ARE LOVE – 8

On Divine Love
To God ….
You are love
And so often
In my distress
You surprise me
With tender breezes
That softly soothe
My complaining skin
Oh, such a bliss!
I wish to ask you:
Is that your whisper
Or your kiss?

India’s Wheel of Existence & Temple of Athena

(TO MY CREATURES – 3)
I was going to write a poem. But my words got bored. They revolted. They moved. They jumped up and down. They ran away from all circles of meanings, getting unbound … unfolded. Their letters got loose, expanding … stretching on the white horizons of my painting sheet to become long lines, entangled … interwoven by the heat of emotions until they form together shapes, figures and bodies

With my latest painting: ETERNORAMA 2 

George Onsy © Aug 2016 . 50 X 70 cm . Watercolors on cardboard

… These are my creatures …
O my sweet creatures!
You’ve come into being
By my lusting brush
As it’s been caressing
The very skin of
A passionately stretching
Painting board
I can see you
Trying to touch
Those legendary heroes
Carved on
The Temple of Athena’s
Frieze metopes
There, there
In my beloved
Immortal Greece
I can see you
Trying to move
My sacred Eternal India’s
Wheel of Existence
Round and round
Bringing to being
Yourselves and others
That are yet to exist.

YOU ARE LOVE– 2

You are love
And so it happened
That you formed me
Out of the bottomless
Abyss of nothingness
With your vision
Of a divine poet,
With your hands
Of an almighty sculptor,
With your fingers
Of a harpist
Of eternal melodies.
Oh, oh, how I love
The miracle of art
I’ve come to be!