"elucidated" poems
awakening with the gradual rise
of the subdued heather hued sun
a palpable spectral silence permeated the air
the anticipation of celebration intercepted
by an enveloping phantom black malaise
hiding in obscure shadows
the terror of the twin towers final doom
elucidated quivers of melancholic nuances
rippling through the greying vicinity
my birthday september 11th a tuesday
my night to sing at abravanel hall
with the utah symphony
unable to serenade death
our voices remained indubitably silenced
in hushed wistful reverence
ensuing 9/11s channel somber sentiments
cloaked with annihilation while
dark visions occupy smudged iphone screens
this anniversary i will dissipate despair
transmuting dark despondency
splashing all with lucent petals of delight
i’ll live this day with passionate intensity
and those subsequent with equal ardor
ferociously painting back the light
i will raise my voice with effervescence
and sing in wild abandon
for my precious brothers that were lost
demonstrating devotion through a refusal
to be silenced by fear bestowing honor
with a conspicuous message that love wins
©2016janetaylor
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
suddenly I'm able to see
everything. too much.
its all there. right
in front of me
everything is
elucidated
I just wish someone would
come back, and fog up these windows
I use for eyes and maybe
put back some of that
sweet mystery
into the world
I wish I was back in that
candy shop. When my only worriers
were the cavities that Dr. Patanaud
would discover
hiding in the dark crevices of
my mouth
But now, along with those cavities
in the deep and infinite caves
of my whole are secrets
that hurt more than cavities
that I wish my dentist could
fill. but he cannot
and so now, here
I am. with a
sore mouth. and sore
eyes. and sore
ears. sitting at the only
lit table in a romantically dark
room
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
The cheerleader,
Hearts goes to the highest bidder,
An encapsulation of beauty,
She has the license of beauty,
She elucidated my vague and indistinct dreams,
Her voice is mellifluous in my dreams.
Cheerleader is unaccustomed to mundane.
Her admiration full of gains,
Bloomleader is unprofane damsel,
She is immaculate even in tunnels.
Cheerleader is like an epiphany,
Enternity with her? Not still many,
The charm in her face us very potent,
My reasons are arrantly cogent,
Her presence chastise dolor,
Laughter with charismatic colour,
And as the emotion creeps on me,
Making me a sycophants to her knee,
The Cheerleader,
Her love is not a treacherous swine,
Her lips is exquisite than any wine,
Though is infatuation sound very lame,
My heart adores her with fame,
A pragmatic way to study her frangipani face,
I want to be the first in this race,
The cheerleader,
She with crystal teeth
And blue eye *****
I see her climbing on walls,
Auspicious love without any wit,
I realize I was only in a dream.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC
laying in bed with ephemeral kate:
her hands are
brazen, fingernails clenching upon
my hips beneath the sheets,
her grip barely elucidated beneath
buttercream bedsheets.
her pale pink *******
cast aside hours ago,
and now the sun slants
westward upon her bedroom walls.
I laid waste to her skin,
ravaging her with lips and tongue and teeth,
and I am
sated, if only for the moment,
scent of her skin upon my tongue and
her ****** a badge of honor upon my mouth.
her bedsheets are ruins,
UNESCO World Heritage Site
waiting to be uncovered and reclaimed;
if it wasn't oh so lovely,
laying languorous limbs
asprawl, your stomach pulsing beneath
my thigh, her chest
rising and falling, rising and falling,
beneath my head; I always boasted I was
cutest when sleepy, and she always
murmured assent with a halfsmile;
that ******* halfsmile, playing
around the corners of her
endlessly kissable mouth,
lips glistening with a mix of
lipgloss and ***
the sun dips down towards the horizon,
a girl hurrying homeward a minute after curfew;
her nails traverse upwards,
scouring my spine; my mouth is
pressed against her neck, tentative
words and laps embossed upon
the hollow of her throat.
she laughs, she sighs,
endlessly inimitable kate.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
*
***the love,
manifests in many form,
reflects in many small things,
one expresses in many ways,
the love,
with age, it's matured
with passing time, it's assured
with experience, it's endured
the love is, often
meant differetly
elucidated clearly
stablised gradually
the love, lies
in a companion
in a friend
in a partner
the love is, when with someone
you can share
you can dare to bare
you can expect to care
the love is, when...
you find happiness
you express
nothing you repress
the love is, when...
together with the ally
you wish to fly
beyond the sky
but you
value the boundary
respect their territory
follow the norms obligatory
the love is, when
you check your emotions'
unnecessary escalations
viewing the situations
the love is, when you're there
in their ups and downs
nights and dawns
smiles and frowns
the love is, when one says
"i love you"
"God bless you"
"Be you"***
*
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 12:03 AM UTC
Watching the archetypal parable filler sealing his fate with a seed,
and see the walls of the story blossoming off to the sky.
It seems to offer impossibility bottled and wreathed,
a leaf in season to whittle through to the blossom in time.
The time he took to fear it, board windows, ignoring the means,
and flailing crops are not to halt the work ,and question the why.
He finds a seed to bury deep within the walls of his dreams,
a kind of thief to be policing the light.
The hubris in a few ferocious branches,
accruing the subtle stances required, refusing visitor glances at the shrine
The thorns swallow a rich canopy buried beneath
and keep a perilous gift hanging for traveler thigh
Time echoes in hope of lending vestige's light, crying out
to see the breadth of the line.
To see the tangential nature of the leaf,
and know the grief elucidated and reaped
for a return on what we sow in the vine
Another garden enclosed.
A partial view of the sky.
A further longing for truth.
Assume a gruesome divide.
Aloof and hardened to bone.
A carving suited for pine.
A starving forest in roost.
Abuse is looming inside.
Confusing and dried.
He's choosing his pride.
Refusing a guide.
Losing his mind.
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
One said: It changes your outlook of life.
Alters your lifestyle somewhat.
Other said: It’s your choice. You can either do it or don’t.
I choose to be trustworthy.
I am indeed happy right now with what we have,
and what we don’t have.
I choose to be simply happy.
I shun negativities. I neglect those who are unhappy for me.
Even if they say that they are, I can feel evil and jealousy.
That is not happiness.
I choose to stay away.
I have tons of people around me who share the smiles,
the blissful mood and they too share back their warm hearts.
I am enlightened now. Elucidated.
I am not scared of choosing the right actions and feelings.
Letting things be keeps me up; Keeps me not analysing more.
Retains my sanity.
I choose you.
I choose to enjoy love.
I have you in my life now and it becomes fuller.
Makes me grow.
I choose to grow happier.
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 1:33 AM UTC
Rumor has it that he was derived from the forest. She was smart enough to acknowledge that rumors could hold some truth, but she also knew that he was part ocean. Nothing else elucidated why he felt like home & strangled goodbyes all at once.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
He clings to
romantic planetary ideologies
an extrahuman love external to mans vulnerable heart
external to the home that holds those hearts
he is as distorted as Mercurys liquid iron core, waning heart
shrinking at the same rate as Mercurys crust
can he not settle for a love as human as himself?
even knowing that a variable “her” is still constructed of stardust
an organic structure composed of the same planetary fragments he adores
an elucidated depiction of the universe
but one whom he is able to hold.
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
Some say that love is an ardent thing;
That its sentiments,
When elucidated by words
Or art
Or something physical,
Are afire in their altruisms, but I
Know love as something fading.
But it seems different with you.
I am over-zealous,
Unconvincing,
Perhaps unenticing,
But I will not lay,
Dismantled in my existence,
And let the gaps between my fingers
Be filled with air,
And they will wait to be inundated
By your gnarled hands.
And though your touch could
Set me afire in a most illustrious way,
I will not open myself up this way again.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
Sorry won't do...
Open to arguably the same
Of what is, a person of who
The truth, when I quietly name...
Children a universal charity...
Elect a seer, or offer a proven
Wait, is ours for a faring vanity
The has your might, as chastity's problem...
Fly by, and heed?
A question of moments, more adores
Ask the question of mete and need
The luck of angel's, is anger was...
A place for cynical wealth, lost
A pace of worthier demonstration, caught
A pax of elucidated reasons, saw us
A person with uniqueness depends, saw it
Given the gift of giving
That youth has come of age
For a sincerity, sated with living
In the shadow of kindness, not angers fate
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 3:16 PM UTC
Listen-
How am I supposed
to word the things
that have already
been elucidated by my eyes
and that have already been yelled
by the pounding of my heart?
Uttering these feelings as words
proves nothing more than me
being
superfluous.
I refuse to be redundant.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
Rolling down my sides, pools of sweat
cool earth welcomes my ear.
There, sweet breezes meet and save me
cheek on checkered parquet.
Muted paws startle and patter off
midnight swings its low call.
Can you see the stars through the ceiling?
only impossible dreamers do.
She is always there, like a subtle cocoon
ringing in the new, so easy.
They never elucidated on how heavy cases await
while you shift to art and music dies.
Platters on the way and milky mix, a messy spill
time to don a sombrero.
Let's drink to the future and pour me a glass
tiny toothpick draped in paper.
Hollow gifts and hard wages, a song for the mass
small coin for mules, clap for the fools.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
i need to see the sun rise this day;
for feet elucidated of patterns
followed upon an earth. wearied
or aching, knees to find
rest on Katahdin's summit;
fictionalized place of birthed sun.
now mythos, now dawn and
an arrow sure to have missed
the moon's lover. fired
by childhood mockery
while birds awakened song.
i need to see the sun rise this day;
for eyes be witness of intri-
cacies entwined upon an earth.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 8:11 AM UTC
“There is a substance of ethereal,
Ones that reflects within your sclera,
That has impelled me to envisage,
That your nascency is from the utopia,
You light up souls that procure near you,
As the light perception glares before me,
This has given me extensive admiration of you,
A macrocosm journey reaching into my soul,
You have enlightened me on my path before,
With an intense illumination of what I will achieve,
You elucidated my desire to be risible,
The eternal beauty you retain dear Deity,
Has persuaded my existence to move forth,
I shall smile at you through my tears of bliss,
As my silvery tears fall before me yet pure,
I am but a menial mortal before you,
Deity of overt Beatitude”
By AG 05/03/2018 ©
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 10:46 PM UTC
Or Woman, Or Child, Or...
The following elucidated
conjecture actually can
(reed best) be taken with a grain
of salt, and no ban
nah nah split 'ope ya 'ere me
cloud and lear, cuz (Oh my...
heavens to Betsy), ennui
got pulled by Evan -
Jewel Lean, who handed this long fellow
(wads worth to you)
speculation with fan
see prestidigitation legerdemain - tan
ta mount to cheap tricks
re: out of thin air
by this half
fast hue man,
Hill Billy ***** Wonka Nilly,
who blithely doth asseverate
apothegm (poem title) equally applicable
Century21 today Aswan
**** maxim initially
bespoke, when collective
primates begat enfant terrible
foo fighting predetermining anon
metastasizing debacle Yeti
bedeviling civilization
a bajillion years in the future with
Matthew Scott Harris deadpan
words worth less his way
before even an odd iota
of dire straight sultan
of swing didst merely span
spottily scattered amidst
pristine Earth, where
unchanging arboreal
beastie boys to oman,
and flock of sea gulls
continuity elapsed – Ivan
hunch, albeit un
recorded disc contented sow
sow hogtied pan
dum mo' nee ham, or
blessed historical events,
kept (stay'n) alive,
courtesy"FAKE" Trump
petting Dapper Dan,
where he knit pattern,
qua oral tradition, sans clan
destine scattered hot pockets
of sparse **** sapiens,
i.e. humanity LESS preponderant,
primary, and/or prolific,
where superstitions parlayed
(voodoo with no Fran Schwa),
and whirling dervishes fed elan,
which earliest recorded (doctored,
digitized, and demented
oh yea), not
tomb mitt to dimly mentioned
asper "time and tide
wait for no man"
purportedly by one
Saint Marher, circa:
1225 anno domini.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC
1. Poetry Grafted Onto Starlit Bodies
Focused moments,
hot breath tickling
receptive ears.
Whispered words swirl
into cascading souls.
Eyes meet,
gazes held for long
luxurious moments.
2. Daring To Unveil Their Cauldron Of Selves
Starscapes scintillate
as they fall back
into the cosmos
together.
Each tick of the clock
thoroughly elucidated,
boy quantum entangled for eternity
with the girl who is also a tree.
Cosmic bonds of entropy shattered,
never alighting from the cerulean blue sky.
Streaking sunbeams,
marauding moonlight,
mythical monuments carved into the shape of a kiss.
3. A Song On The Galactic Radio Waves (Tuning In To Love Oblivion)
Wasn’t there a time when you told yourself:
nothing’s gonna stop us or break us apart?
Isn’t there a dream you’re holding deep inside (so deep inside)?
Well you’d better let it out before it burns you alive, burns you alive.
For I am so much more
when I have you here in my heart.
And how can I feel any pain
when your healing words
always brings me back again,
again and again?
Jumpstart the engines of this cosmic machine,
we’re leaving for the stars tonight.
Grab onto my hand
like you’re playing that guitar.
Tune in to my wavelength,
and sing like your heart’s on fire,
like your heart’s on fire.
For today there’s one less tomorrow baby,
but still we go higher,
still we go higher.
4. Postscript (Welcome Home)
Tasting plush lips,
skin knowing skin,
hands speaking
in the language of hands.
Two hearts,
beating as one.
Two hearts,
beating as one.
And,
after a lifetime
of hit and miss,
hit and miss,
the cosmos
is finally:
smiling down
upon us.
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 3:26 PM UTC
"are you done for tonight?"
"yeah.. i'm just going to write... i mean lay! yeah, lay"
"good, hope to see you tomorrow"
it was inevitable that he is going to break the promise
a shallow habit of irreparable memories and scars
breaking the law, breaking the physics of a fellow inhabitant
the pumped longing warrants his revealed debility
he sat next to the desk, the illuminance from the lamp pervades his empty heart
there was a notebook, a blank one which has been waiting to be overdrawn by emotions
the pen however, layed in darkness and it didn't want to do anything
it just layed there, alone with negligence written through its whole look
he lifelessly brought it on his hand, looked at it carelessly, then threw it to litter
his posture has changed dramatically, it looked like he was ready for everything
he closed the notebook, leaving the blank pages - blank, but the mind was still filled
as he stood up, he started to feel a little weak, maybe he really needed some sleep
the mind was still full of inextricable thoughts that he firmly intended to express
over the night he didn't sleep, he just stood three inches above the desk, above the lamp
he elucidated his unexpected feelings, the wholesome truth has been ascertained and submerged...
his delicate body has been floating around, showing how much his soul didn't weigh
his heart was made of a gas, a gas lightest from air, it just volatillized through exhauster
and as we and him knew how much of a light-heart he is, we didn't perceive the facilely discerned truth
it was inevitable that she has broken his heart, completely
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 6:51 AM UTC
"Loving me is a waste of time and money," she said , simply because love was not meant for her,
She is a storm that ravages on and on until you have nothing left on you;
She cannot compliment nor give you something that could benefit you and what you ask for.
She believes that true love is elusive and that it can never be elucidated by emotions nor actions alone,
She has consumed all of her love and forgiveness that left her in an abyss of nothing;
She has been filled and emptied time and time again, where she stopped being who she was in the first place.
She was like a rose that bloomed and withered in a short period of time, keeping her would just be a waste of time and effort,
She'll show off her beauty and worst traits, where she does not expect acceptance;
For, acceptance is something that is sincere and she knows that not everyone is sincere.
She gives chances to those who would want to ruin her, but she never curses nor loathes them,
She prays that she would stop wandering and start wondering with enthusiasm to have an adventure instead;
She will find contentment and liberation from the thoughts that clouds her sight, she will find peace at the dimmest place and she will strive to love again.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC