"elusively" poems
tossing turning tumbling
these voices in my
head-heart-soul
rip me
tear me
burn me
wound me
scar me
rush me secretly
to some parallel confusion
invasion
conclusion
illusion
a heart in either hand
which to fulfill
which to destroy
take me
wake me
break me
heal me
feel my fear
my love
my hatred
know me
touch me
teach me
reach me
save me
streaming screaming seduction
these voices in my
head-heart-soul
deplore me
restore me
advise me
revise me
take me elusively
to some underground unreality
lucidity
misery
a heart in either hand
which to follow
which to mislead
hate me
love me
leave me
reap me
**** me
take from me
these voices in my
head-heart-soul
Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 1:22 PM UTC
The indifference of paper kaleidoscopes
touches the afternoon's stained glass.
Scattered bubbles of blood
repeat the vaporous names of rocks.
The world itself wavers between
straying syllables of books.
A blank moment arrives
staring at secrets made visible.
All day is the stillness of
unchanging light around the temple.
Between 'come' and 'go'
the same motionless theater of rest.
Time gobbles up
the elusively throbbing reflections.
Myself the ghostly transparency
made of circular-turning glass.
Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 3:09 PM UTC
Glazed faces running fearless in the harvest forest
The brush of the rising crops tingles on the skin
We drop down lying head to head
Following planes with our fingers in the sky.
Your reflection inside mimics my stance outside
Where the smoke from my cigarette
Turns into clouds above my head
Masking the light from the full moon that shines elusively bright.
Distance is crawling between us
Stealing our monumental past
It pollutes our freeness in speech.
Sorrow cant be fixed by ice cream
A day off where i let my mind indulge in far away dreams.
Your voice that was sweet music
Is now NOISE.
I close the bathroom door and wish we were in a book of prose
Where we play faces and turn into toys of mad creation.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
LA,
You're like a shoe
Which just doesn't fit me.
Not before and not now.
I want to confess
I never loved you and never will.
Let others admire your charms and games
Your deceptions and dark turns.
Your valley runs deep and deviant
your ocean, vast and wild.
Your infinite net may catch the light
That elusively blinds
But I promise I'll never fall for your illusions
Again.
Even when your skies are bright blue
And your warm wind whispers
"don't ever give up on your stupid stupid dreams..."
Now if I could release my family and friends from your
Tight and tormented grip,
We could end up calling it a truce
One day
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
*I ask of her, when drowsy, pre-sleep,
as my eye lids,
elusively and gravitationally, pulled ever lower,
a desperate last chance request by
my vast audience of too few,
give the poet's subconscious a fair shot,
a morning poem delivery,
you've requested, route assigned,
to the front door stoop steps of your lips,
for me to deliver, and earn my keep
if only a title you will provision?
she says:
lights out honey chile,
as she kisses the poodle good night,
you know you are quite
the acquired taste,
showing me such a fine time tonight,
ordering in vegetable lo mein,
won ton soup and a
spring roll in the summer time
washed down with an icy-white Bordeaux,
watching Guardians of the Galaxy (Part Two) on the telly
so all you and
your bonnie idea of showing a girl a good time,
quite an expropriation of a foreign cultural potpourri
a thank you yawn provided, a positive confirmation
of her appreciation + an acknowledgement of her AM order,
morning cafe au lait requested
in a big cup with no handles,
a croissant with French butter,
avec un poème exceptionnel
the title tithed,
poet-this, "you, an acquired taste"
please deliver it at seven o'clock sharp,
so I may be first to give it a like,
read it with my cafe,
tho you are an acquired taste,
you have already
acquired my heart*
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8/22/17
11:50pm
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Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 12:07 AM UTC
on certian serendipitous days
I gather a glance through a golden window
of the tantalizing truth
THE ONLY REALITY IS THE ONE WE CREATE
elusively it avoids my grasp
flashing through my frantic fingers
realizing revalation I resolve
to let it land on my soul like a butterfly
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
half a cup of
perfectly sculpted hair
yeilds a quarter
of a suburban style
& a tragic obsession
with the american flag
stirred in with a dash of
unquestionably good shoes-
a hint of stripes
adorned with a
a scruffy flannel armor-
blended of color palettes
mixed in with
your matching blacks,
& a quarter dozen
ankle boots with
banded legwarmers to match.
toss in a pair of leggings
a couple of two cent beanies
and plaid button downs
thoroughly wrapped around
your nether bottom &
a fanciful coffee
in hand prettified
with a binding bracelet
telling me
to creatively and
elusively
**** off
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
I grasp on to what is left of time
yet it dissipates elusively upon the hooks
of youth.
I wonder if I were to end it all,
perhaps I would be frozen in time;
a mere visage glancing upon the tendrils of adolescence
who claim to be "eminent for their age."
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
Crazy starry-eyed mannequin
Taken to the stars again
Heroic catalyst of my youth
Left us with the inevitable truth
proof of the elusively loose and uncouth
I'll see you in the sky
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 4:24 PM UTC
Organizing the inevitable, while tracing the unforgettable
my tip toe getting typical, elusively apocalyptical.
Give this imbecile the instruction manual
to construct a tangible opposite of evangelical.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC
With December’s breath I am whole again,
crackling with hope in the grey and rain,
Through rotting leaves I wander and wade
relish the decay of these days.
Oh my brain, it is scorned by the horror of words
and infinite texts that seem so absurd,
in the library I think, and I bite back my cries,
each bitter reminder that love lies in lone skies.
But, no! There is hope, for the ice is in bloom
and snowflakes now cluster on the window of my room,
and the waste of the winter is not quite a tundra
for I hear the bells call, the semester goes under.
All chitchats and language now swirl into view
through the fog of sorrow glints the elusively new,
and my mind will assent to only this;
this lovely thought, this season, Christmas.
And I stifle no cynicism, having no reason to moan,
I’m bound home on the train, quite simply alone,
save for the spirits that spin in my head
,
the prospect of faces, not books to be read!
Farewell to the city, if only for a while,
The lights are lavish in their pretty little smiles,
but I am not transfixed, I am barely aware
for the glow of my home is for all I do care!
Now I slip into the safety of Daisybank’s arms,
with many hot stews my stomach is calmed.
In this brief time comes embracing warmth;
no exams, no essays, no tears of scorn.
For my kin I am blessed
and with their presence no longer am I oppressed;
yes me, the starving soul of a girl
lovelorn and hungry for her home, this world.
And all that is festive, shimmering gold
is in the hands of many to hold,
and pass the gifts that press their love
and know one day is not enough
To reap the sense of seasonal joy
to forget the stress of being employed
and swallow all that one can eat,
a cure, a remedy sweet for one’s deceit.
Yet as long as the photo does not fade away -
remains a flashlight amongst the verges of decay -
then with every star may we make the wish
to prolong the soar of a spirit submerged in bliss.
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 11:38 AM UTC
Sweet Sixteen Years
<••>
had to get the calculator
cause this brain refused
this math,
2024 - 2008 = 16
yearlong furlongs
a dustance existential
impossibility:
She selected me from the
millions of riffraf looking
for a living romantic love,
which perhaps while
not a complete miracle,
but something, that had
been as elusively beautiful
as a running back shedding
11 tacklers and well,
scoring a touching down
(n.b. it’s a Sunday)
a touchdown elusive
and once thought,
a deluded inconclusive
belief from the realm of
music and poetry,
an aberrant belief
in a life of mundane
and oft much pain
that periodically stubbed
one’s toes with streaks of
sparks, but never was carded
for one who had not
learned
the definition
of longer
lasting,
open ended,
unimaginable,
genuine
to expect, believe
that it was a
validity,
nothing but a
legal fiction
never to be a word in
my finishing diminishing
vocabulary
there will be no candlelight
dinner, no popping corks,
no mad jewelry hidden in refrigerator,
maybe just some
outshine lemonade icicle popsicles,
a modest treat
for an e-xtra oh-never-ordinary
travelogue with no final
destination penned in
blue-black ink
for the record:
she picked me out,
she came late to
our first date,
and fully agreed
on a third date,
that commitment
was a pressure
neither desired,
agreeing with a
hearty high five
so here she is,
always a present,
always an available
sujet for one more
onlylovepoem
to scribe, and
complain
how a poet goes
on and on and on
which is a reminder to self
to quit writing too much
when there is still a
tomorrow to add to this
poem
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 7:12 AM UTC
Fairness dances away elusively
The brightest lights flicker, then turn dark
You are now an idea we cannot see
Limited by time, you still made your mark
Betrayal against boyish colored blue
Tragically, evil controlled the helms
When everyone you trusted has failed you
The sadness in your story overwhelms
Left without vision of who you will be
Abandonment of care was defaulted
When counting stops at merely twenty-three
Earthly justice appears to have halted
Where does real adjudication derive
In twenty-three months of being alive
© Christopher Chronister, 09/18/2018
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 4:05 AM UTC
Your breaths were soft murmurs
Muffled within the green whisperings
of the hooded lush covers,
I could catch a glimpse of your
bold cheekbones when light bounced
off them; light that would come and go
of its own accord,
From where and where to, who knew,
We only kept going on,
Deeper and deeper wheels took us,
Guided and misguided by the silences
That guarded the secrets of the forest,
Secrets that weighed down its rustling leaves,
Like they weighed us down everyday,
I would have licked off that bead of sweat
that must be rolling off your cheek right now,
Then why don't you?, a cricket quizzically chirped
Look, even the wilderness is talking to me,
Why don't you!, I wanted to ask,
But I didn't, the maze of tree trunks engulfing us
Tighter by the second,
The jungle looked so benign in the daylight,
Its vibe gentle, its voice tranquil,
Its green, so calm in the sun,
Turned to a bloodthirsty red by the night,
And a million stealthy eyes opened and followed
our drive, laughing at us as we lost track,
You and I,
Speeding away from sanity,
Hurtling away from humanity,
Rocketing away from reality,
No words spoken, but our hearts
pounding in unison as we ran,
In hopes of launching into that dimension
That existed sans sense of material,
Sans sense of reason,
Sans sense of self.
Remember, I've promised you nothing,
Said the jungle elusively,
Winding its curves dangerously steep,
Mysterious even in its time of sleep,
While your foot harshly pushed the pedal,
In the desperate hope that bound us
That if we could wander off track like last time,
and stumble upon that dimension once again,
and strip ourselves naked of the secrets,
and let our truths and our lies be consumed
by the Jungle,
Perhaps, once again,
Like last time,
We could lose it all to find each other.
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
Your problems
They are much more
Pressing than mine
Aren’t they?
You definitely know what life is
don’t you?
Oh, the eloquence needed
To creatively and elusively
Say
**** you
Sep 12, 2010
Sep 12, 2010 at 5:00 PM UTC
Hope deferred makes sick, indeed, the human heart,
Always obscure no matter how hard we pray and play our part.
Sick, worried, bereft of dreams, aimlessly we wander
So long in the wastelands of despair, good we no longer ponder.
Dreams shadowy, nebulous, planted in the nether shallow
By other-worldly hands in the Garden of All Souls Hallow.
How do they take root and grow neath the ground of Mystery?
These hope-filled dreams, ever-growing so elusively?
How do we enter through the Gate of the Burning Unknown
To pull or pluck our hopes and dreams so vaguely sown?
Or should we wait outside the Gate, vagabonds in begging,
For the Gardner to give us such fruit without charging?
For what is our life without hopes and dreams, but vain?
Ah! But what is life without the Gardner himself to sustain?
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
The edge of eternity
Lies between the future
The present
And the past
Floating elusively
Just out of our grasp
The more you try and hold on
The more it will elude you
Until you have to resign yourself
That to truly comprehend
The enormity that is eternity
You have to let go
And tap into that old intuitive part of yourself
That just knows and perceives
We all have all the knowledge
All of the information we ever need
We just need to know where to look
We just have to look inside of ourselves
To find where the edge of eternity lies
Its hidden in our minds
Its hidden in our hearts
It's just waiting to be unleashed
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 10:48 AM UTC
For some forgotten seafarer
On a flaccid wreck somewhere
I, too, am lost and shattered
We’re both stranded, the hard concrete
Made for our searching: in spite of all
Silver crown, dubbed beauty
We searched, through the frenetic infrastructure
Long-distance romance, fingertip pounce
The cobwebs that lay huddled
Was it you, to become me?
Flew west to build a nest
In the forests they’ll find me
Wave goodbye to all you know
A new face, on this painted white landscape
Tiny miracles elusively overfull
Ecstatic flight and fresh linens
Beckon, home awaits
Daisy inquiries
Of eternal youth and temperate vigour
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 7:59 AM UTC
Oh, these good old days...
how elusively little --
is left of them now.
Apr 24, 2023
Apr 24, 2023 at 4:06 AM UTC
Let me my habits
Let me, let me inside
Give me a shelter
Give me a kiss
.....Take me
.....Protect me
.....Give me your magic
.....Give me what I need
Then I'll give you my blood
I will pump it outwards
I will blood on your belly
I will blood in your mouth
.....Danger is everywhere
.....just a blow away
.....Love is everywhere
.....just a kiss away
Happiness is elusive
The pie turns around
Happiness is elusively
nearby
.....Let me bleed
.....in your storm
.....Let me bleed
.....in your heart
Mar 13, 2023
Mar 13, 2023 at 10:08 AM UTC
mimicking my tears, rain plummets to earth
driblets escaping, a plashet appears
caressing the window and kissing the street
elusively pleasant, ambiguously received
beads race down my windowpane
showers of comfort, salient skies of gray
mere melody of drizzle or drops soothes my soul in ways you cannot
perspective is important here
clouded minds find solace
whilst sunny cerebrums, unable to associate
ideas of positivity in days so gray
in one corner: better than resorting to a pill
the other: worse than spouse found unfaithful
opinions pitted, popular pins eccentric
one, two, three, four... will rain redeem their rapport?
mere melody of drizzle or drops soothes my soul in ways you cannot
rain, rain, go away
dark and dreary, "shame you!"
a lesson taught, not genetic
sheets of rain, stale excuse to stay
but I, but I - bid the day hello
when rolling clouds greet my morning breath
mere melody of drizzle or drops soothes my soul in ways you cannot
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
For All That I Remembered
by Michael R. Burch
For all that I remembered, I forgot
her name, her face, the reason that we loved ...
and yet I hold her close within my thought:
I feel the burnished weight of auburn hair
that fell across her face, the apricot
clean scent of her shampoo, the way she glowed
so palely in the moonlight, angel-wan.
The memory of her gathers like a flood
and bears me to that night, that only night,
when she and I were one, and if I could ...
I’d reach to her this time and, smiling, brush
the hair out of her eyes, and hold intact
each feature, each impression. Love is such
a threadbare sort of magic, it is gone
before we recognize it. I would crush
my lips to hers to hold their memory,
if not more tightly, less elusively.
Published by The Raintown Review, The Eclectic Muse, Kritya, Gostinaya (in a Russian translation by Yelena Dubrovin), Boston Poetry Magazine, Freshet, Jewish Letter (Russia), Poetry Life & Times, Sonnetto Poesia, Trinacria, The New Formalist, Pennsylvania Review. Keywords/Tags: Memory, remembrance, love, name, features, face, hair, eyes, lips, mrbmem, crush, impression, recognize, recognition, remember, remembered, forgot, forgotten, angel, wan, night, flood
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 10:00 PM UTC
slow waltz of sirens ghosts the path
sea spit splendours elusively
near and not near you
but the requiem of space leaves a patient mark
of this
the white curdling on the edge of things
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
Not dinner time yet, on bed
I am drawing you, your back
the book and the red candle
the almost empty mirror image
We've seen enough
of the city today and no longer
immediately jump on each other
even though we're on vacation
I love you equally profound -
looking, drawing and feeling
how absently totally present
you are, your bare shoulder
which I caress with my eyes
your full attention
for the story and for me
as soon as you put the book down
It's something from years
elusively there
even if we don't pay attention to it
or if it's absent for a while
Nov 24, 2022
Nov 24, 2022 at 3:30 AM UTC