"fugacious" poems
A fueling, flashing fulgent, furnace, fulgurous, frothy, fumes and feathery flakes,
I do not speak of waves of snow, hoary frost, or ice, a cold gelare or even frozen lakes!
Formidable, furrows, fructifying, functioning fruition to foremost fondly found a flaming,
I revel not in such destruction but choices for my naming!
For flowers flow fields forever, forswearing funneling fjords finitely, fire fray’s forests furthermost,
Instructing in the arts of language, for I am your gracious host!
Fakir formulates factious forms fading flummoxed into fury, a fugacious fusible and furtive fleeting feigning furiosity,
A deep ditch dug, tight as pug, wrapped blanket snub though not a flub, all perspicacity!
Finds frosty frore a frozen freezing faction for fusty flaming feasance,
Fomorian fantasy of formidable faggoting, facient up to fancying, fancying, furnaced flesh fluidity finds itself factitivity, facets for fabulists from the faint familiarity,
Relating cold to heat as such, requires but a human touch, apologize I do you see for all my clueless severity!
Fans of all the falconry, who fallow fields of family, falter for a fallacy, falling into infamy as forgone flame frontogenesis, fatigues a Faustian felony, for which fate finds is fastigiated foolery, febrile features featly and yet furiously, favonian fear of fellowship fiendishly, figures foal to fatherly, finally fiddle flinchingly, although not so too furtively;
I finagle in my filigree!
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
Wanted: her words!
Her inspired, breathless,
Sighing words
Needed for motivation
Desired for an elixir
Of broken hearts and corrupt minds
Wanted: her words!
Her mellifluous panacea
Breathing life into the inanimate
Defining the undefinable
And finding felicity in the fugacious
Wanted: her words!
Her intransigent, sagacious,
And judicious lyrics
Publicly educating and passionate
Privately life's denouement
Her words are wanted
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
Her syllogisms repose trust in her adept beleaguering of unworthy opponents.
Constantly in a state of lassitude for this desultory, inure world of the insouciant youth which dwells upon it's cathartic terrain, she engages not in lachrymose nor is she crestfallen for the hope of romance and it's everlasting ineffability.
She is a fugacious moment of frisson embodied in a human form; a juxtaposition of the serendipitous moments that ever constantly come one after the other in a fickle wheel of steep highs and deep lows. All her life, this girl will lilt through the crossroads of her obstacles and show the world the efflorescence of her beauty. Hush don't speak lest you miss hearing the mellifluous music of her voice of fail to hear the lagniappe that is her name.
She is the cynosure of human attention, the goddess and we are but her humble servants. She is innocence most rare, love most coveted. She is infinite. She is peace.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
Ingénue, Ingénue
mellifluous intonation;
within my ear
intangible embrocation!
Emollient to my inure
lithe and lilt affections-
A panacea, a talisman
fetching provocation.
Ingénue, Ingénue
Why must you fall
into such fugacious
dalliances?
Becoming and comely
are you
The cynosure of men
dissembling by demure
Ingénue, Ingénue
how easily I imbue
sempiternal scintilla
into naive little you
Lo, during my brooding-
arrive in halcyon gambol,
Dulcet or Saccharine
Is it me or you?
Ingénue, oh Ingénue
an epiphany, so true
a furtive labyrinthine
past the offing of you
None so opulent
cast more than penumbra.
T'would simply be Pyrrhic
to go on, continue.
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 12:14 PM UTC
Our Father
Woe! to these demonic determined downtrodden deceivers,
Woe! Oh Thine merciless mendicants of misery and maleficent mendacity
Woe! Oh common corrupt conniving cunning calumnious crusaders of crucifixion...
scurrilous screeds scribbling sorrows
The Lord will sharpen thou pencils...
Thou pocket protectors whilst melt into thine *******
Thou spectacles opaque and permanently smudged...with other assorted
myriad miseries
Thou mittens will be smitten with interminable degeneracy...
Oh languid leaders of licentious lubricious larceny..
Oh craving calculating copious concupiscent calumnious falsifiers...
Oh maudlin mocking manipulators, multitudinous marauding machinations
**Thy God is an angry God
a vengeful God
a jealous God**
Oh **** pots and gall! Oh sordid ****** insalubrious denizens of depraved degeneracy
Take heed thou names mightn't appear in the almighty book of life when judgement deigns an
opprobrious order of objurgation
terrible tragic tempestous tribulations of treachery
Oh Woe! Alas!
They are fallacious febrile fabricators, fallen , fragmented flawed fugacious furtive falsifiers!!
scalawags and rapscallions..rascals of ribaldry..forlorn fallen away backslidden recalcitrants…
Oh misguided miserable miscreants, maladies and agitation be thy lot!
This rant has been brought to you by:
The Most High and Holy Priest of the Ignoble Church of Alliteration & Utter Skepticisim
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
The breeze in the air is redolent
And the heart gambols with glee
To the tintinnabulation of wind chimes
Ah, what sweet felicity.
The whispering of trees is mellifluous
As is the susurrous of floral woods
How salubrious is the efflorescence
Beside the ebullient babbling brook.
Old man winter is but fugacious
For I've stumbled upon my inglenook
I wake to the breath of spring
Oh, it's summer eternal in my book.
My cup now holds ethereal elixir
It's manna from the heavens above
I found you - ah, serendipity
If this isn't, then what is love?
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
Summertime awakens the redolent flowers
It brings to life again the day
Rebirth of the stars
Raindrops become my healing balm
And thunder my elixir
Demure fawns gallop gracefully
Across the woodland’s fallen trees
And the sky is arrayed
In cloaks of fragrant mist
The forest’s familiar scent of petrichor
Fills the moss laden air
And hidden periwinkles glisten with dewdrops
Sweet summertime has returned once more
Her usual fugacious beauty
~Marian~
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
The pen is mightier
Than the sword
But what to consider
The keyboard?
How many stanzas
Phrases
Words
Must I conflate
To imbue in you
My love?
Is there no panacea,
No way for me to convey
The hold on my soul?
My heart
My being~
Such dulcet thoughts!
Your eyes,
{My cynosure}
Pure felicity
So lovely
A million ships at the ready
The cue being
the sight of your smile.
Helen is such a fugacious
Pipe dream fixation
When compared to your gaze
Until then,
Try as I might,
The depth of my feelings
Remains the deep ocean
Only a ripple wavers
At your knees
The rest waiting
For the Golden Bird
Of language
To release it's curse
Mere English isn't sufficient.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
My heart skips like a rock across the river filled in my sorrows
I'm down today, but there's hope for tomorrow
This hope lets me cope like its dope and I'm a fiend
Each ripple of a wave shows me the way
Taking me, making my mental depression raise
And in the breeze that kisses my tear streaked face
I find a glimmer of a smile the dawning of a new day
A day that dissolves anguish and brings an abundance of happiness
Like hot chocolate deep in winters mist
I find that I'm deep within these myths
Buried in lies beyond lies, I've tried and I've tried
Floundering time after time
Sinking deep until the bottom was my place to hide
Struggling for air, lungs unable to rise
Weight of burdened waters and tides
Until in the darkness I chose to swim and rise
The time is now determination fills my eyes
Thru pain comes happiness I have come to realize
Press to the top this Ian my life and my sunrise
I am the drive train in the machine that motivates me
The I in the team that solely consist of me
Like a beam of light it strikes me
Profusely enlightens me ,
Adjust my contrast and brightens me
No longer will I huddle in the dark acquiescly
Eloquence bubbles up inside of me
Hope serenades from within
As an illuminating light in my eyes begins
I can see now the fantastical future depends
On where I lay my burdens and my sins
I chose to be free, live my life, plant seeds
And allow destiny to drive and fulfill my needs
As I cry out the pain Heaven has heard my pleads
The anguish washed away, my soul no longer bleeds
My Utopia awaits, this cages bird is freed
Its times flee and gambol
No longer gambling on the shadows
Luminaries of the sky let me spread my wings and fly
Nature lifts me high, the birds chirp hi, as they gracefully fly by
I can't fathom the fugacious elegance so prevalent
With great relevance to my contentment with life
No longer with I struggle or strife
I'll dehydrate my eyes no longer will I cry
Time is ineffable so I'll pay no mind,
To the hands that control the lie
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
let everything thing you say sound unpredictable
that it is hard to believe
and no one will ever decipher those
incomprehensable
tools of mortality
i pull out my bones to dig a new grave
In the side of the road where we used to play
Where the grass was pulled up but the roots they never gave
The scent of their blood on the air is here always
a delicate dust lies just beneath
accept that
and with the casket leave the flashback
i want to be set free
no one can tell me
i want to be set free!
and if you've forgotten
i know you can forget your first love
forget that surprise the way you feel at sunrise
but in those eyes i cant let go
inability to focus on change
the trauma is set
trying to pledge a heart to a fugacious stone
trying to force a hand into an ephermal sound
no one wants to fade away
ive tried to capture a true change ive tried to manage pieces
obscure paths and bold statements traverse through centuries
confied in whimsical plague
Your contagious inure
I want to bring about in you a melliflous love
Burst forth in lands luminescent and redolent
I will give you unto the shooting stars and wasted spaces
Something that will always leave you faced with
the inability to fade away
one of opulent Petrichor
that dissolves with the clouds
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
When I hold your hand I can see that I’m half.
A half of a whole that’s much greater than I.
Whenever we kiss, and our chemicals mix,
Our atriums beat to harmonious sighs,
Widened in eye with no how, what’s or why’s.
Our love is an answer, a chance and a glance
Of the fact that our lives can be more than survival.
You, with your touch and your loves electricity.
Fertile and fierce, you’re my warm neon rose.
Vicious, your glows, which had soon overthrown
The darkness and evil I trapped deep inside me.
I can’t ignore it, my limerence foresaw,
It’s orphic, and it knows that you are for me.
Moulded by clay to a boring design,
Potentially scraped from the factory floors.
I’ve the conception that my own conception
Was callous and fallow, lazy, fugacious,
But mostly redundant, with one small exception;
As all would have meaning if I could be yours.
Caroline to Byron, Beatrice to Dante,
A muse can induce art much greater than I.
It’s quite right when I write I lose sight of sense,
As when I write of you sense need not apply.
My amorous love, my glamorous drug,
My muse of all muses, my honey soaked hug.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
Sometimes, for short fleeting moments
I realize that I am nothing to others
I mean nothing
I am just an extra walking in the background
A susurrous noise in a crowded store
A fugacious penumbra in the window of a passing car
A lighted window at dawn
I realize that I am to them to these passerbys what they are to me
Nothing
But the moments are short and fleeting
I quickly go back to my own selfish thoughts
Its easier that way
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 5:44 PM UTC
Evanescent moments occur
Dwindling
Fading
You become less tangible
When you beckon for me
I cavort to your side
The side of:
Warmth
Innocence
Love
The side where
You read
I listen
only to fall into a serene slumber
Where did you go?
No longer can I doze without being frightened
Where are you when the sun quiets?
Who will save me from the silence?
I cannot run
My laces, uneasy
Could you have tied my strings?
I attempt to but,
I am unable
Helpless and needy
Perhaps,
if we had more time,
I would have faith in my own knots
But only you could untie those twisted painful knots!
Perhaps,
If we had more time,
You could have taught me
Not the art of you
But the art of something permanent!
I hold on to fugacious moments
Only to realize,
they are never held
I hold on to you
Only to realize,
You are no longer there
Senseless
I lay there
- yearning
for a momentary release from my lacing
Mar 10, 2010
Mar 10, 2010 at 7:50 PM UTC
Holiday cheer and hustle and bustle
From Thanksgiving until Christmas Day.
Running somewhat on autopilot…
Sometimes longing to get away…
Embracing the spirit of the holiday season,
I hoped good tidings would stifle bad news.
But now that Christmas is over, I am
Stuck with the after-Christmas blues.
Days have been for the most part sunny;
Winters are mild in southern Cal.
Holiday baking would have to be fruitful:
Cookies and candy would boost my morale.
The holiday sweets have all disappeared now.
I didn't gain and I didn't lose.
Fugacious pleasures have left, and now I'm
Feeling the after-Christmas blues.
Caught up in the holiday spirit,
For a brief moment I thought there would be
And end to lies, injustice, and hate…
An end to all this insanity.
But no, decorations merely
Hide the truths that we can't excuse,
And once again we hear the sounds
That linger: the after-Christmas blues.
Ah, but all things must pass, no?
That is what I find myself saying.
People will open their eyes and they
Will see what the deeper truths are conveying.
Change will come, so let's be hopeful.
Let us all together refuse
To be downhearted. Then we can say
Goodbye to the after-Christmas blues.
-by Bob B (12-30-18)
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
Ive neglected you.
Hiding soul from ashed excitement
having once been a fierce blaze.
But now I'm here...
finding that highs are evanescent;
a fugacious, dalliance.
And i,
the common denominator holding
all these riddles where they lie,
am simply trying to grasp this intangible
beauty by strength of hand.
Yet it is in fact something like fine sand.
If you burn it too hot, it transforms into glass.
Sharp
Edgy
Glass
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
Like a rabbit in headlights
I am struck like lightning.
I wasn't always - -
Network me!
Extend the tips of my hair into the soil like one thousand fingers reaching through to our common origin!
Slap my still-life face into a mosaic of shutter photographs
I am climaxing, summiting the sierras of shame
and
it feels like renewal
Hurry - deposit my disgorge -
I was dying already when we met.
I am but shrieking in the Blitzkrieg -
Sobrevivencia, my darling!
**** on your sugared fingers and tell me, is it just as sweet?
Implore your inspiration -
Is it coffee coated cigarette coughs which smooth you down like honey whiskey on a cold day's egg yolk sunrise?
There is immense power in desperation ----
But soft now.
Speak to me
And allow your disdainful demure words to
germinate in my eardrums
and -
your mellifluous murmurings to effloresce in everlasting bloom - so I may lilt through the sumptuous wafture of the
sea of our bloods, rendesvouzing
in the surrepititious silence of
the sempiternal
with roses lissome and lithe encircling my head -
Embrace me under this opulent eclipse, this ethereal moment of evanescence before
The petals in my hair dissolve into diaphanousness
and our bloods are beleaguered
by our collective consciousness
and we reach our denoument
But allow us our fugacious, ineffable imbroglio -
our labyrinthine link of amalgamation.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained,"
But people never speak of
The part that says,
"Nothing ventured, nothing lost,"
Which is much more important;
A sentiment, a shield.
Distant, detached, disengaged;
Accoutrement to cope.
In nature, fugacious.
Human condition, fleeting;
Faith fades like liquor,
Or the last in the carton.
Pen put to pages;
All words have their place.
Time now has come,
To leave and move forward.
One last drag,
Before I go.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
Inspired by the gleam in her eyes
This love starts to grow,
But this will sure be my demise.
For the love has grown
From a cub to a lion
It has matured,
But has not grown old
Nor reached the golden years.
This love is young
This love is innocent
Not yet convicted,
For crimes it hasn't committed.
This loves is not,
A fugacious attempt for happiness
It is a lion waiting to roar
As cautious as a serpent,
And innocent as a dove
This love is mines,
And I am yours
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 5:26 PM UTC
She is the heroine of all tragedies
The fugacious lady in red in every novel
The vague 'her' in every volume of poetry.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
My lone flower
deep in the shadows, fugacious
as she blossoms
brings a spring scent
to undivided existence
forever, and ever
12/10/2015
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
It is often the only way to clear out non-transient thoughts.
The eviction makes room for the fugacious pleasures of life.
Not easily applied with ink to paper.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
(Let's sojourn into nightmares...)
She awakes,
To the rays of the ghostly lamp,
Conjured by thirsty thoughts,
Burning to quench...
She became prey to panic,
Fear, screams,
She was fractured,
Into shards of paints...
He; the ghost,
Was an open portal,
Ensorcelled by calls of scoundrels,
Flaming in his mind...
He growls,
Breath of fire kindles his thirst,
Tongue panting,
Ready to devour...
Wicked strokes amidst waterfall,
Melting bullets in bumpy strides,
Bursting fire on energy strings,
And ghost elopes.
Nightmares become daydreams,
In fugacious moments,
And this voyage of madness,
Ends at the shore of regrets.
#El_Magnifico™
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
Mental round-about
Self-esteem see-saw
Innocent web search
‘Change core beliefs from childhood’
Google tells me it’s child’s play
---
Welcome to the rest of your life
The best of your life, your best of your life
You are the author of your story
Around the metaphorical turn,
along the symbolic path, up the figurative stairs,
you open your catachrestic mute eyes and deaf heart
You are smarter, stronger, sightlier
Socially appropriate, admissible, acceptable
You have worth, hold worth, make worth
Choose something new to believe in
Start today, heart today
Chart your way, heart your way
Treat your limiting beliefs like thoughts
Write your belief-thoughts down
Be honest - no cheating
You can’t fool your brain, so retool your brain
Today’s lies make tomorrow’s whys
Use your neuroplastic, elastic, synaptic
retroactive, augmentative, cross-cognitive,
meta-thinking for better thinking
Renew reckoned resilience
Never say ‘no’ to anything again
Bent grass that always bounces back
Elephants, drought, and weeds
Fugacious clouds in your sky
Master of no-limit living
You can cope with anything, everything,
all things, unlimited
(uncurbed, unchecked, unreasonable)
You can do it, all up to you
(Your responsibility, burden, fault)
Coping, thriving, ruling
(Your “no-one-should-have-to-live-like-this” life)
---
Romanticised view
Of self-thought-work road
Not slides and swing sets
But stepping slowly daily
A journey in compassion
Clear, kindly limits
Held for shared welfare
Outside-trap living
Not shiny, crafty life-drain
Growing into wiser eyes
Oct 17, 2024
Oct 17, 2024 at 5:55 AM UTC
lipstick stains
and beyond
at the backseat
and all over my brain
i missed the tears
under the covers
disappearing
like little favours
leave me alone
i will close that track
cross the threshold
and mind the gap
i vied for this
this vile acridity
this insane stupidity
and i believe in
the reverse of sense
hoping tragedies
like a sceptical god
a symphony like
sweet medicines to
kick in when the
lights rage in blood
forget about me now
my floral imprints
blossoming on skin
pretty in red and pink
are nothing but
butterfly memories
fleeting and fugacious
as cold as your kiss
hug that jacket tighter
and close both eyes
the walk is shorter
than this long drive
but if your lips bruise
or your fingers tire
from singing back
dear, i’ll douse the fire
my gasoline’s empty
and i’m almost out
this is all falling apart
so hold your mouth
and when everything
fades out slowly to
music and black
as you forget to listen
you will find that i
wiped away all of the
evidence, and the
lipstick stains are missing.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
Beauteous clouds hang upon the sinking deep,
Ineffably in coats with no stain upon ‘em seen.
Susurrus zephyrs evermore chime and sweep,
Through leaves bedight in hues of golden green.
Susurrus leaves rhythmically sway and sway
To the susurration of the wild blue yonder.
Fugacious clouds enrich every fading day
In opalescent hues upon heaven’s shore.
Salubrious flowers waft ethereal scent upon air,
A scent of Elysium on earth, a scent of loveliness.
Lugubrious seas call it a soothing balm so fair,
And softly whisper comely olden tales of the seas.
Splendiferous olden golden hills roll evermore,
Wanderin’ olden rills peregrinate here and there,
Whilst whisperin’ euphonious murmurs of yore;
Such—such mellifluous music unto a naked ear.
In the emerald state, upon every river bank
There groweth exquisite merry flowers of gold,
All flowers of novelty beauty—all wild and rank.
In the emerald state—pulchritude is all to behold.
©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Evergreen State, August 16th 2020.
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC