"fulgent" poems
*hints of auburn drift creating a soft cadence against the autumn wind
almost heard in lieu 'tis felt somehow awakening souls buried long ago
giving birth to falling crimson leaves tinged with maroon and gold
abandoned dusty roads transform under enchanting spells cast by fall
burnt orange pumpkins standing solitary on wooden porches threaten to reveal
hidden secrets held by dusk’s luscious cinnamon seasoned air
once fulgent sunflowers begin to slumber softly beneath the harvest moon
whilst autumn’s trance brushes all it touches with honey colored hues
i stand pensive as an amber leaf gently twirling falls to the ground
bewitched by thine supernatural powers; thine gifted artist’s hand
who with one stroke turns to butter amber all that once was forest green
and imbues my soul with thine exalted essence forever ripening
©2016janetaylor
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
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♥ ♥ ♥
Saccharine
kiss, a taste of heav-
en, it's a chef d'eouvre,an ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
exploding fulgent tint• ••of love••
& commitment;, our to\ /ngue limning ela-\\
tion with these lips as ˋ•´canvas, stars detonate\\
lavishing blessing from above to our bona fide\\\
love ethereal emoti- on scintillate from w/in \\
creating a paradigm- of immaculacy of \\\/\\
endearment with an- ....enfolding c- \\\\\/\/ /
ape of assurance it's an e(mpyrean aroma from\//\///\
two seraphic being wit(h ablazing devotion towards//\\\
each other it erected a b(eatific paradise that link two/\\\/\
souls together in love & harmony & while your lips/\\\///
pressed to mine, it also push away all of my/ /\\\////
trepidation & replace.it with prodigious/\____/////
bliss, it colors my coun ,,,___,,,tenance with perfect\\//////
euphoria that spread out to my psyche.oh how heaven\/\/
descended on earth & spiced our lips with its ethereal sa-
vor oh how it birthed wings in our back that allow us to s-
oar high while relishing this very moment oh how it crea-
ted a divine crown to our heads & dressed us with ecclesi-
astical robe that scintillate w/our love as the source of lig-
ht oh how I want the time to cease to eternally feel this--
juncture oh this kiss.oh this kiss,oh how exhilaration do-
minate in me oh this phase with my king,oh how I pray
this to never end a phase that ignore the world & just fo-
*** to each other we |are united)with the )
love of God that bin- |d us toget(\her a love(
that come out from - |our mouth )\and reveal )
it with this kiss, oh t- |he sweetest )\just the sw)
eetest of all, oh i close |these eyes ) \and appre)
ciate each movement |our lips p) \erform o)
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that gives us warm- /th, yes \ \ /this sac\ \
charine kiss, a taste of (heaven/ \_\ (en you/ \_\
've let/ \me taste heaven!
**
with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 6:08 AM UTC
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
You are the supremely graceful
epiphany, the life changing
—illumination
Stay. And let me stare
at your fulgent elegance,
your lovely manifestation
till I'll become blind enough
and see the meaning
of this incarnation
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC
You see that sheaf of slender books
Upon the topmost shelf,
At which no browser ever looks,
Because they're by . . . myself;
They're neatly bound in navy blue,
But no one ever heeds;
Their print is clear and candid too,
Yet no one ever reads.
Poor wistful books! How much they cost
To me in time and gold!
I count them now as labour lost,
For none I ever sold;
No copy could I give away,
For all my friends would shrink,
And look at me as if to say:
"What waste of printer's ink!"
And as I gaze at them on high,
Although my eyes are sad,
I cannot help but breathe a sigh
To think what joy I had -
What ecstasy as I would seek
To make my rhyme come right,
And find at last the phrase unique
Flash fulgent in my sight.
Maybe that rapture was my gain
Far more than cheap success;
So I'll forget my striving vain,
And blot out bitterness.
Oh records of my radiant youth,
No broken heart I'll rue,
For all my best of love and truth
Is there, alive in you.
2.6k
The sound of your voice,
linguistic forte
digital portrait combined,
reads lyrical, like Joyce,
the use of imagery -
elevating the plebeian,
resplendent -
the imposition sublime.
Pellucid prose, tête-à-tête
immersed in esoteric allusion
spoken with au fait.
Liberating my pedestrian
inhibition,
premise of surrender -
adrift, desultory,
delicious ambiguity.
Seduction begins in
the mind,
assets of imagination,
intellectual property;
side by side: lying supine
didactic invitation,
in assertions of diversion;
a chance to find
euphoria within our reach.
Linear alliteration;
fulgent flowing Fumé
Blanc,
fire and wine
private beach,
rhymes of elucidation
two bodies align,
I will learn if you teach.
Sensual epistemology,
curvaceous
figure of speech,
the Orphic; woeful
lover’s plight,
a porous song recite
art professor, verse confessor
tutor me tonight.
©2010 & 2011 W.S Warner
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 11:03 AM UTC
As the blur of my eyes clear
I spot the greatest of wonders
Lying next to you in our bed
I awake happily at dawn's nascency
Feeling the blessing of your touch
Is as caressive as a cloud's hug
Just your sweet fulgent smile alone
Vivifies my every forthcoming day
Each time we dance pelvis to pelvis
And you rest your head on my chest
It surely calms my jovial soul
When you listen to my heartbeat
It pleases me to make you blush
Making your scarlet cheeks show
As you look into my eyes and gaze
I gently rub my nose against yours
Then apply slow succulent kisses
Together we create perfection
We have everything in common
Even the smallest of things
I love to laugh with you
Enjoying lovey dovey humor
Springing out adorable chuckles
Being out and about with you
Painting the city with our ambiance
Comforts my very existence
I'm blessed to be within your planet
The way you make me feel is...
Unorthodox, uncannily beautiful as,
Rollerblading on Saturn's rings
It gets no better than this
Me and you connected as one being
At first sight, I was graced by you
And ever since then, I've changed
Happier than happy can become
Upon the darkest of nights
Our love will shine
Lighting the light
Since meeting you my queen
My format has been switched
It will now be you and I til the end
I'm honored you chose me
To multiply and grow old with
Now to me, that's love's essence...
© Michael P. Smith
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 1:23 PM UTC
i can see
your soft footprints
in and around
the green, the yellow woods
and that blue turquoise
offering you a ride
fluttering his wings
the white, black, green birds
holding stars in their beaks
in clouds you can walk;
it makes me envious
so ingenuous you are
as ye know not,
a Pandora box
is just an allegory
for your own
fulgent eyes
for through string of hopes
and wave of dreams,
for upon cloud floors
and blinking realms,
when you take your walk,
the earth's dear lady,
the whole universe
wants to keek and see
the sparkling wonder
that originates upon your eyes,
such is the moment of
ecstasy that, let alone us,
even all non-human forms
realize from you,
and your concomitant smile,
what true joy looks like
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
The Sovereign of Songbirds
Has been roused
Emitting layers of harmony
Borne of exultation, borne of woe, and
Reverberating in the Key of Elysium
Let your dreams guide you.
As the fulgent daystar
Dawns upon your starry spirit,
The musicality, the euphony of amour
Will abide within.
Soar unto the stratosphere,
For the limitlessness of flight
Belongeth to
The earthen vessel waxing ethereal;
Furthermore, it is only achieved through self-transcendence.
Ye are Children of Manumission;
Therefore, fulminate from sea to shining sea
Until the obsidian of hate
Descends into Magisterial Oblivion
Arising anew as The Element of Freedom.
The Requiem of the Revenant shall rise,
The Maw of Darkness will fall;
Ultimately, the Paean of Light will
Resound upon the four corners
Of the Terraqueous Mother.
(Se' lah)
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 4:22 AM UTC
Languid light fell eery through the fulgent fog bank.
Crows called, wheeling in the glare.
We swing on rubber and chain
taking turns calling back
the chattering challenge.
I do not falter as your fingers find mine
while we walk, shoulders brushing.
Framed momentarily
in crunching autumn leaves.
For a while, I am completely happy.
Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 9:26 AM UTC
Doldrums stuck mind wafting lifelessly in time
Vigiling on what went wrong and was what I did right
Virulent thought’s had left me in reticence
With a wistful face I sat
Her bellowing pulchritude her mellowing soul
Her gleeful eyes her mirthful tone
A face more per fulgent then a thousand glow worms
Time slumbering though; Over turning sand clocks
Slowly perspiration leads to aspiration of love being deplumed
Affectations of love, Affectation of lovers
The infallibility of love, Inane for some profound for others
Smitten by the flaming arrows
Golden years golden times
Soon taking the color of a withered leaf
I have deciphered life, i have deciphered self
I have deciphered everything from rainbow to elf
But no wind so great to create the music in the pipes
It’s the love that comes through
So tell me how came it not come true for you too…
p.s
written on a sleepless night ... pensive and lustfull
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 1:59 PM UTC
Blinded by your beauty,
Struck I am of the glow
From fulgent your eyes;
Deliver me to salvation
With your kiss!
Scared; must you be,
We are going to be one.
The Moon and the Sun
Will meet on the Horizon!
Take my hands and feel
The chasm - of heart's emotions...
Inspired by Marc Terenzi's love song: Love to be loved by you.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
Floating
engulfed in penny light
the coppery-brine amalgamation penetrates my mouth
swallowing
viscous globe of blood-riddled ***
the shards of shell
spines split by the tide
echo my sentiments
current eschews shallow alluvial grave
cognizant cicumvolution
ambient gyre
diffuses carapace shrapnel into my calves
gulls enigmatically screech-stripped
slap briny padded patterns into the shoreline
pausing only upon my primal glottal stop
toes curl about inundated sand
clouting divets shift
dilatory run – slammed inert by invariable wave
cochineal effluvium plumes lilt
crepuscular rays refract further distortions
Neath the water I blindly ***** my body
Ridged projections jut from smoothed flesh
Puckering at my own touch
I sink beneath atmosphere
liquescent folds embrace promptly
I drop beneath chaos
Bare palm dig into viscid terrain
rung after rung demanding presence into the depths
I claw forth onto a sand bar
emerging
shard flanked form
eyes blazing
cuticles numb
pulse flit
patina of blood and grit
Fulgent tread propels
Upon shore
I walk back to my residence
A warrior - mortal
plated in copper and brine
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
Where does man, where does woman, where does beast go
When slumber dawns upon their fleshly vessel?
When the twilit sky bleeds into a stygian veil?
When the musicality within begins to take psychosomatic form?
I reminisce over the eventuality that stirred my burgeoning.
It quaked my lucubrations, my excogitations, intellectualizations;
Ye, The Incendiary Phoenix Flame billows within. Rebirth awaits
every anima forged by The Apotheosis of The Astral Flame.
The doughty firebrand in me shalt nought surrender,
The Gaian Warrior within shall ne'er be forgotten,
And my reverenc'd doubts shall be undone.
O, whence all incredulities have been uttered The Leadings of Lovelight shall prevail. The Vestige that once ravaged my remembrance shall vanish into The Magisterial Tides of Oblivion,
We are all one with the Blood-Tinged Oath, The Fulgent Daystar;
He, exhaled eternity into the souls vexed by mortality.
Underneath the Sun:
There breathes an azure vista.
What lieth above our aethereal aegis has incited inquisitiveness aeons aforetime
Open your hearts to the cosmic currents, the transcendent torrent,
The Communal Oneness of The Primal Phantasmagoric;
By that One,
For all time we were summoned.
Question what lie before to be spirited away.
Listen to the arcadian zephyr whisper
Through in, through out your every breath. Trust, the Sanctity of intuition.
Coloring the Changing of The Seasons.
The aqueous dew throngs upon virescent leaflets,
A fulgurant surge fulminates
Upon The Celestial’s bedarkened sky.
Red- Shift Existence: evidence, upon which a system of belief expands, under examination
Therefore, it is our duty to ponder the Legacy of the Sages
That we might unravel the esoteric secrets
That function as a key
In gainsaying, in overturning The Lock of Fallacy.
Finally we gain understanding, we acquire wisdom
Altering our cognitive trajectory.
What is Life,
What is Love,
What is Divinity,
Without creativity?
Without imagination?
Without vision?
We must all surrender to
The Sacral Expressions of Omnibenevolence.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC
***Monday, November 11th, 2019
The pain in loss can be a deleterious scourge, undoing all the threads of light embedded in the heart. Who am I to contend with the ethereal tides of the cosmos? A juvenescent soul enrapt mine entity for but a moment, yet, soon thereafter, he was gone. Vanquished by the Winds of Undoing, he may never re-alight upon my soulscape; however, I must go on. Let dreams illumine the fulgent irides you are starry-eyed to see.
I must trust that all things are working out for their highest good. In me are all the answers that I seek; we are our own nexus to transcendence. Will I ever see him again? I am without certainty, but I shall arise triumphantly. Tears may yearn to cascade my countenance, but I will waxeth impregnable apropos of the deluge of sadness.
Who am I? I am the emblematization, the insignia of love. Christ truly abides within each one of us. If I am to truly attain my Apex Monumental, I must undergo tremendous sufferings; therefore, ne’er fathom that suffering is thine undoing, ―tis your making.
Press onward valiant warrior, love shall open every doorway. One day, thine Ultima Thule shall manifest itself before your eyes; moreover, the patriarch you never had shall be found in the Arbiter of Fates above. Never give up young one, for you are aeonically loved. Wisdom, Love, Justice, Power and all the virtues vested in this cosmos shall teem within thine vessel.
Sanctity is perhaps a notion, a theistic & ratiocinatively deific dogma. I fathom it an inordinately exclusive fallacy that maketh one feel holier than his brethren. Was any man or woman foreordained above any other? And if so, were they given not a privilege, but a duty? An anointing means one is set apart for a higher purpose, not a lionizing gasconade.
“He who dares to teach must never cease to learn.” It is true that the erudite has immense gift, but they likewise carry profundity of mandated travail. In each one of us, lie the answers we seek; therefore, we must introspect & retrospect in order to circumspect. We must search and seek, in order to find. Let the one who knocketh, have it revealed unto them, have it opened.
∞(Se’ Lah)∞
Excelsior Forevermore,
Sanders Maurice Foulke III**
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 6:43 PM UTC
raise high, the roof-beam
mounting the fiery stream
burning the windows, burning
the death-devout silence,
burning the disquiet on the pyre
of ourselves — darkly halved,
lightly complete; the operant
rose is ready to roam the immortal garden and no petal will perish,
no moan of thorn will be heard,
raise high, the roof-beam.
your lifest breath and all that is not,
emerging supreme against all
smallness and rotund, no bells bellow
the bickering name, or the defunct
subterfuge of O God dancing to
sew His name augured. raise high,
the roof-beam the monolith of your
body's never-ending groove
waving me across all the world
no sojourn could annul — once
mortally blessed and twice naive.
it is our rite of spring, what the wind
wields a strange horror's sound summoning a dark-trilling raven.
waters princely kneel in the sheer
dark's afterthought when my clothes
fail me evermore. it is our life
singing separately: morning, and the divided evening. the knowledge of scepter is passed on to the ignorant
now all-knowingly removing all dress
and the glint of crystal-moments.
raise high, the roof-beam, o luminous ire
fulgent light and our foetal coil
an angel to whisper an arrival
from the fall, the roof-beam, raised
high forever.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
Remember our spontaneous trip
You saw the star that borrows light from the sun, full and fulgent
You asked me to go nearer
For you know my love for the moon
I saw the way you looked at me instead of the sky
That was the moment
Our eyes met
You got close
Our lips met
*The wind
The light
The road
Eyes fluttering
Your lips
The beauty
The ecstasy*
I fell
But you see there was this sadness too
Knowing when this is over
I won't just see the moon on normal nights
But I'll taste your lips and remember how we once were
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
Darling, you hide sometimes like stars behind water droplets of clouds. They have no choice but sit silently and wait for clear sky to expose their fulgent art. Maybe God illuminates the dark space with their light reflected in the water surface of clouds so every star can see her devoted lover from previous lives who exists somewhere in the universe. Maybe stars need their light to drink it to stay young forever. Maybe in this glacial mirror they need to see their affectionateness and beauty. Stars also need self-love. They deserve to be happy as every small and big creation in this world. And when you need space, you need to find your inner charm, warmheartedness, fondness between lonely ghosts because you may not love yourself like I do love you and you do not trust my impeccable vision of you in my eyes. Darling, I will fill the dark space between your doubts with your own light. You need just yourself in this life to be happy. Maybe you plan a perfect love crime to take my breath away, breath lonely like you this evening. Maybe you perform farewell rituals in the temple of dead dreams to forget about fears and sorrows left by lovers who suddenly left you in the past with poisoned arrow in your heart. Maybe my promises of love are not enough to make you feel safe and you run away for a moment to make sure I am truthful with you even if your behaviour is hurtful and I see your shadow naked in the daylight. Maybe you learn antique secrets how to open your soul for love beyond your imagination because we discover unknown territory between man and woman what makes you feel shivers and fever in your bones. Maybe you need space to help me transcend all my illusions about selfless love and it is the gift from the enlightened part of you knowing better than me what love is. Maybe your silence is a gift. Maybe you run because you think you love me more than I do and pride is your guide. Darling, peace and war in my heart in pair. All clocks in my home lie in shreds. My heart doesn't know time. I am your eternity. The willpower mixes with tears when you disappear. But baby, I'll wait for you forever. I know dear, I know. Stars sometimes hide behind the water droplets of clouds.
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 11:59 AM UTC
the idle mountain of laundry
in the corner smelt of saltine sweat
a shadow deliriously starved
on the bedraggled linoleum
simmer of onions, the feral trample
on iron, there is a proper pang
in admittedly blurting out
Never
Again
Are
We
To
Be
falling into the well of the ear
to surge anew, a slovenly love,
overcast of the body now gone
and only fulgent lamp-like brightness
unmoving in its resort
tells me something hazed
and invisible enough to be seen
yet painstakingly entering are these
reminders of the remainders - the only
resolute and reachable object
is this photograph of your
once bright smile
illuminating all mirrors
dizzy with the image of myself,
alone and bedimmed
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
I want to write about skies so blue that every square of heaven sighs
I want to pen about flowers and trees and little scurrying rabbits too
Down in the meadows I will lay my head and invent stories for you
Poem after poem sharing dreams and hopes while scrying the skies
I want you to imagine the flavor of my peach by the noon day sun
I want to share the incensed room of my aspire when dusk is done
Up on the hills where the emerald grass glistens with fulgent dew
while the epigraphs of my mental etchings sit here waiting for you
I want you to be you and I want me to be me so we can both be free
to share our joys and pains and know that we are human, equally
I want to write about a sky so blue, that every square of heaven sighs
poem after poem I will write about everything that grows and flies.
Jul 14, 2022
Jul 14, 2022 at 6:41 PM UTC
i could write a novel in your silence
a story of sharp colors, cut clean to the bone
with a saturated happy that drenched our lone souls
maybe a story of hope, slowly pricking down my back
jagging over and over at the last pieces intact
or sadly a story of hunger, craving each fulgent pattern
until love dissipated into our indulgent clatter
your silence is my slow death
i suffocate in each thought you left
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 9:52 PM UTC
drifting in and out of the light
i'm greeted by something so very bright
hold me as i pass into the river of time
maybe i'll be held accountable for my crimes
and it's only right
so please hold me tight
i want to feel your warmth as i go
six crows
please don't be sad when i arrive
this is where we all strive
i know i seem low
but i'm so happy to go
i know you'll cry while i'm away
and that's okay
live your life to the fullest
because your soul is like a star, fulgent
i'm so dizzy
i'm so chilly
i'm so sorry
where am i?
where am i?
where am i?
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC
My dearest love,
you are pleasant
to my eyes.
You are
Rich honey, thick and sweet,
upon my tongue,
you are a
delightful composition
in my mind.
Your love emanates into me,
ardent and fulgent,
warmth to my core.
And so I pull you into my
ever open arms, to hold you tight
once more.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC