Best Elucidate Poems
As autumns of dear life, I endeavor to face,
Reminiscing in springs, memories I retrace;
Cognizant that splendor of seasons will end,
Seeking amends, life’s goodwill I befriend;
Resolving to shed grimness trapped in yore,
Discarding grievances, hatefulness I abhor,
Filling voids with wisdom of enlightened soul,
Welcoming endearment aging vibes cajole.
Harmony I shall hoist, to apex of its tempo,
Strumming mirthfully rhythms of tomorrow,
Freed from obscurity of yesterday’s shadow
Rejoicing with family on life’s sunlit meadow.
Hosting sentiments that elucidate life anew,
Ethereal I wish to woo~ revered, and true,
Pleading for bliss of heaven, eternal as time,
Living and letting live, in tranquility sublime.
Disavowing shackles of material, mundane,
Compassion I’ll chase of benevolent domain
Redressing incongruence, vying virtues divine,
Steering autumns of my life till values align.
December 22, 2022
Placed 3rd: Resolutions for 2023 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
purple tulips, the color of her toddler dress.
the leafy stems, her eyes.
the baby-blond hair, mom combs into a crest,
the sea will satisfy.
blond slowly turns brunette, tumbles
from Rapunzel’s tower, then gets shorn.
green waters, a dry oasis —
cerulean blue boundary.
open sesame with artificial drops.
wrinkle-protected eyes.
ears can’t hear what others say.
deaf and blindness make her appear wise.
guttural sounds - huh, eh, hmm.
smiles and nods as the tongues of the young,
like trumpets in her ear, elucidate their troubles.
she’s ironed out hers. they still exist.
still, she knows the outcome.
sediment of the sea shelled out to the deep.
sand sifts through her fingers.
sandcastles wash out, but i see
children carrying shovels and pails.
some have leafy-stem eyes and baby-blond hair.
3/6/2021
Written: November 23, 2025,
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Verse rises beyond the leisure emblem
It helps to guide the spirit—
A murmuring wind snakes across the heavens
Where yearning and honesty meet
Under the confines of a single line, twist and whirl.
We do not reign over the subtle craft of words
Still bright vessels carrying a load of melancholy facts
Rich with the tight grief of living—
Scripture is useless to tackle the pandemic
Avoid using contrasts to hide your feelings
A way to cope with it—the ink shuddering
That discrete burial.
A poet is beyond being a word nerd.
Neither a rash historian of the art of poetry.
We shatter the ordinary—
aspiring to the nirvana of heaven.
Unwavering in the face of the smell
We explore the remnants of society
Discern the divine from the false—
Cast also aside the sustenance fed to our tired souls
With soaring constructions of meditation.
Our words are beyond typical
They are agony palimpsests—
Gold imbued with the spirit of creativity
Every revelation is a beat in nothingness.
Every sign we remold is a critical web of intention
We write not to impress—
We liberate the spirit by sharing concepts
We aim to elucidate our true convictions
Against prejudices we crave to combat—
Being different helps us to combat stigma and create unity.
Poetry challenges the mundane—
It is a flight with avid sensitivity and bravery
Verse stretches beyond what makes sense
It captures the morning beyond words—
which rises from our innermost soul.
When the world cries for a solution
We present a riddle.
When it pursues joy—
We provide a gloomy glance
When it craves order—
That is an aspect of reality.
Our aim is not comfort
We come as one, set to rise from our slumber
To turn the sorrow into something aesthetic
We show the complex quilt of ties.
To be the Nereid, static against a tempest
The heron, draped in the dawn misty veil—
Soars a calm bird at the core of the turmoil.
THE RADIANCE of WORDS
T’ward darkened stage a spotlight throws a beam
Bright circle draws rapt focus of each mind
Now witness to a world newly defined
Of entities that live within this gleam
In theatre of life that may seem dark
Or filled with views chaotic and confused
A word can fix a focus to infuse
A sense, bringing illumination stark
When those of language currency may wield
Words purposed to deny a picture fair
But cast dark shades of turmoil and despair
By which truth is distorted and concealed
Then let the poets’ lucent words cast rays
To brighten and elucidate our ways
My own words
My own desire to acquire
For only a quick glance
My heart has seen enough to dance
I seek that which the heart cannot see but feel
Then again what the heart desires eyes can see
I exult still to that victory already achieved
I pursue to that which is not yet attained
Indebted hence lacking
Relentless, quietly seeking
The essence of my being gazing beyond the depths of destiny
A longed for desire pursued
A longed for desire searched for
I die to self and linger
Time I seek, time lost
A child's cry is hastily attended to
soft sobs of an infant quieted by a warm embrace
By my own words
I elucidate and narrate that which lies within
Some people say the meaning of my name is Good citizen
and some say it means Good daughter but there is a pitiful
story behind my name,I have been mistaken for a boy
because of my rare name,since my childhood and I often try
to elucidate the meaning to my new friends who wrongly
pronounce my name;It is a genderless name actually
15 syllables per line
Jan-16-2017
For the contest What's in a name by Silent One
what'll ya have?
Bring me a poem,
raw or cooked -
bring me some verse
in a book or a file
to sit and savor a while
my brain's a bit sedate
'n' craves a line of thought,
a blue-plated special bought
to elucidate
some observation or
piece of life
maybe crisp with line
both terse and sublime
my tongue's thirsting
some stanzas bursting
with beautiful poignancy
to wash it down, joyfully...
and bring a toonerism Spoo please
© Goode Guy 2013-04-03
for those unfamiliar...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spoonerism
Admire the art of the masters
Or a hand carving in alabaster
One can only gaze in awe
The genius that must befall
Why fuchsia rather than red
Or bronze as opposed to lead
Their choice however unique
Originality is what they seek
Read a Pulitzer Prize winning novel
Certainly one wouldn't grovel
Held captivated by it's precision
The writer's words were his decision
Why elucidate instead of light
Or redolent rather than bright
The choice however unique
Impressed more readers to think
Listen to your favorite song
You might even sing along
The structure of words and notes
Causes one's thoughts to float
Ask why didn't the tune go this way
Or change lyrics to read that way
Their choice however unique
Is what caused their song to peak
Now read a poem written by another
Open your mind to discover
Why question their means of expression
It has obviously left an impression
How each expresses their thoughts
For the better or for naught
Their choice however unique
Is the difference that they seek
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Behold the sky a moon yonder with family tonight,
You and me sitting afar, with stir heart tonight,
Drifting air, warm breeze embrace and gone away,
And who’d be my crony, confederate, chum tonight,
You wasn’t fair creature of a hour,
Can’t I explain and elucidate the truth tonight,
Flower of Love and gabfest with you,
Is a piece of pleasure and calmness tonight,
If your shadow be in the smoke of cigarette,
Let I ignite this poor companion tonight,
Drowned in amativeness of your abstractive love,
Will anyone narrate resplendent beauty of my lass tonight,
But, your reflection now faded from cruel moon,
Where did I go, whom I see tonight?
Say, how I could be without you,
You’re not here but Love is here tonight,
And I Shahid sitting on the shore of hope, stucked in estuary,
Might I be triumphed or die off tonight.
M. Shahid H. Chouhdry ©
Declarative mantras in tenacious pulchritude
reiterate the unbound verisimilitude.
The cohorts cannot comprehend the vicissitude.
Learning and judgments are encumbered in lassitude.
My thoughts are accomplished extemporaneously,
although they are all confronted adversatively.
Examples of life’s essences contrary to me,
adulterated by each potent adversary,
appear contiguous with each stark antonymy.
I seek honest truth from an external faculty.
I search for a scrupulous freelance authority.
Though time is quick, I seek this elusive entity.
I beseech your unencumbered intact allotment.
This installment will help elucidate my judgment.
Will supplies be exhausted in a fleeting moment?
Be munificent in this required fulfillment.
I have a strong need to elucidate my unfathomable love for
You,
named JAZZ
The improvisational sound of ragtime and jive.
Bop to the bebop of your rhythmic stride.
O what you do.
You,
named JAZZ
As I rouse everyday to harmonious sounds.
Melodies of synthesizers playing, sotto voce, with Caribbean tinkling drums in the back
round.
The speech of angels they say, basks in my head,
as I take in the symphonic aftermath of every lyrical word you've ever said.
Its all about you baby,
named JAZZ
A conscious need to grasp the soulful nature of your exemplary existence.
I find myself in lifes conservatory alone,
mindful of the studies orchestrated deep within.
Rhythms and beats, adagio and bold
Playing every note by ear as our souls overload.
Do you really know what you do?
Yeah you,
named JAZZ
Got me studying Musicology,
when it should be Phraseology.
Got me humming to a melody,
while paraphrasing unintelligently.
Cacology!
Thats poor pronunciation, if you don't understand.
Damn I'm still bouncing to the compositions of this mellifluent man.
I'm an astute sister, perceptive and wise.
Unmistakably creative in every word I devise.
But I lose control,
over you,
named JAZZ
Our hearts conveying beats per measure,
as they bridge between the gaps.
An opus of pure euphonic ecstasy
An arrangement of choral taps.
Can you see what I mean?
Incomprehensible I know.
But in this melodic finale.
His musical score steals the show.
A thrilling communion, with a primitive soul,
Fusion
between me
and you
named JAZZ
So now the tale has been told.
We live in a gap between two empty spaces
The space behind grew age on elders faces
The space in front carries the wake of our motion
Neither void can we ever truly perceive
Because the space between we can never leave
Yet we still try to elucidate
That empty and mysterious state
Prophets and photographs
Try to capture true future and true past
But words are forgotten and photos don’t last
Though we haven’t a hint of what we send our young to
Please try to travel sine metu
In the voids lacuna
We contemplate events
Because we can never leave the present tense
He’s seldom seen, he’s never heard;
in fact he is a ‘silent’ bird.
However, deep and awesome thoughts
meander through his brain, of sorts,
to linger in aesthetic ports.
He thinks – but doesn’t say a word.
Sometimes he’ll seek the fleeting Muse
to ponder on some subtle ruse.
Perhaps he’ll spend a year or two
and contemplate a notion new,
or start a scheme and work it through.
Elucidate? But he’ll refuse.
He’s not a cow, he’s not a horse,
nor came he from a feline source.
He is a bird, the ‘silent’ kind,
the one who has a massive mind
whose notions are so deep to find.
He keeps them to himself, of course!
~
For Janette Fisher's 'Holding out for a Hero' Contest by Charles Clive.
Can you elaborate?
When I insinuate,
Or elucidate,
The postulate,
Of the populate ,
To the proclamate,
And indicate,
An approximate,
When to inaugurate,
The officiate,
To delegate,
Or orchestrate,
Us to celebrate
The stories you have heard, sharing a bond between souls and companions.
The dances you have danced, lighting a friendship with every celebration.
The songs you have sung, harmonizing a spirit inside this wondrous land.
You the ash wood, the catlinite, you the porcupine quills and feathers.
You are the one who betoken the wolves, the lizards, and the black bears.
The smoke flows through your stem to my lungs as the wind flows through your feathers. You the ash wood, the porcupine quills and feathers, which elucidate the wolf.
You allow us partake in rituals, which reinforce our beliefs.
You remind me of the hardships I have gone through, the fight, the struggles.
You emphasize the joy and memories we have had together.
Take me to the content waves on lakes and the moon shining upon them.
Ease my pain, relieve me from my destitution, let me dispatch my ache.
Your smoke fills my lungs as I breathe in deeply, then to relax once more
Releasing the translucent swirls to soar in the midst of the starry atmosphere.