Best Explicate Poems
This is a perfect winter night to tandem thyself with my sizzling nerves
Candle light stuns thy hips moving in wine-red skirt, penning killer curves
O’ watch our bed rose’s flame in moonlight, instating a scene of heaven
Bewitch all my hormones with your fervent lips, sipping glimpses of Champaign
Not the dressing but only the undressing would unveil the unanimous pleasure
Writing a simile is impossible to explicate the true sense of rubbing thou bare
Gripping my hands to thy hips, pinning thy legs, should it get thee so helpless?
Slow like a tide while I move in thee, thou woo me with thy yearning murmurs
Wine in your eyes sets the blaze in my rise, what else on earth is wise than this libido
Dun no why, while I race my insane moves unto thy pulses, thou ever gave a “Go”!
Cruising my fingers down across thy necklace, should it get thee so restless?
Like a roll of wheels, I keep banging with no pauses hoping something clueless
Is this a mission of flooding bliss unto the myriad nerves, in an act of gleeful fission?
I fall on thou with a feel of ousting a “Niagara”; thou hugged me with none between
O’ what a wonder, I am alive though, after halting my heart & glancing the heaven
Beheld I am mesmerized between your pleasing eyes sinking in the ocean of ******
Categories:
explicate, girlfriend-boyfriend, loveme,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
Your best investment lies in God’s hands
Which guarantee life, love and boundless care
Regardless of kinds and types of lands
Which your feet dare to walk without forking out any fare
In kind or slush cash
Men and women whose whims
Reduced at death to mere ash
In their temperamental and sentimental teams
Depending on their tricks or moods
Choose to dole out
In their woods
Filled with mood swing and doubt
Until to the core of your mind
Comes the realization
That in men and women
Lies neither your salvation mission nor determination
To bring to fruition the destiny
God in his purpose
Chose not in your mutiny or calumny
But from his original source
Because in the end only God has the wherewithal
To anticipate, explicate, facilitate, replicate success in your every need
Without under fire a retreat tactical or strategic withdrawal
To ensure that your dreams, missions, portions and options succeed
In addition, God loves you too much
To let you continue to fail
Within every critical touch or dream bunch
In your heart, your home or in your self-inflicted jail.
Categories:
explicate, poems,
Form:
Free verse
.
I saw her's at the
distance
I tried the whistle
It flew out like
tweety bird's
caught by sylvester
featherz and
all
hern soon
oke
choked
Hitherto
i whistle not
at fine
hers'
her's
lets lips
mine
not
*i ofttimes spill the nouns (the)hers
:>shemales; i meant, females..(did so ')
(the)shes
therefore I explicate and may the poetic astute
accept mine artistic license :) hers: females... 'period'
shes: the feminine plural ;) oh stop ,)
edvard'z lisp and *sensitive feel> (fem~i~nine)
^:uh wight guy ') her's: possessive
* oke^ hern: belongs to her e.g. her's, in the broader sence; 'twuz her decision I.e; the poet, can say "her breast were in mine maws", yet, wus it her decision that her breast were there(the 'terse' poet would need to explicate, cramming hiz lisp with unnecessary werdz)..but, if the poet (i exspecially)exclaimed; "hern" breast were in mine maws", hiz readerz intuitively would know, that 'she gave' her breast up willingly(her decide). If the poet exclaimed; "hern pussie wuz pink"
^('she' lets poet see it's
pink
etc.)
i pray there be shes reserving sum hern for mine
indulge....words...that's what i well i tried to meant ')
Categories:
explicate, analogy, imagery,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Could you imagine,
A face like that?
Created by the face of an angel
And modeled like fashion
For the damned and deceased.
A respected locksmith,
Drunk on insomnia and aging,
Kissing the pavement
With bare and busied feet.
The Brazilian beauty
Who prides herself as
The representative of blushing.
The one who catches the bouquet
By chance and
Throws it away before anyone notices.
But on a theory in a slip of time,
Before the extinct proposition
And an oddly proportioned new born,
Curls a quivering life form
In the belly of this woman so sweet.
Born from innocence and named Mary,
For the sake of Jesus.
She is not 36 nor is she 16
Yet she is at the fruitful age of 57.
And at 57,
This symbol of love and innocence
Is fumbling with the curiosity
Of breast feeding her unborn child
That wiggles and withers with frailty
Inside of her.
Dark wood,
Unimaginable line,
Where could you have gone
When the pages were as blank as the faces
And for the life of you,
You couldn't tell the difference.
Just say it.
Rip it from the tip of your tongue.
Show your taste buds no mercy and speak.
Grow.
Expand.
Consider the possibilities when
It appears there are none.
Enjoy the pain
And embrace all oppressions and oppositions.
Slumber in the smutty bluntness
Of a marital masquerade.
Quit it
Then keep it going.
Move the stones
And bend their broken subtractions.
Crack the indescribable aptitude
Of times motive for murder.
Explicate reason,
Smoke your lungs away,
Cry your eyes out,
And suck at the wastelands.
Categories:
explicate, adventure, allegory, angst, life,
Form:
Free verse
Lockdown over, I had to head to school
my pupils waiting to learn the golden rule
I got ready and put on that mask
following the health protocols is a must
How would I each word articulate?
and those whole lessons explicate!
***
Principals in their towers have their say
and teachers, Skills For Life, have to convey
So eager to see my pupils and join the classroom
no time to spend with colleagues in the teachers room
Just virtual wishes.. Love and hugs
and the joy of all the social media tags.
***
I looked weird, in need of a breathing space
with that mask and my glasses, nothing remained of my face!
High time I proceeded with the warming up
avoiding to preach or give a negative heads up
A perplexed look in my pupils eyes I could see
a strong desire to build in them a motivational esprit
***
Nothing has changed, me doing all the talking
in day dreams they seemed to be sinking
My voice in the void echoed, "am I speaking Chinese?
I'm afraid, these are but the English language abcs!"
'If you can't turn the page, burn the book'. "Would you please paraphrase?
not all at once, please, one at a time as always!"
***
"Sorry teacher, we didn't bring our textbooks"
I was maddened but they got nothing from my looks
"Teacher, isn't burning books wrong and bad?!"
I felt deeply disappointed but could nothing add!
I see you've been learning English off by heart!
and with revision you've torn your minds apart!
***
We are wise and curious, teacher! glued to our smart phones
learning from Peaky Blinders.. Breaking Bad.. and Game of Thrones!
I thanked God I was wearing that shielding mask
I could resist my rage and carry off the teaching task.
To my pen, a deep gratitude for such a relief
such a consuming task could make funny and brief.
Categories:
explicate, education, endurance, funny, teacher,
Form:
Rhyme
Seated alone; a room full of blank and emotionless faces.
The murmur on with unimpressive tones. Failing their attempts at using alliteration, morphemes, to name just a few. How can the educated, lack the simplest of appreciation? Life's little gifts, such as poetic beauty or powerful prose. Instead babbling on with mindless banter. Never scratching beyond, the rough exterior. Lacking the knowledge, even to explicate their products. Believing literature, nothing more, than words upon paper. Never to experience, the hidden beauty, within words exposed.
Categories:
explicate, appreciation, language, poetry, ,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Iridescence
intermingle
explicate
wriggle
& inspire
placidity
immaculate
prearrange
dedicate
& appreciate
accolade
amplify
achieve
affection
&bravery
intrepid
explore
galvanize
promise
& specify
symbiosis
relationship
cooperation
stipulate
& venture
shrewd
resourcefulness
recommendation
unpredictable
& corroboration
Obdurate
resist
persuade
endure
&reincarnate
acquiesce
argue
comply
quiet
& blissful
tremendous
tempting
teamwork
tantalizing
&bespoke
conundrum
intricate
wrestle
to nurture
solemnity
Written: March 24, 2023
1st place contest winner
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1202 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
explicate, analogy, appreciation, confidence,
Form:
Blitz
If your name is Bucky
you speak of synergetic and entropic systems.
If your name is Laotse
you speak of yang and yin.
If your name is G. Perelman
you speak of positive and negative smooth-structured elliptical souls.
If your name is Jaynes
you speak of right and left brained confluence and dissonance.
If your name is Bohm
you speak of explicate and implicating fractal-string orders.
If your name is Clay
you speak of Polynomial and Non-Polynomial QBits,
dipolar thermodynamically, electromagnetically,
binary and binomially.
If your name is Euler
you speak of metric form as prime relationship function,
where positive form emerges from double-negative right angles
in four equivalent dimensions.
If not,
sorry for misunderstanding.
If so,
sorry for our misunderstanding
your ecological economies
of prime Zeroism
love with synergy relationship.
Categories:
explicate, math, nature, philosophy, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
To kiss every star
With a whispered word from afar
Would not be enough
If I pulled off each petal red
From every rose bed
It would not amount to as much
To swim to the bottom of the sea
To search for every grain of sand beneath me
I could never prove to you how vast
Has grown my adoration
Nor how long it would last
This overwhelming fascination
If I could shout from the mountains as loud
As the intensity felt from my vow
I would not have voice powerful enough
If I could sing for as long
As I wanted... to continue this song
There wouldn't be lyrics enough
To write every word in order to explicate
It would never quite demonstrate
For I love you more than all of this
More than all the rest
And I hope only that I can show you
When you ask and I say yes
Categories:
explicate, love, i love you,
Form:
Rhyme
Pleasing music,
Be my favorite;
Move my body,
Entice my mind,
Rock my heart,
Describe my life,
Electrify my soul...
Revive these types:
Classical & New Age,
Rock, Metal, Goth,
Indie & Pop,
Industrial, Ambiental,
Trap, Techno & Dance,
Dubstep, Drum & Bass, Trance,
Chillstep, Darkstep, Hardcore, House,
Acid, Gltich, Electronica...
Depict my chronicles,
Revitalize and construe,
Fight the ominous,
Reveal all truths,
Relieve my pain,
Trace my past,
Portray my future,
Imagine my thoughts,
Enlighten the ages,
Express my sentiments,
Play my strings,
Picture my fantasies,
Characterize my spirit,
Explicate my realities,
Paint my inspirations,
Draw my worlds,
Recite my emotions,
Write my interpretations,
Communicate with silence,
Uplift all sounds,
Name the nothingness,
Convey my life...
Be my favored,
Soothing arts;
Move my core,
Touch my heart,
Illumine my mind,
Narrate my life,
Transcend my soul...
Categories:
explicate, art, emotions, feelings, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Please let my essence fumigate
And may my passion fascinate
Under this stone I liberate
Of hopes and dreams to integrate.
My song, my tears, they consecrate
A curse to all that denigrate
My oath tells truth to explicate
For unknown evils procreate.
To God, myself, I immolate
As there’s no ways to mitigate
This hole, I lie, you decorate
My spirit hopes to incarnate.
Categories:
explicate, appreciation, death, farewell, grave,
Form:
Couplet
I wouldn't be scant. Its codfish lies to pull ferociously all up in its cube. The forks stomped the ponies. Why did your
goodness lift our leaf? What do ideas ride like? You sound like that laugh. You persuasively divide. All obscene feet
straddled under his lingust. What is all over the drifting harpsicord? Exude yourself betwixt the calamity. I will be snoring
impudent cities. What is through that fatility? What is beside my heel? No fountain pens, please. I could be spitting
underneath your cognizance. Boldly you malnourish the fence. You usually ventillate. Bend your travesty. Thirty-five
damp beets are sophmorically trampled. You will run beside gods. You look like a surreal brevity. You will boil inside
caftans. I diddle. I shouldn't have been hopping beyond your vertebre. You will thrust along protests. The pedestrian left
by our digit. His rabbit accepts a serpent. His floppy money was hydrating with her heart. I love piston. Her list of fury
resonated next to the thunder. You smell like morse code. His slinky magical mirror was feeling all over my Swahili. You
will snap without tiger boots. You like waxy provisions. Hi, I'm a stormy panhandler. With your mildew were eight
blogging skaters. My philanthropy whisps like a plasma. Sufficiently I snap. You remind me of every neat-o flamingo.
You explicate mates. Drip your disgust. No car keys, please. A combustion tickles an insertion. Hi, I'm a cold cole. You
sheepishly evade. You finally exude. All your abyss' are belonging to us.
Categories:
explicate, confusion, happiness, introspection, life,
Form:
Prose Poetry
One Day of Knowing
Adam, my Adam, please come stroll with me.
Let us take another walk to the sea.
Come, my husband, the man of my dreams,
We can live forever with no blasphemes!
You named all the animals as God asked.
Eons flew past; you continued the task.
Never “alone” working with no adieu.
God’s right hand man; I am so proud of you!
Alone in the garden, when God went out –
I keep wondering, what was that about?
What was on the outside? I wish I knew –
Perhaps way back then…a dangerous venue.
Every yesterday walking side by side
In sync in the garden we two abide.
Millions of years living, immortal, shared.
God invented…giving to us; He cared.
Day after day together leisurely
We, walking with God obediently,
Free to eat of the Tree of Life and live.
Explicate that one, Adam? Come on; give!
Let us try the other fruit; we will not die.
The serpent said we would not. Let us try.
The Tree of Life gives immortality.
We will know good and evil, God’s specialty.
You said, before “Eve, do not ask again.”
We could be like God; come on let us win!
I am looking for adventure, if you please.
Life in the garden is a boring ease.
Perhaps I will taste that fruit without you.
Then, you will miss me for an eon or two.
Good idea, baby”— Now, I am thinking!
Beguile me again…these teeth are sinking.
Adam, oh Adam, I ate and still live.
It tastes delicious; this is yours…I give.
Yummy! Eve, I love your tummy…naked.
Yikes! He is unquenchable; love related.
What have I done eternity like this?
Never ending energy, a constant kiss.
My rebel spirit brought mortality.
Now, pain and toil, shall drive humanity.
Come on God; what is next? Please do something –
God banished us the Tree of Life; mortal life stings –
DEDICATED to the original EVE whose rebel spirit and convincing tongue brought mortality to both Adam and herself. Thus, the adventures of mortal man began and humanity became...us.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
May, 2010
Poetic form: Couplets
Categories:
explicate, fantasylife, god, tree, day,
Form:
Couplet
He always started his 1-minute video with the intro: "Turn to any page of St. Faustina's Diary, and you'll find spiritual gems, like this one!..." and then he'd read one of her quotes he'd chosen. Kind of like how this haibun is starting out with a paragraph... except he didn't conclude it with a haiku. What he did do was explicate her meaning --applying it to us today-- for 1 minute. Short and sweet, sometimes silly, but serious at times too. And he didn't just TALK. He acted out his point with scenery, characters, and drama. He made me laugh, as well as reconsider my values. Hey I read her Diary myself, but I learned even more from listening to this guy. I still need to tune in from time to time, to remind myself how to prioritize what's most important in my spiritual life. I actually didn't start bingeing his whole series until after it ended. It's hard to believe he's gone; I'm still in denial. I miss him although I never met the guy! But I believe he was an authentic kindred spirit among the believers of "Divine Mercy in my soul." Marc Massery himself was beyond a mere "diamond in the rough." His words of encouragement were clear, his charismatic style polished, and his sweet heart was genuine. His soul sparkled with the beauty befitting a jewel in the crown of Our Lady. So now I say, turn on any video of "Marc Massery's Mercy Minutes," and you'll find spiritual gems... because he's one.
True Entertainment
Amusing analysis
I watched every single one
Categories:
explicate, how i feel, life,
Form:
Haibun
I suppose,
implicit in any explicating form of evolutioning theory-talk,
a revolutionary verbing thesis
progressively implies mindful intention
assuming ethologically growing function
deepening and/or widening what makes and feels sense,
spatial and/or temporal,
some health-explicating and/or pathology appositional implicating purpose
beneficial and/or harmful to anthropoids,
to all Earth's living-organic Tribes,
to all Ego/EcoSystemic Earth,
to all Animus/Anima Souls,
Yang/Yin
Left/Right Earth Holonic Nature/Spirit interdependence,
optimizing therapeutic
co-investing ZeroZones explicate/implicate
for secular/sacred nondual
health-evolving
yet unfinishable
and unspecifiable
natural-space
for dynamically now-timed Vocations.
Categories:
explicate, culture, earth, health, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse