Nightly Wishes of Decadence

From my bedroom window

2010-03-17T18:05:00.000-07:00

The dew of last night is on sea of grass
My heart longs to dive inside
If only I were not looking from my bedroom window
The gentle branches, no match for the force of the wind
I wish I could could help fight along side it
If only I were not looking from my bedroom window
An innocent ant drowning in a lake on the leaves
If only I could save a life
But I am looking from my bedroom window
Just an observer
Just watching
Just waiting
To see what becomes of the sea, the battle, the life
From my bedroom window

-Yvonne-Cherie Jan-Jay Tabitha Taylor

2010-03-17T09:48:00.000-07:00

Brown

The brown sun-kissed arms of the little girls at play
The drip-drip-dripping of the lazy chocolate,
As it runs down your cone brown
Old shoes, brown, new shirts, brown
Brown sound of the click clacking of the departed train
The rich and bountiful brown land it's going to
The brown kiss goodbye and the brown wave from the window
Brown tears that fall onto the brown ground
The brown shriek of the tea kettle
That calls up very brown wails from the once peaceful brown baby
The brush that runs through sweet, smelling chestnut nut
That brown
The brown bliss of dressing up in all your mother's clothes and running to show her
Then tripping in those five sizes to big, brown heels,
Down that brown, wooden staircase
The brown heap of you at the bottom of the stairs
The warm, loving mother's hug that makes it all better
That brown.

-Yvonne-Cherie Tabitha Jan-Jay Taylor

2009-06-01T08:33:00.000-07:00

Amethyst Midnight

She stops
To stare in the mirror
A reflection of beauty or horror?
One dost not know
If a heavenly exterior, with a hellish soul
Shall be the one to set you free
Come!
Her eyes beckon
Windows to her soul
Or caverns of midnight
As she walks
The ground trembles at her presence
The need to be known
As effortless as the wind
Searching for signs
She is a clueless oracle
Yet none of the replies are relevant
She howls in the wind
To find her self
Yet the wind carries nowhere
To no one
And she is never heard

- By Yvonne-Cherie Tabitha Janjay Taylor

The End and Beggining

2009-05-28T16:53:00.000-07:00

Once upon a long dreary night
In the night i sat
The way a small girl sits
Her head tilted back
Wisps of hair fall
She reawakens from her solemn wait
To blow them away
From her face
Only to see the train
Rolling towards her
The time has come
And there is no turning back
She says a prayer
And takes a breath
Then boards

- Yvonne Tabitha Janjay Taylor

Drip

2009-05-21T18:25:00.000-07:00

time drips
watch as the melody drops
A silent bomb goes off in distance
kissing the serrated edges of the horizon
piercing the cracking glass
of which makes my heart
shattered many moons before
by one much kinder
hushed
in haste
swift and sound
you?
never
instead this is a slow painful occurrence
to surely wilt, as my heart dies
it breaks
as sure as time is infinite
the faucet countinues to leak
tic
tic

- Yvonne Tabitha Janjay Taylor

Fourth Night Poem

2009-05-21T10:20:00.000-07:00

This next one is in French, I am truly sorry to those who don't speak the language, but you can always put it though a translator =) ! If you have read the novel you will know the reason why this poem is in francais, if you haven't, you have yet to find out.

Ange (la jeune femme française)

La langue était notre frontière

Faites souffrir notre unifier

Battu vers le bas

Dans le silence

Gauche

Dans la matrice de la poussière

Marqué et meurtri

Faire mal et bloodied

Dos de morsure la douleur

Dans ma douleur

En ma douleur

Alors êtes venu vous

Tendu à moi

Sur la main et le genou

Rai à moi

Mots de la vérité

Mots de la foi

Mon ange administrant

- Yvonne Tabitha Janjay Taylor

As the content of my heart is poured on to this fragile page: Words of Wisdom

2009-05-21T10:18:00.000-07:00

world peace is a concept that is nice to imagine
but will never happen
if first we do not have
country peace
state peace
town peace
neighborhood peace
and mostly peace within ourselves
We cannot expect to stop world wars until we cease the wars within ourselves

- Yvonne Tabitha Janjay Taylor

Third Night Poem

2009-04-30T14:39:00.000-07:00

Stein

One reason

I continue life

The hope to be reunited

With my sons and wife

Until then I stay strong

Muster my strength

For I do not know

My waiting’s length

Desperate search

To find the truth

Though still weak and weary

Not in my youth

He told me what I needed

To hear

They were alive

She was near

Now my biggest fear

Unsheathed and brought to life

They are dead

My sons and my wife

Like the pieces of hay in the wind

My faith is strewn

My life now playing

The last note

In it’s tune

- Yvonne Tabitha Janjay Taylor

Second Night Poem

2009-04-29T13:57:00.000-07:00

Jews, Look at the Fire (Mrs. Schächter)

Deafening shrill

Splits the air

Sight of Hades’

Raging flames

Have mercy

Oh God

Save me

From misery

Blazing pillar

Guides me

By night

As it did

The Jews

Of old

Beat down

Raging flare

Inside me

Outside me

Silence

One more burst

Breaks the night

“Jews, look! Look at the fire! Look at the flames!”

The flames

The fire

Made to burn

Burn us

First soul

Then body

- Yvonne Tabitha Janjay Taylor

as the content of my heart is poured on to this fragile page: Words of Wisdom

2009-04-29T13:49:00.000-07:00

Believe in your self more everyday.
Always trust your gut feeling because it comes from your heart.
Do not believe your heart and your head are separate.
Your heart is just depicts the true longings of your head.

First Night Poem

2009-04-28T19:34:00.000-07:00

Moshie the Beadle

Whirring pools created starry eyes

Now down cast and trodden from failing tries

Cries and beckons to be heard

Tears now have his vision blurred

Remembrance of past actions

Dance in his head

Haunting him in wake

Preventing him from lying in bed

“All I want is for you to listen!”

Please answer my plea

They return cries

With nothing

But pity and mockery

“They think I’ve gone mad”

even the young boy

refused to believe

for such treachery

his young heart could not conceive

Left down trodden

In a defeated state

Yet what would they have done

Had they known

This man’s words

Held their fate

-Yvonne Tabitha Janjay Taylor

Explanation Of The Next Series

2009-04-28T19:25:00.000-07:00

The next series of poems are based upon a memoir by an author named Elie Wiesel. The name of the memoir is night and it is about the Holocaust. It is a memoir that I believe would enlighten and educate everyone and should be read by all considering its petite size.

Persistent, Sudden Rain

2009-04-28T17:49:00.000-07:00

Persistent and sudden rain
Tends to remind me of you
Beating at my door
Whispering to me
Tends to sound like a shout
Tapping my window
Drawing me in
Encouraging me to fly
Enveloping me fully
Caressing me gently
Yet and still
Everytime I try
Try to catch you
You slip through my fingers
Now matter how strong
Or suddenly
You come down on me
You just fall of my skin
On to the ground
Where I see you no more

-Yvonne Tabitha Janjay Taylor