Appeasement Poems | Examples

Minerva

Wisdom, victory, justice, and law
worship you in reverential awe.
Aesthetics, commerce, and tactics thrive.
In you, compassion and peace revive.
Weaver of love and benevolence!

Mistress of music and medicine!
Peak of perfect poetry divine!
Serene with the owl of refinement
with snakes, you uncover appeasement.
Uprooter of roots of ignorance!

Though embellished with athletic might
like Juno and Jupiter, you're bright.
Your imperious armor and spear
erase from the cosmos evil's sphere.
Beacon of quick human cognizance!

Shock on us

What manner of vengeance 
As a stench invading fragrance 
The kind unlike princes and kings
Worthy to be denied pedestals and wings
To never be beheld when people look up
For it shall be bile in the people’s cup

A man who came in the Name of the Lord 
With strangling cords of extortion beyond afford
Turning against brother with straight face 
Next moment claiming piety without grace
Tainting our mettle and name
Making shame our claim to fame

What then shall we say dear brethren 
Be consoled that God watches from heaven 
And will save us with His Righteous Right Arm
But our due appeasement and charm
Must be our obedience and reverence 
That His Spirit saturates every conscience

For we have failed in decision
Logic, intelligence and wit now face attrition 
As life hands us situation after situation 
What to do with the observations awaiting interpretation 
Only surrender all to God in prayer
For to delve and to dare all proves too much to bear

K. Muitherero.

Confrontation

I'm okay, you're okay is a mask in the land of pretend.


Being cool as a cucumber is okay for cowards.
Pollens cannot always hide themselves within soft flowers.
Breaking from established norms is sometimes necessary. 
Why should minds be wrapped by a pacification airy?

Compromises and negotiations do not last long.
How long shall we, like logs on river water, shift along?
Shouldn't we, first and foremost, to our very selves, belong?
Why should our voice always sound like a challenge-less birdsong?

Humility, though a virtue, demands questioning too.
Within smiles of appeasement, feelings of grudge must not brew.
I need not feel I am okay, but you are not okay.
I needn't, yet, forget that each one has his or her say...

I must adjust when needed; I need not be a doormat.
Why should tigers feel as though they're negotiable cats?
Confrontations and encounters enable us to bloom.
Mere mollification will finally bring one's self-doom...

Five Haunted Men

Like The Cows in Joseph’s Dream
That garroted ones of gleam,
Five were disturbingly gaunt,
As I recalled in a jaunt: 
Blissful walk to a park
For a promised beer by Mark:
Men marine spirits did haunt
But still did me badly taunt,
Never ceasing to hearts vaunt
That they would Marine Types daunt…

“No! Don’t voice that,” I warned them,
Eyeing the one who was Clem
Repeatedly telling him
“Marine Spirits are dead grim!”
To often hold back a claim
That could, for life, make one lame:
My Appeasement of Spirits,
Whose calming is not by bits.

Magnetism

Some say love draws us near?
Fair enough, I guess – I'm happily married.

But fear rules the day on a much larger scale, 
the magnetic completion of opposites, making 
for wholes – the undeniable physics of greater society
which can't seem to break its grating bonds –  
 
Do we fear more the dark, or that which
light exposes in us?

Many admittedly buying and selling nearness, for temporary
safety or appeasement. Magnetism!?

The differing poles of fear and
love...hate and love – up comes 
down – in, an out process – God and
his man.... Oh were love a dominant
constant, permeating all society,
at all times!

Seeming, more often, outside of
theology and poetry, a myth of
the failed heart...a grade less,
necessitating the attractive quality
of heaven and hell –

Steps of Grief

Grief lasts for a little while.
Its hurt does beguile.
Nightmare’s fog released, ‘where am I’
A torrential fracture of the sky.

Indeed the steps, you can’t deny,
as you’re not ready to say goodbye.
You still feel the hand you held
Now two minds of loved ones meld.

Denial is a named storm,
thunder and lightning forms.
The rain will not abate —
racehorse is out of the gate.

Anger crosswinds erupt.
Sirocco cursings abrupt.
The perpetrator served on a platter.
Onto anyone in the way it will splatter.

Bargaining, a gutteral plea for a sign.
Oft comes from grieved with a deadline,
sans stopping to smell the flowers,
though abounding with blessing’s showers.

Depression though butterflies flit about,
scents and does appear with shouts,
the grieved only wants to hold her or him —
the unending longing for a loved one is grim.

Acceptance, in mind-numbing closure,
can’t think too hard…maintains composure.
One can talk about him or her with smile
The truly hopeful believe in a meanwhile…

Heaven is truly the last step of grief.
It is the only appeasement that brings relief.

12/10/2021

August Ending

The breeze cool and refreshing
 colors paled pastel exhibitors
 lipstick pinks, buttered yellows, creamy peach,
 alabaster whites, orange tangerine, wintery blues;
August cools ratcheting down 
 the once oppressive heat
 relief, respite, balming appeasement,
 comforting solace and escape
readying flesh and bone
 for autumn colors to return
 burnished bronze, pumpkin melons, candy corn mix,
 bittersweet crimson corals, mustard green cornsilk;
roan toasted grasses, 
 ready for winter sleep
 dancing in ivory discotheque
 escape to renewal and rebirth
as August nears the end.

Answering the Call

Truth can’t exist
in the absence of courage

Words of appeasement
—freedom denied

(The New Room: March, 2021)

Stepping Out of the Grave

You have to be immortal
to placate the gods

Time reaffirming
all memory of

Creation, destruction,
eternity looms

For those who believe
—appeasement exhumes 

(Calvary Cemetery: October, 2020)

Demonstrations' Heat

a fourstitch (quatrain), chain-rhymed
in response to global warming and climate change

Environmental agendas of the left
see such solutions left far behind
in the demonstrations of today.
The political climate is shifting.

“Peaceful” protests have left us bereft.
they are scarcely more than a blind
for annihilation’s holiday.
There are few signs of the smoke lifting.

Violence, fires, murder and theft
are the accepted answer we find
in angry, youthful, political naïveté.
Our moral climate in a fog is drifting.

2020 discovers our nation cleft
by childish fabrications designed
as name-calling, verbal horseplay.
The backwash creates wide rifting.

Eco-friendly debate was never adept
in the chaos of our fiscal disarray -
an appeasement for activists’ protégé,
and more stimulus? mere spendthrifting.

Fractured Days

Solitude is my only companion
My days are filled with quiet abandon
What fortune fell upon these days
To fracture in so many ways

Why is there a feeling of bereavement
What will it take to turn into appeasement?
Fair  or evil, it’s laid its claim
Destitute, dying, fortune, or fame

Whatever’s happened, whatever’s to come
The march proceeds onward with beat of drum. 
Are better days still yet ahead
Or are we trying, dying, dead

The world will keep turning with life or death
The price of humanity in our breath
Rise up to fight this with courage
Defeat the oncoming scourge

Together forever lifting your voice
Anyone, everyone; all have a choice

Sludge: An Update To Glitter

He looks down on me in his condescending way
    Without words, he pities me,
And without words, I accept                                                                             


He lives so thoughtlessly
   Lips searching for other pairs
Every word is loveless appeasement 
   And I, a desperate clinger


His motives are shaded
   Sly letters kept from my eyes
A symphony addressed to another woman
   And I, the bonne poire

He humors me with fake sentiments 
   Quieting me temporarily
Bereaved and alone
    I feel deprived


He’s tactless
    Walking with quiet arrogance
He who strings me along 
    I find it hard not to resent


His eyes dodge mine
   Shielding a passionless underbelly
I wonder how long he has loved her



                         Perhaps the less I know the better.

A Major Intransigence

A major intransigence these days:
when does life begin- conception,
fertilization, a beating heart- with
first breath- taken outside the womb?
How could thinking be so varied
on this disputed topic regarding life-
financial, religious, or political gains,
or even self-centered appeasement?
A major intransigence these days
about this gift- the miracle of life.


Sandra M. Haight

~4th Place~
Contest: Intransigence
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 07/22/2019

Intransigence. The state or quality of being intransigent
or refusing to compromise or agree; inflexibility.

Peace--

Peace--


Don't believe that the calm is sound?
A calm is noisy. a calm is round,
the calm is quiet beyond belief.

A calm is soft, however sweet.

I saw the mutual happiness of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned contentment.
Never forget the reciprocal and common contentment.
All along the enemy resents this
Pay attention to the appeasement,
the appeasement is the most zany social control of all.
An appeasement is wacky. an appeasement is humorous all tho,
An appeasement is buffoonish, however.
Are you upset by how dreamy it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the calm so hush?

3/21/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©

Chamberlain Falls

Refusing to fight the major war,
  the war based on principles,
  the one we can win

We’re forced to fight a never-ending series
  of political wars,
  ones that we can only lose

We’re trapped in the middle of Appeasement River
  and headed for Chamberlain Falls,
  terror awaiting in the rapids now ahead

Slowing down the current or rowing harder wont
  save us, it only extends the time of our demise,
  capitulation pulling us under toward the roar

As a country, we’re now in the middle of that river
  arguing over who has the water rights,
  arguing over whose paddle is best

Until we get off the river and back on dry land,
  Chamberlain Falls will continue to pull
     —and Armageddon will continue to call

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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