This poem is CUBE16 which is a form I created several years ago. The poem is based on a scripture verse.
If thou hast run with the footmen, and they have wearied thee, then how canst thou contend with horses? Jeremiah 12:5
Today seems hard
as chaos reigns.
Both fears and doubts
forge breakproof chains.
A time will come
when men will fear,
as danger lurks
and rushes near.
Travail draws close
and doubts beset,
as hearts perceive
a mortal threat.
Today perceives
that fearful time.
Approaching soon,
when dread will climb.
What shall we do?
What can we say?
We hope the fear
will rush away.
A look around
appeases not.
We covet cool,
but times are hot.
In Gilead
resides a balm,
remembering
delivers calm.
I call on God
requesting strength.
He steels my heart;
width, breadth, and length.
There's something going on around here, something special.
Something's being tossed in the bowl- (sort of speak). Something that to my likes, tastes and smells as good as any cheery pie, apple strudel, or creme filled pastry. I suppose it's in the air, or, in the soup, if I may say. I sense a great deal of trust, honor and friendship. I trust my gut and soul, for it is soothed and full of warmth. I get the feeling that it is not only I that feels this way. Let us continue to reap the rewards together for in which this community so much has to offer. But it is the "love" that embraces my heart every time I read a comment, poem, or story written by my fellow poets and poetesses. Yes indeed, there's something going on around here. Something that's addicting...and I'm addicted! I promise- to be just another ingredient that adds a little taste to this already very flavorful mixture of sweetness and seasonings from around the globe. Do you think the rain will hurt the rhubarb? "Not if it's in cans" my dad used to say". So, I will continue to add my rhubarb- can or not.
I hope it appeases you all...
Sincerely,
PS member
the molten ice cube
appeases the cayenne-tongue -
clemency of judge
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With poesie I sleep,
I rise with poetry...
I bathe in poetry,
I wash my wounds...
Poetry appeases me,
With poetry I feel dazzled,
with poetry I live my life... !
Always trust that God is existing
And giving protection to the World
All evils, He is very firmly resisting
Making His devotees highly bold
Prayer appeases God superbly
And His heart is melted by it
He who prays lives capably
As God makes him fully fit
Every word in a prayer is holy
As it reaches God who protects
Support comes from Him duly
Producing the very best effects
When our mind believes in Him
Our happiness is surely enlarged
He gives enormous power and vim
For peace, we are not at all charged
If our prayer is genuinely expressed
We are sure of getting Divine bliss
God is by all our efforts impressed
He will not miss to fulfill His promise
My dancing feet annoy the neighbors.
I click clack up the street at two a.m. sometimes.
Why does she do it? Someone asks my husband.
You have to forgive her, he lies. ”She sleep dances.”
This appeases most of them.
nothing needs be said
to calm the turmoil within churning
your voice sweet balm soothes
quenches my thirst
appeases the throbbing
wild inside my chest
its savage emptiness
that tears away in silence
merciless wildfire within
consumes my every fiber
can’t seem to catch my breath
I wait I wait and still I wait
calling out loud your name
still there you are
calming the ache
if only for a moment
feverish auras locking
in their sensuous tango
AP: 1st place 2021
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Pressure of dire times on dismal mind
Pushes the listless life in abyss undefined
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Perk up, parking the slumped soul on cloud nine
Placate the sagged spirit with holiday sunshine
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December 7, 2020
For Kim's Acrostic Play 2 Holiday Version
The gentle breath
Of sleeping giants
Sweetly murmur
In soothing rhythm
Calm and enticing
A soft tremble in the valley
A false sense of security
An illusion most welcome
Hours of peace to soothe the heart
Maybe temporary but
It appeases the nervous souls
Forests on steep mountain slopes
Tremble in their wake
The sun has set
It’s cast its shadows
As night descends on tiptoe
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 14, 2020 for contest STRAND SELECT P sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 2ND
The Past
Written: by Miracle man
11-29-2019
Each day finds some group whitewashing history,
The revenge crowd hide facts, to create a mystery.
But history not remembered we’re subject to repeat,
Those demanding eradication have their own drumbeat.
We change names on buildings, streets and schools,
But demolishing statues makes us misguided fools.
Some judge always appeases the motivated, whiners,
And the end result is, that we all become decliners.
We may change the narrative by altering the acts,
So future generations won’t know the true facts.
And demolish statues attempting from memory to delete,
But non remembering sometimes brings about repeat.
“You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest
that it leaves your arms to full to embrace the present.”
Jan Glidewell
A. Anarchy
Amber autumn aflame
An aroma of ash appeases the adamant arsonist; the artful anarchist
An audacious attempt at attacking back at our arbitrary accommodations
The ascended advocate us to abide as they affirm their advancement through annihilation
An abstract artifice, artificial affirmation of all aspects
Treated like an array of aliens in our allowed acropolis with the armor turned against us
Most amused with their asinine aspirations and amaurotic attractions
A few too apprehensive to argue and ask for an alternative, afraid of any altercation
But the agitated and annoyed assemble, ascertaining truth through awareness at every angle
Amateur acts of anger arise and accelerate, accompanying their adverse assault on our amendments
The alliance ablaze and amassing, anticipating an apocalyptic ambush
Absolution remains absent and anger becomes anxiety among those abandoned
The affluent assure abolishment for the average and all under
How fragile is life?
One minute we smile,
the next we grieve...
taking with us all vanity,
which is worthless gold!
How fragile is life?
Be aware of the one
spreading hate to defend
the hypocritical creed:
your existence means little,
or nothing to him who seeks
blood to sacrifice any life
that appeases his god.
How fragile is life?
It's a very delicate flower
swept away by a violent storm,
which can quickly erase
the incredible beauty not seen
by the eyes pursuing death!
If nobody gave you a sentimental flower
to express how he felt inside:
accept this rose as a promise,
listen to it in flowing prose...
and stare into the eyes of this admirer
who proclaimed you the one he chose.
No other flower is nobler than a rose,
such lines he decided to compose;
and his amorous verses hide surprises
to enhance it with perfect rhymes.
If wealthy men can only offer sapphires,
I offer skies ablaze with pretty sunsets
and serene nights twinkling with stars:
choose the one who appeases desires.
No other flower is nobler than a rose;
how gallant he seems while he bows,
and charmed by your graceful pose:
he will immortalize you in his poems.
The sky is blue but dark clouds lurk underneath,
The harvest is done but the soil is still fertile beneath,
Darkness falls but it'll soon be day,
Monday is here but the week has six more days,
Taxi,bus,ship or train the destination is the same,
Boxers throw punches but it's still considered a game,
Music is noise but it appeases the heart,
Nakedness is seen as a taboo but appreciated as art,
Black, White,Asian or Indian we all have one life,
We are young now but we'll grow old and that's life,
The journey is long but be thankful there's a way,
I know you'll smile someday even though its not today.
Though the bodies lay heaped
in gory blood-lust mass
and piled upon vitriol every curse
for the count of corpses
and innocent lives ended
such savagery they inflicted, stirred them not
nor awoke one droplet of remorse
So it was to champagne cork
to scented bath and opulent comfort
they returned victorious
and in each agreeable inhumanity
praised a demonic ideology
tossed their victims bones
from the plateau of banquet
To each addiction of self aggrandizement
the flesh and entrails of someone else's love
trampled below the viscous boot
in cold and soulless
the elitism of wealth
scorned beneath the rubble the life of child
and counted none but themselves of any worth
Such is the unseen war
in distance so far removed from home
but still with Armageddons bloodstained flag
blows on the heat of screams and nationalism
and such is the filth of words
in ignorance and denial so listened to
appeases naught but the condemnation
of those who in hideous glee
consider themselves
above the law
and better than
you.
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