Down passion's path we were led
until we could march no more
With appetence robustly fed
exhausted to our core
I lie beside you in love's soft bed
your taste still touching my lips
With love's scent lingering in my head
into the world of dreams, I slip
Until morning’s light, the darkness sheds
your soft skin glows like fire
I kiss you again from toe to head
rekindling our desire
my trembling fingers reaching outwardly
through the umbrage of shadows
longing to feel your touch
my heart quickens beneath forbidden thoughts
as i thrust myself forward
in the pulse of my dreams
the quaver of my lips part in silence
to the kiss of temptation
appetence unfulfilled
November 27,2019
Pick A Title, Vol 11 - Kimo(3 Stanzas) - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Immerse under waves of ardent sunshine,
nippiness breath near spring clean weather, bring
endless hope, yearn fruit vine, her wee growth wing
touched by dramatic beauty, God's divine.
Distinguished master, ageless fervent sun
hangs temptingly, reaching natures sweeping
meadows, daylight beginning, retrieving,
renewing, reborn creatures one by one.
Cherry blossom graceful limbs bow, appease
budding spectrum of flora, storage pull
bees, as well as butterflies, taking full
gratification bowers sweet release.
Beneath benevolent sun, sky does drench,
appetence that only sunshine doth quench.
2/7/2019
Flipping through my lists of groceries,
I scramble an hour to pull into Walgreen's
for candles, herbal tea, foccacia, and...
do I have my vintage wine, a cork screw?
My fingers grasp a load of zen-like music
as my van rolls like a wind
under a hammock of stars,
guiding me to a cabin miles, miles away
for a weekend fling with the self…a quiet
revelry of wandering along the grassland—
a craving of my appetence,
while a universe implodes
into one electoral uproar's aftermath.
Posted 11/24/2016
After The Elections Contest
Longing
Longing,
Craving, coveting,
Aspiration, appetence, ache,
Desire, dream, distant, disgust,
Yearning !
Longing,
Inevitable, iridescent,
Memorable, mystic, magnificent,
Romantic, rapturous, revealing, riveting,
Wanting!
Written December 24th, 2014
For Dr. Ram's contest "Cinquain"
Awarded 1st place win
Prepared illusion is the offering;
you are invited to remain, sustain
your pre-ordained existence as you wish.
The cost is just your freedom--
non-negotiable, I fear, but then
our common heritage is that
which sometimes we call God--
something cosmic bouncing
in the foetal twilight of our brains.
It may be envy of an innocence
that some will hold
fast to their breasts, never tasting
the largesse before us,
never wise as we, approaching
spirit delectation sensibly
with appetence forever unresolved.
Perhaps the church is right;
creation acts ex nihilo,
for even chimera presents
its shining mental child
amidst the atoms of the mind
irresolute to celebrate its own.
As for the mind, it too
shrinks from the questions
of its birth. There are no answers
and the feast serves questions of its own--
those as well, illusory. As such
I may be pardoned for my lack of faith in God.
My words are product of an emptiness
conterminous with me.
The good news is
I have some timelessness
to deal with that.
~
I don't know where I’ll be,
when who ever buys my book to read.
I was just writing the date on my new
notebook, and these thoughts came to my mind.
Sometimes when I'm going over some
writing I see the date on the paper,
and it brings me memories of
how I felt at the time when I
wrote those poems ,
Those notes, they have the flavor
of me. My intimate thoughts my most
saddest and happiest moments of
my existence
My poems my notes my
stories and my hands, they are one.
One memory in all together.
The way my hands clinch my
writing my every move of prose
I don't know who
Will want to read the writing coming
from a stranger a none-known poet.
From lonesome I, no one
knows who she is
I cherish every letter,
word and phrase my hands have writting.
Because all of this has been to me a wonderful
companion of my lonesome life of appetence to feed.
Copyright©ElenaToledo2008
I drive an appetite that never tires;
A gaping heart engulfing all it seeks.
I own a will that constantly misfires;
A mind subverted by its own critiques.
I navigate the valleys and the peaks
Of life's complex terrain with clumsy cheer.
Not prone to many extroverted streaks
I am the man that likes to disappear.
The common coquetry that love requires
Imbues no flush of passion on my cheeks.
I need a discharge from the jolted wires
Of hunger, or a sparkle from mystique's.
Cosmetic valentines are dull antiques
Compared to appetence which has no peer.
I know the damage disappointment wreaks;
I am the man that likes to disappear.
In solitude the social self expires,
And something in that swathe of silence tweaks
My maddened matrix with judicious pliers
To harmonize the inner strife that shrieks.
As loneliness begins its pangs and creaks
Against the bars that keeps its cravings near,
Denial is the only guard that speaks.
I am the man that likes to disappear.
Sporadically a rare disclosure sneaks
Around this skilled, theatrical veneer.
The man I am appears in tiny peeks;
I am the man that likes to disappear.
Raining again, it
sounds against the tin above;
I listen alone.