Chahat se zyada ab,
Zarurat ban gya hai tu
Pehle hissa tha meri duniya ka
Ab meri puri qayanaat ban gya hai tu
Pehle wajah tha mere hasne ki
Ab meri muskurahat ban gya hai tu
Pehle sukoon deta tha
Ab meri rahaat ban gya hai tu
Pehle pyaar karti thi tujhse
Ab meri mohabbat ban gya hai tu
Translation:
More than appetency
Now you are a necessity
You were a part of my world
Now you are my whole universe
You were a reason to smile
Now you are my giggles
You provided peace to me
Now you are my comfort
I used to love you before
now you are the love
inextinguishable
is your appetency
for what you suspire
you feed on this drug
to make life passable
but by the same line
that educes endurance
it will transport
inevitable death
Dec 10. 2019
If you Live by the sword, you die by the sword poetry contest
Sponsored by Silent one
Rest my anguish, PLEASE! .
SAVE ME NOW from the awry life fate has summoned.
Grant me parlay, auspicious hope.
That my atrocious life may be pardoned by tale of good will. I will assuage by healthy distraction, that makes way a brighter tomorrow.
I have though, but one appetency.
Lust for resolution from my medical confines, that people would harbour me fit and measure me beyond my physical constraints.
That I may allure an honest man or by least live an honourable life and absolve my sin by selfless acts, that in death I may be restored whole.
Contest: Crazy As Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Date: 02/11/2019
Auspicious notion losing momentum to perilous times of trauma and travail from Anguish churning through streams of Atrocious thick mud brewing up storms of grime
peculiarities drawn from condemnation of core greed grasping through amassed oppression firmly set to vanquish the Allure of fame and monstrosity.
Serene ambience to Assuage pain of Awry disappearance underneath facade result of Appetency for curious hope of light leading to an everlasting outcome
joggling amidst wanderers to Absolve power prowess of doomy bout of flames as time of reckoning spews toward a mysterious pillage of casualties.
November 1, 2019
Crazy A's Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
She had an atrocious way about her
Even when things went awry,
She kept her anguish to herself
If I had the power to assuage my own feelings of worthlessness
To absolve myself of any perceived wrongdoings
I might enjoy her magical allure
Oh, wait, she has deemed me an auspicious opponent?
I have a tiny appetency to center my wagons and take her on.
If she was not so unpredictably worthy and self-confident
it would be an easier decision.
She comes toward me with her all-knowing power.
I shriek and run off in fright.
Written October 31, 2019
Contest: Crazy A’s Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
There is nothing I would not do to assuage
all in you slipping deprived and love awry.
I focus my wishes to diminish your anguish,
to remind you of our perfect designed kisses;
their puckery allure secured our lover’s map
and tapped our wants to ever stay like that.
As a thief, your pessimism slowly robs all
that only tomorrow’s motive may absolve.
Please think of time's appetency to prove
atrocious growls and fussy scowls reduce
to absolutely no substantially lived truth.
I want more romantic years of auspicious
sunrises that entwine you with optimistic.
Angels observe in un-articulated anguish from above,
anxiety afflicted by appalling accelerated ambition of the aggregate
that redefines the archaic, apocalyptical allure
driving humanity to its brink of active self annihilation;
those moments of antiquated adversarial abstractions
when history goes awry in its accursedness
revels the atrocious alienation of poverty ignored,
that hidden appetency wherein
the very acquiescence of its anticipated allure,
blinds us in our astigmatism that can anesthetize living well;
the assuage ascendancy of life's pain and amplified existence
briefly lingers, dies
as we absolve ourselves with abstinence
surpassing the more auspicious moments lost
when we could have been assertively aggrandized,
to become
more augmented humanity.
for John Hamilton's Crazy A's contest
10/30/19
1. Anguish 2. Awry 3. Auspicious 4. Atrocious 5. Assuage 6. Appetency
7. Allure 8. Absolve
Alousius was a most auspicious bird
He was also a bit daffy and wacky
And constantly went awry and absurd
As a bird one might say he was absolutely atrocious
And his appetency of eating rotten week old berries
Gave him the worst possible case of halitosis
Oh How! he did anguish the blue birds next door
That fell from their perches every time he exhaled
Emitting an odor that was completely obnoxious for
Any bird's friendship of his allure to be availed
How could he assuage this most delicate dilemma?
With great gusto he would absolve to reverse his song
By inhaling on the exhale which was quite a "problema"
He would absolve the stench like crimes to become one who
Soon was known as the famous rare species of legend's throng
As the ooooooOOOOOOHCOOOOOOooooo Cuckoo
I have been told, when I use the compute it always goes awry.
I have been told, do not blame the computer it is just a crazy machine.
I have been told, do not anguish over my typing.
I have been told, if I dream and assuage about my words I will feel better.
I have been told, I must absolve my fingers from my mistakes.
I have been told, to just talk to my fingers but they will not listen.
I have been told, I should not hold atrocious guilt when I do not win.
I have been told, I need to absolve myself and try another contest.
I have been told, there will always be another contest to enter.
I have been told, my appetency to win is what keeps me going.
I have been told, it is all about the allure of poetry that keeps me writing.
I have been told, true writers love to write.
Date: 10/27/2019
We live to absolve the sins of the past.
To assuage the guilt of the hurt we caused.
When appetency overrides wisdom.
How atrocious is the self when centered.
And evils allure tempts the unwary.
When life goes awry and you're all alone.
The anguish of it makes you swear out loud.
Yet difficult times can be auspicious.
With a little luck you can make it big.
If you find the gift hidden in the dark!
date:10/25/2019
contest:crazy A's
sponsor:John Hamilton
BLOODLUST ca
The allure of her was strong and enticing. As he stealthily stalked her, he could feel the appetency rising heavily in his mind creating thoughts he could not assuage. He quickly crossed the street and walked hurriedly up the block, all the while keeping her in sight. He crossed the street once again and ducked into the nearby alley. When she approached the entrance he viciously grabbed her and dragged her into the dark, dank, putrid confines and began to assault her brutally. After committing this brutal attack and leaving her, not knowing if she was dead or alive, he suddenly felt a certain onslaught of mental anguish. His ability to make sound decisions with clarity of mind had gone awry. His atrocious act was less than auspicious for her. Once he had committed this dastardly, heinous act of violence, he went to the nearest church for confession hoping the priest could absolve his vicious act and save his soul from eternity in hell.
23 October 2019
For the contest sponsored by John Hamilton
Absolve us all of anguish
When appetency goes awry
The allure of the atrocious
Can take precedence over the auspicious.
Nought can assuage the anxiety of abomination
Flowing from such appetites
Ancillary to our basest desires.
Saying amen leaves us
Aghast at our arrogance
Adding to our aggravation
Acquittal comes from abstinence
And not from avarice.
MEA CULPA(CA)
It was an auspicious occasion;
The wedding of the year.
And, afterwards, the guests murmured
Aaah!
When I told them how,
At our very first meeting
I had fallen for your allure.
So how, after so few years
Has everything gone awry?
How has love turned to anguish?
You don’t need to answer.
I know you have no appetency
For discussion.
The fault is mine alone.
Nothing can assuage the guilt I feel
At my atrocious betrayal.
It happened only once,
And I was drunk.
But that does not absolve me
From responsibility.
I cling to the hope
You will one day forgive me.
I love you.
20th October 2019
Crazy A's contest
Sponsor John Hamilton
Absolve me from these sins you have placed before my feet
I can never be free from the way you look at me
Were my deeds so atrocious
Will you never see beyond the past
For me it was a different lifetime
For you the allure of days gone by makes my every mistake
Seem like yesterday
Must I constantly need to assuage your delicate constitution
I must be free of these chains
Can you not see they are killing me
The allure of a lasting sleep is overwhelming
Come lay down next me
No my appetency for seeing things through
Will not allow room for this fantasy
We had an auspicious beginning to our journey together
But somewhere at one fork or another we took the wrong path
Now we have come too far to turn around
I have not given up on you
I will never give up on you
Please do not give up on me
10/17/2019
Crazy A's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
REVISED OCTOBER 16, 2019
New Jersey’s cloven-hoofed devil
makes his way to the jetty
beneath the blanket of twinkling stars, anguish unabated
his appetency growing stronger each day
her song rose like mist upon salty tide
creating an irresistible allure
perhaps a mermaid so fair
can be the auspicious boon he badly needs
he calls to her, certain she will listen again
as she has done so many nights before
his soul’s torment she has learned to alleviate
patiently, she clings to one boulder, waiting
for she alone can absolve him of past misdeeds
she motions for him to draw near
“Kiss me now,” she begs,
“Before anything more can go awry.”
he moves toward her, still in atrocious devil form
holding fast to the rocks as a storm approaches
perhaps this time their magical kiss
will forever end his loneliness
October 14, 2019
For John Hamilton’s “Crazy A’s” Poetry Contest
The New Jersey Historical Society provided information about the New Jersey Devil and the mermaid he is said to connect with each night by the shore.
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