Best Appeased Poems
I savor my precious, quantum bliss;
the vibration of the strings, echo Heaven’s kiss.
In parallel worlds, are parallel lives;
With them, I can identify.
I’ve passed through, many walls of stone;
through countless lives, I have roamed.
I’ve tasted every experience,
I found, that some, I still lament.
A molecular epiphany, I have received.
My life’s frustration, is appeased.
Pure energy, is what we are
and we can visit, every star.
Quantum souls are limitless;
join me and pursue your bliss.
Thank you
How I keep saying
Deep gratitude showing
Generosity, kindness, beauty
The wonder and joy of giving..
What would I consider or measure
The value of what is received, the feeling of pleasure
Unable to weigh or count
What is given, a flowing fount..
Thank you
A word too much used and said
Nothing equal back could be paid
Just the sweet taste in hearts we pass to mankind
And a legacy for Humanity of being good and kind..
Thank you
How I keep believing
In words converted to true feeling
In genuine souls to my worries kindly listening
My pain enduringly wiping..
Thank you
One of God’s many a blessing
The gift of gratitude for which I keep praying
Recognition I keep showing
To those who paved the way for the grace of living
To all those who filled my whole with smiles
And my dark chambers with light
So as I could reach the warmth of Hope and Faith inside..
Thank you
Over and over I would say
To people of God
And to the Almighty I would pray
As I recall more than one sign and call
Nothing should be in life for granted taken
To meet life twists, the heart toughen..
Thank you
So much in life I owe
To who caringly appeased my fear
Patiently lent an attentive ear
Lovingly brightened a gloomy atmosphere
Humanely bore my weakness and what I shed of tear..
Thank you
Of what life brings am in awe
Despite my perception of its limitation and flaw
Tolerance and acceptance I keep fostering
Allow peace and bliss my inner self illuminating
And only the wonders of good in Humanity I keep seeing
With a strong belief in sharing, caring and giving..
Thank You
In the heart of the blackest abyss, down,
Down, in fathoms deep crypt, where light
Does not penetrate, and the structured protective hauls,
Of men, are crushed beneath pressures massive
Weight, of the oceans deepest depth.
This is truly inner spaces aquatic zone of the
Unknown, a realm of stilled silence frozen
In the icy currents of the barren straights.
Where prehistoric giants dwell, amongst the
Tidal flow, ambush predators, forgotten beasts,
From long ago, living krakens whom devour
All life, hidden within their dark domain.
In Poseidon's mighty anger, the waves answer,
To his fists of fury, hurricanes wrath of vengeance,
Gives birth to the perfect storms rage,
Vessels rise and than fall in the tidal surging
Waters.
Nay do the sailors cry out to the Lord God on high,
For redemption's salvation, but the sacrificial altars must
Be appeased, by flesh and bloods sacred offerings.
Summons does the mighty lord of the seven seas,
To release the last of the ancient Leviathans.
Two thousand hands, of a thousand dead men,
Heave and pull at the tethering heavy chains,
To this devil of the depths cage.
From within interments vaulted keep,
Captivities living spawn from hell, is
Unshackled and released, to reek havocs
Devastation above.
An aquatic spider, a maritime widow maker,
Flexing and in-flexing, its body’s motions,
Towards the surface, in pulsations rhythmic
Orchestrations, the gray giant is ready to strike,
With its killing arms extended wide, to grapple
At its unprotected prey, to engorge itself with
All living matter that it surveys, within its icy reach.
As bubbles shoot upwards breaking the waters
Surface, suction cups and talon claws are drawn
Outwards, aligning his eight legged tentacles of bone
Crushing death, behold the Giant Squid, instrument of
Lethal torture, a living killing machine from the fathoms
Deepest depths.
For it is the beast, the true essence of evil
Incarnate, and none survive its destructive wrath.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Those happy, golden years, the children growing up...
great days of joy, some tears, sweet nectar in our cup.
So blessed the three of them had come to fill our life;
each one a special gem...years spent with little strife.
Oh my, those years went fast...so soon an empty nest.
Can’t hold on to the past, for sure, those years were blessed.
The empty nest took hold, such quiet filled our days.
Kids followed dreams of gold...we lifted them in praise.
We filled our days with friends and came and went as pleased.
Life changes as it lends the time to feel appeased.
Few years went by, behold! A second chance to spend
our time again to hold small babes, with joy attend;
to love and cherish each, and watch them grow each day,
to play with them, and teach! What joy had come our way!
Time passed…grandkids of five, no longer babes for sure,
have learned their way to thrive, now grown up and mature.
Again, the years went fast...another time to test...
can’t hold on to the past. Oh my, those years were blessed!
Our empty nest, twofold! Such quiet fills our days!
They too chase dreams of gold...we lift them now in praise!
We celebrate with cheers the cherished life we spent...
two times of golden years...with young ones, heaven-sent.
March 31, 2014
~3rd Place~
Contest: Nostalgia
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 07/05/2019
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: 2019 Marathon Mile #24
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 03/21/2019
~1st Place~
Contest: My Lovely Children
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 02/26/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: Golden Days
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 04/08/2015
Iambic Hexameter, Internal Rhyme, Couplet Rhyme
I composed a song version of this poem with different lyrics but the same "beat".
When you see three "dots" ... pause for a second.
All it took...
Was your hand caress my neck...
As you passed.
Or a word...
Of affection, not some play...
You were cast.
No gifts... to please,
No wants... appeased.
So few... the signs,
Your eyes... were mine.
We create...
What we wished was truly there...
When it's not.
No ones fault...
She can't be the fantasy...
You had sought.
True romance...
Only happens when
Two hearts have
Joined as one...
Until then...
I will wait for
Love to come.
Gene Bourne
06-10-14
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THE HUMBLE CATHEDRAL
In the glaring eyes of the sun
dressed thin in lush green moss,
my shady sky-high trunk compeer
dark brown wrinkled arms spreading free
my slender fingers of verdant hue.
They swing, swing in quiet seesaws
attune to the cradling light of July breeze.
Pleased and appeased, I puff and puff:
oxygen dancing slow with other gas.
The blowing winds from the east,
The heaven tears cascading down,
they bathe and cleansed me but!
They too disturb causing murmurs
and rustles during my deep sleep...
Fall approaches, smell of despair hangs,
it pose danger making my leaves sad.
I began to weep as they slowly tumble,
tumbling below, leaving me naked.
Facing later the harsh bites of cold,
my arms turned brittle from right to left,
hearing them creak and break. Thankfully,
my feet safe beneath the ground.
I stood firm together with my friends,
unafraid of the ice but so scared
of humans carrying a sharp ax.
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==Contest Name: TREES PERSONIFIED==
=Contest Sponsor: Charlotte Pudifoot=
~~4th Place~~
9:32 pm, August 26, 2015
To thee I sing O’ muse of verse,
Of our world that the Gods do curse.
For what Gods are these who cruelly play,
Their wicked games, for which humans pay.
Not content with a world of joy & love
They spite us all from Olympus above.
To try us all & break our backs,
As this is drama their world lacks.
For even Achilles was to die,
Yet his name lives on as time goes by.
So let me sing to you of a Great man,
Who’s name too lives on, after his sands have ran.
Charlie his name a heart so pure,
Full of love & passion, & courage sure.
Strode in he did to save poor souls,
One loving lady & her three foals.
‘Tis true his anger at times did boil,
But his effort was not mere toil.
‘Coz though the fires sometimes burned,
He & the foals soon were learned,
That in peace & harmony, joyous times were had,
A man found proud to call Dad.
With he at their side those foals matured,
& They to his nature became inured.
His fair traits & wit passed down,
Championer of rights, humour of renown.
But alas the Gods were not appeased,
Their unending anger had not eased,
So Zeus sent down his violent bolt
& struck Charlie down, what was his fault?
Who knows but they I shall not dwell,
‘Tis but part of the story that I do tell.
For when he passed on & spirit released,
His body slowed & heart was ceased,
He left himself without a sound
& found himself to Olympus bound.
As he soared high like the dove
To the mount of the Gods high above,
He smiled to us all & sent a kiss
To all the people that he’ll miss.
& miss him back so we will,
That emptiness which we know can’t fill.
But hush your mourning & your sadness,
As he wished it show your gladness
That Charlie came & he all did touch,
Be thankful that we have that much.
So as I close this verse I do sing,
Aphrodite’s love & the fire Hephaestus does bring.
I say to thee be angry not at the Gods,
At Hera’s scheming & Zeus’s vile rods.
For they too bow to the fates,
Who plan our loves & plot our hates.
I thank thee all for your time,
For listening to my Ode to Charlie; my idle rhyme.
How I wish though, the outcome I could reverse,
I sing to thee, O’ muse of verse.
Deep in the hills of Kentucky while picking strawberries from a patch
I hear a deep moan and a groan not to far from where I am at
Rising up to take a peep my fear making me start to sweat
I see a big lump of fur with two black eyes looking back but no sign of a threat
On his back he rolled and stretched his size at least eight feet long
with a jester of his hands he gave a wave for me to come along
Slowly as I approached my curiosity over riding to be refrained
I get a good long sniff of the stench from this beast who is so strange
Nearing close to him he sits up with a groan placing his arms
on his knees seeming quite appeased
Slowly I sit a few feet from him his eyes watching closely
not realizing my basket of strawberries sit between him and me
His eyes have a look of sadness always alone it would seem
scared of people who always want a picture to brag and say he's been seen
With a soft little moan he points to his mouth
a strawberry I give him without any form of doubt
A soft touch of our hands of no fear we now understand
eating our strawberries on this sunny day as if it were all planned
It's been years now but every May and June
I have a dinner date with me and my best friend I now call 'Sam'
The years have aged us both but we have come to understand
that so many creatures on earth have been so misunderstood.
Tammy Reams Contest sponsored by: Skat 'Bigfoot'
GRAPPLING WITH GRATITUDE
Oh Gratitude,
Gentle as a butterfly.
You alight upon
my emotional reverie
to birth my questioning.
You have risen
as an inward glow
of unexpected proportions,
ready to bleed silently
into my emotional pores.
Oh Gratitude, ,
I sense your presence,
your cautious ambivalence
that yearns to express
some mystical feeling
of unknown origin.
You pull and play
inside my mind like chimes
against an autumn wind.
Oh Gratitude,
Can I truly appreciate
the acrobatic dance
so easily played,
that allows me to indulge
in nature's grand banquet?
And if so, shall I now,
in repetition, repeat phrases
that glorify and recognize
the splendor of existence;
or, do I ignore, the bounty
of a creation little understood?
Oh Gratitude,
Should I dismiss your pretentiousness,
those gaily colored brush strokes
of memory frescoes embedded
on the walls of my mind?
Or will you, gratitude,
be the expressions of thoughts
confined to a limited time;
all held in hostage to a holiday season’s
heightened senses of roasting fowl
curried with fragrant flavors?
Oh Gratitude,
When the holiday day is done
and I am appeased,
will I still commemorate
the theology of my brethren
who suggest I thank my creator
with 100 daily blessings?
CAK 11-13-2013
With a parting of the crimson seas,
they aren't appeased with just a smile
That girl who walks the star-struck mile
will pay a price that goes unseen
They catch a glimpse and swallow whole.
Then nonchalantly steal her soul,
with no remorse or thought of deeds, ...
just goals to slice her thin, and spill her name,
upon red carpets dyed with greed.
Beneath stiletto stilts she comes.
They think it's fun behind the lie,
that masquerades to dazzle eyes.
Are lonely hearts so worth the prize
while clamored lust engulfs and drowns?
The flashbulbs light the milky way
while voices scream among the fray,
and peel the starlight's skin away.
There is a hole, deep in the dark,
as black as death without a spark
A friend to trust, or out to gain?
To rub a shoulder, hug the fame?
She's guided by an elbow's charm,
disarmed, by tabloids, drowns alone
They're hell-bent on the mystery
The secrets of her universe
A paper doll is thrown to wolves,
is just a soul who has rehearsed
to fade and die, alone........
alone.......with a million flashbulbs drugging her,
...then dragging her.....as she tumbles from the throne....
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For the Contest: Cynosure
Sponsor : Nayda Ivette Negron
Converging forces, volatile and caustic
Magnetism drew us two poles together
south on south
Defying physics ,advice, and common sense
We tempted fate and dove in
...in straight jackets
Your unabashed, uninhibited way drove me wild
Impetuous like a child, I was the toy
My outspoken, wild, and lively heart lured you in
Your rivaling sexuality compelled me
Fires burning bright and lively, shining in one space
Feeding off the common oxygen
Meeting in the middle, devouring each other
Our flames' outer flickering intertwined and danced
Oh so hot, we moved the earth
Making love for all it's worth...
...sweating, gasping, grabbing rapture
Competitive inclination drove
erotic mingling to crescendo
One step past the edge
sex was sport and we gladiators
Appeased one another's arena
We could never be...My best friend, My BEST lover
An equation seemingly perfect from every side
Her Thunder and mine
could never exist in one space
Aware of this...parting ways completely
Neither she or I could bare
a friendship remainder
in these maddening mathematics
It rained on and on.
the fire in the hearth
had long died out.
hunger grew,
frustration raged.
vultures swooped down
to feed on flesh in the night
half willing, half resenting,
surrendered, rather subdued,
desire spilled over,
bristles pricking
from organ to organ
thrusting and tearing
devouring in greedy gulp
waves surged past the log
passion spent,
hunger appeased,
purse strings loosened,
silver coins tinkled.
amply paid,
her wages of shame……!
the toil not wasted!
nights came one by one
creatures of the night frequented her more often
and the scenes were constantly replayed
though she abhorred them,
there was no other go, but yield
‘exploring hands encounter(ed) no defense’.
each night closed in smutty h(r) ut,
when the h(r)ut turned a prostitute,
she started to rot.
feeble she grew,
languid she became,
body thinned,
energy waned,
ailments plagued,
and
immunity lost!
now,
she lives an outcast.
a luscious fruit
blighted by the worms!
no more nocturnal invaders…..
no inebriated blather falls in her ears
only the hoot of owls !
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June.16.2022
Placed Fourth
Creatures of the Night Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Julia Ward
Infinity beckons taunting
Beyond the mortal ridge
For time enough to really live
Those longings yet to bridge
I wear your symbol
Pierced in diamonds sharp
On my ears that I may always
Remember to hear you with my heart
Your curve that knows no ending dangles
On sterling chain around my throat
A reminder to fulfill
Solemn promises I have spoke
You rest upon my naval
A charm of infinities tease
As outer beauty gives way to age
Sweet time my youth appeased
Your sign never ending
Like fools upon the earth
Inked in red upon my wrist
Hiding scars when thoughts of life seemed undeserved
What is my obsession O'infinity
Our days so quickly turn to past
Within parameters of death and birth
Experiences just beyond our grasp
If I could overstep your boundaries
Place my toes just over your edge
Calculate your infinite zeros
Owning resources for dreams alleged
My learning curve a continuum
Time to get it right
A touch of love a sacrifice
Those things first missed in darkest night
The caress of your face not given
A smile unreturned
"I love you" remains in silence
In ashes lie bridges burned
Infinity... A dimension utterly unknown
I need you not to fly the sky or mountain's high to climb
This endlessness that immortals own
But to see again those souls Ive lost in time
I hold no comfort of heaven's gate or Hell
Though promises of infinity are all too common there
I just want days and nights unnumbered
For in youth we're completely unprepared
For Infinite choices without wisdom
When of passing days we have no fear
But as the end draws ever nearer
Hearts aching for that which we should have revered
Time becomes a commodity
Too sacred now to waste
Remind me always the quickness of a day
Sweet Infinity, it's why your symbol I embrace
She steals my sleep and invades my dreams;
she cannot be silenced.
Goddess or devil,
wise woman or ancient sage,
no journey is complete without her companion ship.
No rest will come;
no meal digests
until her insatiable cravings are appeased,
She passes through the dreamcatcher,
in a different disguise, each night.
She is a creative alarm,
awakening me,
so I can produce her meanderings,
upon the page or canvas.
Her interdimensional insight lifts my spirit.
Muse is a prideful shadow;
she never leaves me bored.
Turbulent moves the water mass
Thumping and roaring as it rolls,
Sheltering in her, myriad strange beings
From tiny planktons to giant killer whales
Constant remains she, yet changing ever
The puzzling paradox beyond the land
She had cradled the first mote of life
Earliest link in the incessant chain of life
Whipped by the wind, smashed by the storm
She lashes on the rock in angry venom
In tumult she pounds the strand
As though her fury is never assuaged
At times seen sedate in shades of blue
So compliant - without stir, without din
Tranquil she lies – an appeased child
With a calm unmatched in her prior demeanor
Beneath the lull and hum of waves
Brews an eternal clash that never dies
The ceaseless fracas oft swelling out
Into a bedlam of commotion, clatter and din
Curious shapes with needles, spikes and spines
Sticking out in clusters beneath the blue
The fantasy world of coral reefs
Chiseled and shaped - Nature’s unique masonry!
Marvel of marvels, this mystic mass
With tiny droplets grown into scores
Billions multiplied into trillion fold
This infinite expanse that wobbles and churns
What ingenious brain did frame
Such a wonder as this mighty ocean?
What furtive hands did hide
Such baffling mysteries in this briny deep?
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March .26.2023
~ Placed Fourth~
Brian Strand Premiere Contest
~ Placed First~
Writing Challenge ‘O’ Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Constance La France
Topic chosen- Ocean