Best Appeases Poems
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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
For the lady who resides at 7th floor
I meditate as I close my eyes, so much of her glamorous face,
The loveliest aesthetic art that brings me joy and grace –
The definite hue of her skin, her small black eyes, her ethereally crafted lips;
If she were a waitress I’m confident her pocket would be flooding with tips.
O, beautiful is she, if I that may say; she is like a flower that never fades,
She’s transparent, like a lake – her teeth pure white, shiny as new knife blades.
I infer, she is adorable when she sleeps and at dawn when she does awake,
Her kindness and her pulchritude, they mesmerize me –yup it’s true, I don’t fake.
Yesterday I awed with every smile she had thrown at me every time that I’d talked,
But I grew even most in need and in love with her the minute she turned and walked –
And by my lips, I swear, if she offers me a chance to kiss,
If that happenstance ever presents itself I’d definitely not miss.
The truth is simple, she appeases me and I so ample wish she would be mine;
But she frightens me –nevertheless, soon I’d dare her out on a date to dine.
I want the real Jesus
Not the one who appeases us.
I want the living God
Not this secular facade.
There’s some Friction
About the Crucifixion
It’s more than a benediction.
There is Accountability
And vulnerability
Which Leads one to a life of
Spiritual stability.
You can’t try to fly
When you’re living a lie
Injected by a media that worships
the Third Eye.
Only a fish out of water
Can tell it’s a new order.
Only those that pay attention
Can see its false protection.
Mind games rule the masses
It is time for you to grasp this.
Our music bleeds on innocent lives
We are forgetting Pollution has a price
Don’t fall asleep to all the signs
We are living in the end times.
By: Sabina Nicole
I wish you were here with me each day
when the birds announce the arrival of dawn
I wish you were here with me at night
when the stars twinkle and moon shines through
There has never been a time you were not part of my life
My heart feels empty when your not here by my side
Without you here with me my soul knows no rest
It's solemn in the morning and throughout each passing day
I miss you more when daylight slowly fades away.
I appreciate the things that you do more than you know
We need each other like springtime blooms, that grow
In the rain and in the sunshine, all day long.
We've laughed and cried together,through good & bad times
Sometimes now while your away, I get so overwhelmed
It gives me great comfort in knowing this agony will pass
One thought that appeases me, is what I know for sure
You'll take me in your loving arms and I could not ask for more.
I know that even though you are away from me for now
Our love still endures brightly though from afar.
Two hearts bound together, that can't be pulled apart
The journeys we take in our lives, forever to last
Can't be erased just by you're going over there and my love
When you return back to me again one day soon
We'll enjoy lovely sunrises and sunsets once more
So come with me where dreams are born and time is never planned.
Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings,
Forever, in Never Never Land."
ROSES AND THEIR THORNS
Soft, oh! so soft
feather like scarlet petals
peeking glorious from the loft
tenderly unfolding in orbital.
Its fragile sublime beauty
mirrors life reality.
A slight touch
may inscribe
long-lasting mark.
Tuning
to a harmony divine
protecting herself
with thorns thine.
Each angle of bloom
reveals a piece of self
that homely embraces
hope and growth..
the rose...
It's dark all around me,
I long for the dawn of day
Catching glimpses above me,
lunar orb
Appeases my nightly sway
Soon I'll unfold,
and allow my beauty to say:
"Hold me gently, Hold me dear
Caress me slow, so slow...
as I will break or bleed
if tight, so so tight.."
Linger on my supple petals
let
my
scent
satiate you with delight....
yet,
careful
careful as down my stem
are sharp thorns
ready to put an emblem.
my beauty comes
gracefully with thorns
Creating mystery
and tragedy to my form.
written in collaboration:
James Fraser and OliVe Eloisa (thanks James...:D )
10:21 pm
September 01, 2014
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.
Louisiana Litany
Bobby Jindal
Appeases christian rightists unlike William Tyndall.
Thinks Presidential aspirations a plus
To bring budget woes to US.
Charity soothes the soul and appeases the mind
It's greatest role is in the helping of you to find
As simple as a smile as charity needn't be grand
But all the while it's all about for who you stand
For it must be true in coming from your heart
As anything you do you really had but no part
In knowing It's all His Glory in so creating you
That should be your story one that is more true
Don't give for show as such people so do pride
For God will know as for nothing can you hide
For charity is not a fashion something you wear
But it is compassion offering some tender care
There is a big difference in one from the other
One has the sense that the person is my brother
Whereas the other one is strictly done for oneself
And when this is done you've received your wealth
Mark 9:41
For whosoever shall give you a cup of water
to drink in my name, because ye belong to Christ,
verily I say unto you, he shall not lose his reward.
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.
Let the Sight wander
Wander where?
How far can one let it go?
It could lead to uncontrollable outcomes
Even thoughts that were forbidden to be thought of
But is the imprisonment worth it...?
To allow the limits to take hold?
Never able to create a outcome that is your own
Hardly allowed to consider something pleasant
Pleasant for yourself
Something that could ease the suffering
Ease what has been lived with for so long
Letting it be washed away
Washed away in the streams of Hope
The waters devoid of Suffering
Untainted by Troubles
Free of the filth of Avarice
But washed with Moderation
Cleansed Delicately
Close to Purity
But never quite There
The kind that Appeases
Freshly Given
To those who Deserve It
To those who Earned It
O faded moment sand swaddled, a child
Inviolate as the sun, bare to the skin
Nature festive in glee, waves roaring wild
Nothing molesting thought to imply sin
Overtures of praise all grown up to win
Cradled in form of figure muscle carved
Exciting the love undraped eyeballs starved
Naked ***** in the sea's shadow hung
Sensitive and shy, drying clothes wharved
Emitted semen of light, life fills my lung.
Clotheless I, on that beach all day drying
Emerald waters lapping the desire of toes
Latent as the dream for home is pining
Erect and firm in heart's triumph and woes
Beauty in the blackness appeases its foes
Revealing all: faultless skin, faultless soul
Athletic, a tall motion to behold
Touch with her imagination, my skin
Emits a sheen that shudders some like gold
Drain my smile to dregs, I was born to win.
I am a dog
You are a snake
You are a snake
I am a dog
It sounds like the same thing.
With out a sign of remorse, I make a mess, I up and leave
Without a trace, your hands, in and out the cookie jar, slick you are
Heads and tails, different, but of the same coin
I forgive with a shout and scream,
You forgive with tears and a grin,
Scary.
Sniffing and pointing fingers appeases your guilt,
Telling lies, half truths and ultimately confessing eases mine,
My lies are like a toddler, all over the place,
One lie exposed by the other, in my case
One lie strengthened by the other, in your case
I, forever man.
You, forever woman.
But apples of the same tree, that we are.
Adam and Eve.
Adam, stupid enough to be brave,
Eve, devious enough to even dear.
I am a dog
You are a snake
You are a snake
I am a dog
It sounds like the same thing.
How beautiful my fig tree is, truly,
It is shaped like the arches of a cathedral,
In a verticality, full of symmetries,
Let me fall in love with my fig tree,
He seems to think deeply like Socrates,
It seems to stop time, like a statue,
On the light that is like birds,
Let me fall in love with my fig tree,
How beautiful my fig tree is, surely,
He seems to caress the beauty of the world, then
He appeases the city of its natural tranquility,
Let me fall in love with my fig tree,
My fig tree has more secrets than me, baby
It includes the silence of happy women,
Its leaves like fans capture the wind,
Reflect the immense serenity of the jealous sun,
Let me fall in love with my fig tree.
Qu’il est beau mon figuier, vraiment,
Il se dessine comme les arches d’une cathédrale,
Dans une verticalité, pleine de symétries,
Laissez-moi tomber amoureux de mon figuier,
Il semble penser profondément comme Socrate,
Il semble arrêter le temps, comme une statue,
Sur la lumière qui se pose comme des oiseaux,
Laissez-moi tomber amoureux de mon figuier,
Qu’il est beau mon figuier, assurément,
Il semble caresser la beauté du monde, puis
Il apaise la ville de son immobilité naturelle,
Laissez-moi tomber amoureux de mon figuier,
Mon figuier a plus de secrets que moi, chérie,
Il comprend le silence des femmes heureuses,
Ses feuilles telles des éventails capturent le vent,
Reflètent la sérénité immense du soleil jaloux,
Laissez-moi tomber amoureux de mon figuier.
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