Best Appetency Poems
Atrocious affliction trembles voices of anguish
Brewing vile horror in death of tomorrow
Fearing for the newborn, women, and children
For yesterday’s massacre killed her husband
And the war-torn town screamed in agony
Wrapped in rags of shattered hopes,
Quivering hearts of disassembled valor
Incapable to assuage a hapless mother’s sorrow.
A lone crow caws atop heaps of rubble
Amplifying appetency for affinity of life,
Abjuring the blood thirsty hiding in disguise
To rob any remnants of civility and pride
From dismantled lives, walking shoeless,
Upon splintered glass littered in broken paths
When pigeons too left the desolate grounds.
Dreams once auspicious acquiesce to nightmares
Within awry silence of a burning dawn
As the allure of a new day inconsolably cries
When her only surviving child dies in her arms.
Divinity won’t absolve them of despicable sins,
That echo from playgrounds, shuttered bakery shops,
And the shrieks of families mingling in market
Where aroma of fresh bread once permeated air
And warmth of hot tea glasses greeted the day.
Wary footsteps march slowly to the other side:
It’s a bit safer there where a wedding is planned--
They don’t yet know, the young groom has died,
In a senseless war lost in poverty of thoughts.
Written: October 15, 2019
Submitted on 1/22/2023 to:
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 25 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Placed 1st: Crazy A’s poetry contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Required words in the order included in this poem:
Atrocious, anguish, assuage, appetency, auspicious,
awry, allure, absolve
Placed 3rd: Strand choice poetry contest by Brian Strand
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.
another somber rise of day through autumn's reign
where clouded thoughts backslide through eyes
while the anguish of my pain lies misted in the lash of october's skies
i watch as the breeze strips color from these trees
crimson drops aloft on the awry path, downward in spirals
like a child's mind trying to find assuage from life's affliction
through atrocious little lines carved upon shrouded flesh
in an auspicious attempt to find relief, momentarily unrestricted
sometimes i long to be like the leaves of autumn, spun golden
twirling in the allure of whispered breezes, adrift in the winds
carefree on the jaunt of life of these memories that taunt
other times, the appetency to be the tree is greater in depth,
to be bare, weightless and absolve the heaviness of life's burdens
as you cast them downward in wayward winds to their death
while your roots remain grounded, although twisted, still stand firm
sometimes i'd like to see the beauty in october through other's eyes
to glow in the dawn of my day, not shiver in its winded breath
beneath the grays of skies, where all i can see is impending death
in the season's foreshadow as the leaves slip like blood through hands
October 9, 2019
Crazy A's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
"the anguish of grief leaves me with an appetency and yearning for peace . . . "
the allure of love was enchanting
the promise between us a delicate flower
love was like a guest unbidden
well-timed and auspicious
for my heart was a ravaged garden
and you knew how to soothe and calm me
how to assuage my fears
and the scars on my soul faded
we lay cuddled 'till the crack of dawn
sometimes you would look at me awry
with a crooked smile
and your laughter was music for my soul
now . . . I hang my head like a wilted rose
and the memory of time is my heavy cloak
for I am broken since that dreadful day
the pain atrocious and brutal
you left me for heaven and I scream why . . .
the wind blows in trees like the wail of violins
and I stand in the summer, the fall, the winter
and spring staring at your engraved name in stone
and the clouds float in the sky
and the birds sing me a sad and dreamy song
for years and years I have been chained to your tomb
but today, I absolve me
I set me free . . .
and I forgive you, my love for leaving
'cause I understand that it was not yours for the choosing
but had been written . . . in the book of time
______________________
October 13, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Unbidden Love
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1188-348-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Crazy A's
sponsor, John Hamilton
First Place
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
~they embraced in their dalliance~
her appetency held a depth so deep he just couldn’t
resist placing his hands around her barren waste
(she reaches for him with ardor)
for tonight was auspicious and ebullience showered
them with the twinkles only stardust spreads;
forever scattering allure and passion with strength
and hankering devotion,
sowing their love with intentions of...
savoring each emotion
they conflated as if they were always predestined
to celebrate marriage different from the rest-
the assuage erased the anguish;
what was once atrocious is now emollient
(softer than ivory silk)
when hope goes awry they stand tall side by side,
each wearing pride-
the crookedness of life transformed into candor and
honesty
she decided to absolve her demure nature;
feeding the emptiness with the nourishment of
his reliability and fervency for her brilliant mind
two auras ~kaleidoscopic~
enveloped by heaven's cobalt hues,
desire for love prevails with affection
her felicity swathed his soul,
his serendipity ran through her veins as if she was
sheathed by his charisma;
a sempiternal legacy was left for the coming
generational bonds yet to be formed
love in the making-
saved
two
hearts from breaking
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10.10.19
Seventy Seven
Written: by Tom Wright
1/15/2016
77 Feels Like,
Going From Fine China
To Styrofoam Cups and Paper Plates;
The gourmet meals, life formerly volunteered,
Have vanished from the menu, leaving unexhausted items
I’m found without appetency for.
C/enter>
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.
Abandon your feelings of anguish
Abate your thoughts of appetency
Allure your beliefs in the apostles
Assuage your spirits of animosity
~
Absolve your heart’s solid armor
Awry are your moods of aversion
Auras of your judgements atrocious
Alive are your dreams so auspicious
~
Awakening your views on attrition
Attempting to give you real altruism
Appoint your joy to this admiration
Adoration of God’s Son’s approval
October 8, 2019
Crazy A's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Seventy Seven
Written: by Tom Wright
1/15/2016
77 Feels Like,
Going From Fine China
To Styrofoam Cups and Paper Plates;
The gourmet meals, life formerly volunteered,
Have vanished from the menu, leaving unexhausted items
I’m found without appetency for.
She would,intimidated at the hubbub of the spoon
Tapping the dishes at meal times,
Strive to elbow her way through the kitchen egress
Otherwise mount the window and the netting abrade
Exasperated my wife would with her broom
Endeavour to chase away but not to avail
While her cohorts would just the scene descry
Fathoming they would actually avail from her mutiny
For soon she would recommence her conquest
Seek instead to bargain a consensus
Impel my spouse who would capitulate
To dish them something out to domesticate their appetency
Later on my way home after dawn
I chanced upon her lying almost inert
For our neighbour who was less compromising and bigoted
As she has so many times partaken of his poultry
Cautioned us of his imminent reprisals
Got hold of his shotgun and terminated the poor thing
I essayed my best to succor her bleeding wound
But reaped only a feeble meow and almost a beam
She indubitably set her heart on begging pardon
For the pestering at any meal congregation
For the unsolicited guests she summoned
When on the pull and the vigorous confrontation
They would ensue in our garden and near our aching pillows
Then departed letting my pet-worshipping,grief-stricken family
Organize her funeral and allot her a decent burial in the garden
Where she buried her poops and messed the vegetations
Above all the flowers I per diem dampen.
Almighty God, the supreme Father above
assures me, through Scriptures’ precepts, His divine affection
affirming His marvelous vibrant love’s abundance
always at work to grant pardon absolutely
and assuage my guilt-caused anguish*
as I confess my iniquities, spiritually atrocious…
along my heart’s repentant acquiescence.
Asserting His grace, at all times amazing
Author of my faith awakens me against arrogance-attack
accommodating me around His fellowship’s altar
auspicious --- according to sovereign mercy’s assistance
available to absolve my sin-wages’ affliction
already paid by Christ’s blood of efficacious atonement...
…acquitting me from eternal condemnation toward heavenly abode.
Alertly apprehended against selfish appetency
admonished soul of mine, accepting adversities' alarms
asks forgiveness after ardent admission
aware of worldly enticements that grievously allure
amidst appeasing ephemeral affinities, carnally awry;
abiding now in His will, I adore God, appreciating Him, gratefully awed…
…ascending toward blissful service of faith-altitude.
*Psalm119:143 Trouble and anguish have taken hold on me: yet thy (LORD’s) commandments are my delights.
Free verse with alliteration
October 26, 2019
3rd place, "Crazy A's" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 11/3/2019.
Life can definitely be an
auspicious time
But something is
always going awry
Things will appear fine one
moment then unbearable the next
The allure is strong at
times overwhelming
His atrocious heart allowed
no good to live in his life
He is always trying to
assuage his own guilt
I was the great object
of his appetency
Yet the anguish he had put me
through was too much
I could not absolve him
from his guilt
Contest:crazy A's
Sponsor:John Hamilton
Date:10/9/2019
Born into light and innocence, possessing a heart with an endless capacity to love, my appetite for life was abundant.
Anchored in purity and virtuousness, hopes and dreams blossomed in my young mind lending to the idea of an auspicious future.
Goodness, kindness, and peace soared all around in my blue sky like the majestic eagle.
Love so profound for life, my tender heart had deep anguish for anything in foul circumstance as if it were my own experience and I had an appetency to comfort those suffering.
Was my young truth a lie?
Darkness masks the light and innocence has become corrupt and atrocious allowing dread to replace my former vitality. What has gone awry?
I cannot find assuage from the pain and suffering caused by years of the sickness parade. My once open heart has turned to stone allowing nothing to penetrate its lifeless surface.
Purity and virtuousness do not exist in my new world and a lifetime of shattered hearts, emotional damage and scars have bound my mind to accept this existence.
The allure once felt for my young truth, as I understood it, has faded into the darkness.
Cynicism, disparagement and doubt now swarm my dismal gray sky like filthy flies feeding on a rotting carcass.
Love for life is now rationed and my calcified heart pains for little. Please absolve me from this mental prison.
Is my adult truth a lie?
10/19/2019
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