Best Appreciations Poems
Oh you blessed souls
That
For us have fallen,
We wish
The loftiest of appreciations for your sacrifice to show
By
Thanking you for the opportunity given to us
To
Enjoy the greatest gift of all
Wich
You have missed:
LIFE!*
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
11 November 2016
* John: 15:13
Track One, Side Two
by Odin Roark
It was time.
He knew it.
Like the cuts on so many of his albums,
As he passed through the “got your attention” of side one,
He’d often considered the “time to acknowledge some chancier-experiments” of side two.
Yeah…
Back then, even though he was only thirteen,
His father had been prophetic.
After all, how many fathers would think to give some philosophy
As a birthday gift.
But that was long ago,
And now it was time he finally rejected society’s pre-ordained lifetime marketing blitz on how to live
And allow the oft times sleeper-ideas to maybe awaken discovery.
Just like his career of producing long-playing albums
Creating the safer decisions for side one was only rewarding
When there was risk mixed in, usually on side two.
Today…
He was going to welcome the task of searching,
Go beyond the choices he had been living,
Gamble on the unexpected,
Travel down the multitier-senses
Where less familiar ideas
Might muster appreciation for more of a being’s tempo,
Rhythm,
And harmony.
When he thought about it…
How enticing that flip side of the so-called normal existence must be
Finding out what one’s unknown appreciations are all about
That discovery of a finger-snapping epiphany
Ready to produce surprises for the future.
Lest he forget
Passing time was becoming more precarious
Making life’s tomorrow a hit
Would require risk of another kind.
He recalled his father’s birthday message at thirteen,
“Embrace the unexpected,
Indulge the inordinate,
Find the willingness to try track one, side two of your days,
It’s waiting.”
Did ya hear the whispering in the breeze,
It’s the great Smokey Mountains calling me homewards,
Listen to sweet tones of the Tennessee hills, it’s the great
Gateways of Gatlingburg, singing with the softness of the
Alpine mists, welcoming all to come and join in the
Rhythm of these sacred valleys both deep and lush!
Oh here let the native tribal beat mix with the
Outlanders vibrancy of song, what a harmonistic
Melody, the blending of cultures leaving a wondrous
Sound that echoes within these timeless hills of
Wilderness beauty!
Splendors grand master piece created by the divine
Maker, on the most rocky top highs extreme palate
Of elegance, to behold by the eyes of the humanity,
For generations to share and experience forever!
Let the crystal clear streams of the mountain tears,
Over flow with appreciations tranquility, for here
Lies the harmony of the peaceful way of life,
And it truly is another word for paradise!
Endurance's mountain folks cling to the simpler
Ways in life, the values of the family kept sacred
And cherished always, helping their fellow kindred
In times of trouble or great strife.
Oh if only the outside world could melt away,
I’d be the wander whom found their way at last,
In this isolation's off foot path, called the
Gateway to those smoky mountains, in
Tennessee, my wayward path would find me in
Gatlingburg, it thus calls me homewards,
Welcome!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
I have breathed you in it seems a lifetime of times, correlated in seconds becoming rarer.
Each shorter than the last, each with more adoration as i exhale every molecule of trial and error.
My cup artlessly empty at the commencement of our eternal long embrace.
Filling gradually my cup of discovery, tracing the lines of wisdom leaving their trails on my face.
Fighting my knuckles to the bone, then wishing you would leave as the paint cracks on our master piece.
Dropping to my knees as the hallways loose their luminosity, becoming filled with cries as they echo for your kiss of peace.
Without delay you cup my face & replenish me with hope, love & serenity. A few of the beautiful un-held possessions you grant this fading vessel.
Perceptions changed, ties undone, silver linings captured by flashes of gratitude,then plunged into the weariness as i tire
showing the threshold in our trestle.
I have waged war upon war on you just to be met each time with another venture.
Relentlessly picking at the wounds attained along our way, whispering promise of astounding adventure.
Ungrateful! I am guilty! So many a times i have put to shame the vastness of your beauty.
Demeaningly i have shunned your guidance & care. Blind to your intention of growth. Forgetting you are loyal to the exemplification of duty.
Vicious to be benevolent. Timelessly this shall be your aspiration.
In your ways and in your time you pulled the wool from my eyes to see the suffering as my inspiration.
With each collision comes a valuable lesson. You taught me to embrace even the darkness a gift in itself through wisdom.
Appreciation, love & patience! You created every situation for me to hold in my hand the key to freedom.
Belated but felt i stand with new discoveries astoundingly compelled to give to you a tribute.
Perceiving your perseverance enduring. Sharing now the secrets i hold! The greatest thing i am able to contribute.
To my ever changing paramour i tip my hat! Owing to you my praise for revealing there can be no beauty without strife!
With refreshed vision radiating from my appreciations for my abecedary. Known by all. L.I.F.E!!!!
My force was never destined to wound thy withered soul.
My tenacity was to mend thy aching from days of old.
I can not fight the motives, why i have drawn blood.
Cupping thine haunting tears as they emerge like a flood.
Thy appreciations searching mine for answers never to be found.
By sorrow, by dread my beloved i am bound.
Distraught with my essence, on me lay thy blame.
Lingering like incense in the air your gasping under strain.
A soul without conscience is how thee beholds me.
Stone cold, vivaciously untouched without a key.
Corrupted by the veins of agony, at the root of my being.
Thy shall never touch the tender heart, blind folded i shall keep thee from seeing.
Forlorn am i by the path i have lead thy heart.
Condemning my soul to torment for my poorly portrayed part.
Do not forget thy brilliance on account of my mistake
Withering into my devastation so that thee may elude thy wake.
Sincere appreciations glad the heart, constructive criticisms better the mind.
From me to you: Compliments of the season!!!
She slept with her body spread across three seats
Mouth wide open expelling her exhaustion in an uncomfortable melody
How she made the tattered seats of a 'trotro' a homely niche
And tuned her body to comfort, in the thin air of Accra's laboring heat
Is still a mystery my pursed smile agreed to
I must be the ugliest devil alive if I'd woken her up from that short-lived heaven
So I let my long legs bare the encroaching back seats
As my heart whispered to every next climb not to interrupt the tale of my sleeping beauty
But there came the charming princess (was it not supposed to be a charming prince? Bubble buster!)
Who knocked her out of her slumber (what happened to the magical kiss?)
But then she woke up like she was shell shocked, and made a joke out of everything.
This is a story of an African woman, the one who works so many jobs from a cleaner to a nanny to a chef to a trader to satisfying a husband to bearing the tears of her children and receives the least of appreciations everyday.
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Obliged, to senses’ pleasure and to soul’s discontent,
I acknowledged all the appreciations,
I often look at the world around me.
They all appear same – puppets dancing on arrhythmic tunes.
Clones moulded by the system, machines lethargically pretending to sweat for goals.
Permanently busy nodding their way through, unsure of the purpose.
An intense cold war for a better materialistic living.
Fate of tames in the hands of hierarchy, with their laughter being echoed back to them.
And then far away in mountains, amidst a fog of smoke, i inspect myself,
indifferent and very much a part of this inanimate group,
verily afraid of being accustomed to uptown lifestyle.
Agitatedly, as this kindled fire turns into ashes,
I have tried to learn, hoping the dots will connect someday.
Little does my heart know and little does it seem to care!
A Polite Warning. The Following poem is somewhat steamy. Not explicit, but explicit in
inference. If this sort of thing offends you, then please be considerate and don’t read
it. Thank you.
Naked Flamenco
( A sultry summer night spent together
With ardour between us growing
She whispered, “Let me dance for you”
I agreed, little knowing………………. )
Binding spells of mysterious wanting
Soft dark her eyes looked
Into the shades of my mind
An enchantress of fantasy
She etched her velvet pattern
On veiled secrets
Parted
Dangerous lashes flutter desirous
In emerald peacock pupils
Midnight burnished hair let fall
In captivating tangles
To full ephemeral corners
Of soft bitten lip
Coy damp line drawn on her cheek
Captivated
Her expression acknowledges
With known provoking smiles
Eye lights shine saying “already mine”
With twisting flamenco poised
Sensual arm insinuates to finger tip
And eventide's rose is pale skinned
And naked
Curved line from ankle
Writes portents to the nape of her neck
Through black tousled sexual spinal blades
Shoulder dipping
Quivers her femininity to rising breasts
While arched longing
Mouths the indescribable tactile seconds
Of her promontory dancing
Patient in toe tip exquisite she places
Penchant elegance
Of her naked ballet
The ribbon swirl of vanished gossamer dress
Depicted wing-ed arms
She rises a surrealistic
Flight of angels created
In soft light air brushed forms
Of muscle, rib cage, bones and tendons
Body writhed centres eclipse
On pubic between
The epitome of gestalts navel breathing
I shudder Goosebumps of enthralling
Built by such grace of a heavenly
Consecrated female
Led beyond mere heated needing
To a place resplendent
With sheer un-tameable and un-nameable beauty
Guitar stringing twangs the milliseconds
Of her overture
Spanish castanets tap click fervent
Pronouncing the rhythm of my heart
Naked pale formed Goddess
Gently rips from me
Every appreciations confession of
Perfections contours
Fine satin sheen hairs risen
Beading sweats slight trickle
Aroused by my infatuation
Nipples stiffen
And I am drawn from and by
Heavy breath to music’s ending
To land in her presence
Panting
She has seen through me
Every century of a woman’s glory
And with a slow beckoning finger
Her eager eyes
Tell me
It is so
I
Write
I Write
I Choose to Write
Because in writing I can share feelings never felt
In writing I can live dreams dreamt
In writing I express emotions felt and feared
I can feel high, no need for weed
Just sincere expressions only expressed through my thought to my fingertips
For every pain U caused me, I just choose to write
Because in writing, I release my uncontrollable anger
And offend no one, just a pad, a keypad, my keyboard and my touch screen
I
Wrote
I wrote of my victories and failures
Wrote about those sweet times
The bitter sweet
The ugly
Ups and Down
Rejections
Appreciations
Heartbreaks
Breakthroughs
I wrote in an attempt to fix the wrong
Even though I have never been right
So for all these moments I kept writing
And I wrote
And narrowed my pain to none
Just a Pad, a keypad, my keyboard and my touch screen
I have Written
And for all those moments I wrote
I built a virtual relationship with myself
In writing , I shared my pain
Celebrated my gains
The Rise and fall
And how I kept rising after every fall
All this I shared
With none but myself
I have written
Because I wrote
And I would write
Because,
I just choose to Write.....
Aesthetic appreciations
Made available with respect,
Encouraging her to reset
Regrets, with a mediation.
Instead of a deviation,
Compliments, she can not reject,
Are offered without a regret,
Notating alleviations.
Beauty deserves to be noticed!
Envious others choose their views,
Acting out as if with no gist.
Uninhibited beauties, who
Treated right, eyes dry with no mist,
Yearn for a vision of love too.
many people wished to know why president Macron
was denied to participate to Brics summit
in South Africa.
Could he spy on them?
Was he thinking to join Brics?
Could he interrupt the summit with his personal agendas?
President Putin could not participate to the summit
as the International Criminal Court was pushing
South African officials to arrest him which could interrupt the Brics summit.
Brazil’s president " Lula da Silva" called on Wednesday
for the Brics nations to create a common currency
for trade and investment between each other,
as a means of reducing their vulnerability
to dollar exchange-rate fluctuations.
BRICS formally announced Iran,
Saudi Arabia, UAE, Argentina,
Egypt and Ethiopia as full
members starting from
January next year.
President of South Africa received many appreciations
for the good role of negotiator and organiser
of a successful Brics summit.
August 25/2023
A flying bird I am for heavenly flight;
No enthralling branch can hold me tight.
Free I am from all the passing years;
not submitting to the baseless fears.
Free I am from all the worldly chains;
staying away from all the bodily pains.
Free I am from all the endless desires;
not burning self in the lustful fires.
Free I am from the fleeting attractions;
never indulging in the vicious intentions.
Free I am to fly beyond all limitations;
remaining away from the wonted tensions.
Free I am from all the formal appreciations;
undisturbed by the dreadful rejections.
Free I am from all the religious rituals;
Unaffected by the deeds of other individuals.
Free I am from all sensuous pleasures,
always filled with abundant treasures.
Free I am to reach the highest goal
in incorporeal world with the Supreme Soul.
my pen talks with me
says to rest for a long time
i agree with it
thanks for your comments
for appreciations too
treasured forever
for the time being
bye to lovely PS's friends
love respect to all
Where can I find,
The greatest love than yours!
The love that took me completely,
Feeding me unconditionally,
Milking itself for its baby boy.
But let me count my days,
For I wasn't fair to it,
My days are countable than fingers,
Not long enough, I will die.
My heart looses flesh,
Whilst its bones can’t stand,
It is empty and baggy,
As it won’t find again,
The greatest love as yours,
Love that can glue the broken chambers,
and make them one again.
Wishing you luck my girl,
Hope, you will find someone, who truly cares.
And deserve such kind of love
With protections and appreciations.
Go……!
For I failed to protect your love
But I will forever remember you!