Best Pacified Poems
Incessant din of jammed highways
suddenly lulled to deserted streets
quiet of rustle forlorn breeze plays
laughter of birds, smiling sun greets
diamond dews glisten ruby petals
on a palette of piano, poetry muse
in slow drench, rain falls and settles
as fragrance flows wisteria avenues
soft chimes within, no temple bells
moments of now, create my world
in solitude with nature, a divine spell
counting cosmos, in stardust swirled
wild waves pacified in peace of shore
graceful moonlight, sunbeams in calm
can hear beats in my deep heart's core
a tranquil meditation, my sorrow's balm.
sentinent of truth, has burned all my vigil
fears vanished, no sound of human strife
in viscous sedation, I enjoy a mystic sigil
arcane power, I have fallen in love with life.
Dated 6th May 2020
Sponsor Mark Toney
Contest Name 2022 Poetry Marathon
In a tranquil trance,
admiring elegant swans,
flowing along stately streams,
I rested my wearied head,
upon her soothing bosoms.
Her subtle fingers pacified
melancholic tones within the
chambers of my misplaced mind.
Warmth of her ethereal embrace
together with the early Spring sun,
dissolved the protective glacier,
shielding my dormant somber soul.
Under serene sapphire skies,
her eyes like unique emeralds - sparkled,
charming each beat of my heart to murmur.
As we reminisced about childhood memories,
an isolated tear escaped from my eye,
innocently immersing her silken skin.
Captivated by her angelic aroma,
I pondered if she was an angel,
cradling me within a citadel in heaven.
As twilight ignited merigold radiance
through silver violet clouds,
her succulent lips whispered
sweet musings as they caressed mine.
The taste from her last sensual kiss,
still lingered as she ascended to the heavens,
as I pleaded;
"Take me with you."
To which she replied;
"It's not your time."
Simple Musing
Silent One
22 March 2018
Satellites in space keeping an eye on the human race
Independence in place a parental pacified pallid pace
Gods of war prepare for their cadaverous command
Narcissistic lair in control of the deceptively damned
Obedient in oblivion MK ultra has barbarously begun
Facing fallacious delirium bullets bleed of killing done
Tyrants of time tenacious terminators of our humanity
Hellions in prime pandemic behind a venomous vanity
Evaporating echoes of morality ephemeral of the state
Thespian theological amnesty thermostats that negate
Idols of invasion indestructible in their satanic structure
Mellifluous minds into evasion ready to rapidly rupture
Escaping evil entities of illusion diner drugs of the day
Seduced by enemies of confusion that are here to stay.
April.23.2018
Sign of the times
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
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We were more popular
When you felt lazy,
More important when
We cooked you potatoes and gravy...
To please our boys and men
We would go to any length,
Even begged for mercy
Were pillars of strength...
We are the glue to glass houses
Being abused by the hour by the day,
Even ignored or unheard of by many
But we will continue to love come what may...
Negatively spoken of around the world
And frequently pacified by our nation,
But the torch GOD placed in our hearts
Is not a symbol of accusation more of edification...
Tear us down kick us to the ground
But we will always strive for equality,
We are free women accepting nothing less
Our guardian angels fill us with spirituality...
We are women born to cease dissention
We are women not women of extinction
They say,
"It’s better to have loved and lost,
then to never have loved at all."
I guess that all depends
on how the loss occurred.
Was it something that
eventually faded away
or did it end up turning,
evolving
into some form of hate?
They say,
"There’s a fine line
between love and hate."
There once was a time
when you used to love me,
way back when,
and now
you probably hate me
because we’re no longer friends.
But that’s fine,
because I kind of despise you too,
for all the pain
you put me though.
They say,
"True love will never die
and will always stand the test of time."
I guess the love that I knew,
never really was true,
because if it was,
then it would still be alive.
There would still be a “we”
instead of just you
without me.
They say,
"Time heals all wounds,"
which is a complete lie.
A total bunch of crock
said in love’s demise.
Although, it might sting a little less
eventually given some time.
But it will never completely mend
and a part
will always remain
the same.
It’s just something
that they tell you,
to keep you pacified.
They say,
"Ignorance is bliss,"
living without a clue.
I wish I could
live in bliss.
How appealing that would be,
to have no more painful thoughts
and all hurtful memories freed.
To have all of my worries
be completely remiss.
Please let me just dwell
a little bit more on this...
My time has come to shamelessly sightly see
The seven seas sailed that have severed me
For my love has gone beyond the spheres
So I lay my night before the torrential tears
Pacified pillows condemned carelessly cry
Tainted windows that look thru amber sky
The Wishing Wells as dry as daunting dust
Broken hearts romantically remorse and rust
Winds that whisper her name come forth
So I may embrace her wandering warmth
For my love has gone beyond the spheres
Thus my soul is left yearning youthful years.
June.21.2017
CONTEST no 300 ,PREMIERE,any form,any theme max of 25 lines
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Etchings upon my heart, so profound in time
These hues, colored so bright, bringing out an array of light
This love, in healing softened my existence and allowed me to trust
Yet sad, as we parted for the differences were evident and pained;
pained by the physical was he, as I would watch him sleep
curled up in a fetal, his hidden small frame
Today, no evidence of the cancer, and I thank God for the blessings!
I am not selfish, as he moved on to passionately live
For he needed the things in which I could never provide
Someone once said to me that they had a normal life
and it might be a good thing to try
Yet I find my travels amazing and the people I meet daily in life
I smiled gently, as I refrained my opinions publically
leaving them pacified that yet somehow,
there was a bit of encouragement that they had left me
For in this world filled with filth, money and greed among things
It is something I've always refused to conform to really
Sometimes I wonder about him, as I sleep on this life's pillow made of concrete
For I know many struggles, yet I know the Lord is showing me
The easy way is not always the best but the path less traveled
enriches the spirit
At times my flesh reeks of the sinful spoils, that I cannot deny..
Some look upon the stars and ponder great loves gone by
Some think that true love will just fall out of the clear, blue sky!
I say to you now, love is a verb, indeed, I know this to be so
and sometimes after the valleys, our rotten fleshly ways
I awake in the darkness, at dusk, awaiting the dawn to arrive
In the silence, the wind caresses my skin and I remember a different time
and I breathe in deeply to keep the moment that soon I will have to exhale,
with a somber farewell, as my heart hopes for another moment in time,
lest I am left with the depth in my soul to carry of loves tragic goodbye
So, these lessons in life are sometimes blessings in disguise
I know not, why God shows us the things he does each day
I find peace, though I am much different than most, I know
One day the Gallo may be requested for me,
and my more than average, unconventional ways
I merely ask for one thing,
Please do not greet me with pity, along my passing way
~Someone said to me once, they had a normal life and it might be a good thing to try~
Oh if i had the wings of an eagle
i would swoon to pick you up
and take you to a place
i call never land
where passion is the beverage
that parched lips taste
where scorching love cascade
never are your desires gratified 100%
they are continually foraged
upon the bed of elation
diminish burdens and be uninhibited
let go of all your encumbrances
let me my love liberate your mind and soul
as i take you on a fervent journey
that will tantalize your very essence
and trigger an excruciating nostalgia
that only can be pacified by I
Taking my place in your gazing blue eyes
Who stole the glow of my dawning sunrise?
As defiling your virtues you obliquely lied,
Pounding my heart till I died a little inside.
When a brilliant sunny day said goodbye
As lightening arrived to thunder blue sky
Storming my life, you left me teary eyed
Exacting high price by forfeiting my pride.
Reluctantly I disclaimed your sweet smile
As your blatant animosity put me in exile
And adulating ill-will you ceded to hate,
Trampling on destiny you altered my fate.
On my horizon cried your reign of disdain
As you rejected goodwill again and again.
Remnants of aspirations no longer claim
A desire of passions to reignite our flame.
Meaning of love soon indelibly changed
Revoking your name from souls estranged.
Hurt still remained, woefully pacified--
Lingering listlessly, till I died a little inside.
February 9, 2019
Placed first:Early March 2019 contest by Brian Strand
Placed second:I died a little inside contest by Silent One
I've spent sundials of time feeding ghosts,
teaspoons of fear
dollops of regret
pecks of what-ifs.
Just to keep them pacified
'til I could grow some balls and climb
the cold cliffs of courage.
but the truth is...
I'll never climb to higher realms
-don't have the gift.
though it took some time
I've accepted all of it.
I'm a creature born of the ground
made my nest in the good earth
I don't breathe stars
but I do inhale dirt...
I've grown up(somewhat) and tossed the ghosts
into a pit called self-forgiveness.
I still feed them scraps from time to time
but they'll never get what they desire,
the main dish with all the trimmings
silver-wonderful -shimmering.
Tell me why ...
babies have to cry,
from not having enough food to be pacified
Tell me why ...
mothers have to moan,
from seeing their babies suffer all night long
Tell me why ...
fathers have to feel impotent,
because they can't afford to pay the rent
Tell me why ...
parents have to lie,
to receive necessary benefits to survive
Tell me why ...
children have to lose their innocence,
having no safe haven makes no sense
Tell me why ...
man causes all this pain and suffering,
with the oppression his unjust ways bring
Tell me why ...
in this world there can never be enough joy
I've been asking myself this question ever since I was a little boy
I cuddled my baby until he took his first few steps
And began to exercise his new freedom of choice,
I heard him babble words like “ma ma” and “da da”
Years before he developed a man’s voice.
I lengthened the cord when he desired to run free
And monitored his activities and friendships, too
I trusted wisdom and instruction to guide him
Even in situations that were brand new.
I cheered when he participated in sporting events,
Both at practice and games, I did what proud parents do.
I encouraged him through disappointment and losses
And his joyful response was, “Mom, I love you.”
I listened to the things he said no matter where or what
And embraced him when he was sick or sad
I shared my life stories to motivate and inspire
But when I let go of the reins, he was so glad I got mad.
I cried at his high school graduation
And waved farewell when he joined the military.
I beamed when he clicked his heels and saluted.
What a handsome man in uniform he turned out to be.
I sent care packages from time to time
Just to ensure that he was eating right.
I asked my Lord to protect my child,
Each day when I prayed—and each night.
I stockpiled memories before he went away
And rejoiced at hearing news of the battles they won.
I pacified all my concerns with hope
And longed for his work on the battlefield to be done.
I know that a child is a precious gift from God,
And I did my best with the son placed in my care,
God gave him to me, and let war take him away….
He’s still my son, and there’s much more I could share.
Now it gnaws again
Growling to be satisfied
Pacified with food
My hands condemn me
I coven murder like fun
My lust pacified
The Queen's henchmen penetrate professionally the porous perimeter,
as a Phyrric victory I pacified your Lady's legion,
for both in the open,like charriots missing riders,decentralized command,the measure,
I, like you maneuver behind the superior shelter of Praetorian's protection,
Levy the lurid seige upon my country's citadel as incensed infidels do,
your cantankerous catapaults wasting pawns like pebbles punched by a storming sea,
an officer sacraficed sardonically, intrepidly,
so to decimate the dormant foots encumbering you,
audacious as an angered asp the timely tactic was,will it hasten your demise to me?
Mandatory machinations amongst this moonlight morass,palpable being Death's caress,
a zephyer like a frosty scythe grazes gingerly our anxious eyes,
tethering the still strategy of mens' mentation,
advancing positions predicted but unproven, an apocolyptic inevitability provoked,
fostering inclement suspense,
justice is now beyond principle,virtue survives only on victor's blade,
incantations made in fire for fear's sublimation,
The common denominator of this prommenade of predation is relentless domination,
manipulating the opposition,perception taunted and haunted
as the fox dictates the chimerical chase,
a vermillion heartbeat,virulent,lucious,with a thin hum of vincibility
lures you to na spot of fragile dominion,
divided forces tend to scream like burning forest
when ambushed along trails of a tedious pace,
When the harp chords chortle tears of tucker from a skulless head,recall with dire dignity
that you were vanquished in strong purpose,
the memory of your egregious exploits will depend on the degree of quater
afforded by my soveriegnty
given to this proud harem of prospective sybils
rescued by a king's necessary nemesis,
J.A.B. - Part Three -