Long Appeases Poems
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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
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
Rudimentary beings long for scope and meaning.
Amort craves instant healing and ambrosian appease,
To avoid existence gone in a flash with no intervening,
But trading morals for cash results in karmic disease.
Amort craves instant healing; ambrosian appeases
Acts become rash with no mysticism of consequence.
But trading morals for cash results in karmic disease.
Leading to squalor and a sojourn of penitence,
Acts become rash with no mysticism of consequence.
The pursuit of ambition and power becomes the norm.
Leading to squalor and a sojourn of penitence,
But true sapidity is found in being seraphic and warm.
The pursuit of ambition and power becomes the norm.
The imperfections of life may compel pain and strife.
But true sapidity is found in being seraphic and warm.
But they also provide opportunities for growth and life.
The imperfections of life may compel pain and strife.
Through Quintessence and aroha, we'll find our way,
But they also provide opportunities for growth and life.
And live a life with purpose and meaning every day.
Through Quintessence and aroha, we'll find our way,
To avoid existence gone in a flash with no intervening,
And live a life with purpose and meaning every day.
Rudimentary beings long for scope and meaning.
Written: June 10, 2023
On all these battlefields, shrill howls,
Corpses riddled with rotting bullets,
Abandoned tanks on fire,
Under this black sky of mourning, where death makes its home.
Where love has vanished from all these hearts darkened by hatred and greed,
the henchmen of the furnaces of hell express and realize all their fantasies.
Torn by the cries, by the tears, by the torments of war,
I walk like all these soldiers lost in the darkness that inhabits humanity.
My uniform stained with innocent blood bears witness to the battles and the agony of all these victims,
My soul bears the scars of all these horrible wars.
The tears of the earth were drowned in the hot hemoglobin of all these bloody battles.
Peace no longer appeases these minds, frozen by jealousy, infamy, hypocrisy, deceit, slander, savagery, barbarity and tyranny.
My brothers in arms have all tasted the glory of the lights of ultimate sacrifice.
All these oceans of pain spread by human wickedness.
Have made my existence on this planet bland.
Under the weight of regrets, human beings prefer to wear masks,
To hide the horrors of their darkness from the shadow that stands in front of their mirror every day.
For centuries, cannons have sung dramatic symphonies, but peace remains a dream,
For millennia, the din of weapons has sowed terror.
But humanity continues to invent weapons of mass destruction.
Thanks to the darkness of earthly vanities, I face the punishments of my life like a brave man.
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.
This poem is CUBE16 which is a form I created several years ago. The poem is based on a scripture verse.
If thou hast run with the footmen, and they have wearied thee, then how canst thou contend with horses? Jeremiah 12:5
Today seems hard
as chaos reigns.
Both fears and doubts
forge breakproof chains.
A time will come
when men will fear,
as danger lurks
and rushes near.
Travail draws close
and doubts beset,
as hearts perceive
a mortal threat.
Today perceives
that fearful time.
Approaching soon,
when dread will climb.
What shall we do?
What can we say?
We hope the fear
will rush away.
A look around
appeases not.
We covet cool,
but times are hot.
In Gilead
resides a balm,
remembering
delivers calm.
I call on God
requesting strength.
He steels my heart;
width, breadth, and length.
The Past
Written: by Miracle man
11-29-2019
Each day finds some group whitewashing history,
The revenge crowd hide facts, to create a mystery.
But history not remembered we’re subject to repeat,
Those demanding eradication have their own drumbeat.
We change names on buildings, streets and schools,
But demolishing statues makes us misguided fools.
Some judge always appeases the motivated, whiners,
And the end result is, that we all become decliners.
We may change the narrative by altering the acts,
So future generations won’t know the true facts.
And demolish statues attempting from memory to delete,
But non remembering sometimes brings about repeat.
“You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest
that it leaves your arms to full to embrace the present.”
Jan Glidewell
We’re dancing with the blues, a twilight silent musical,
But it’s a fine soiree; a low rent way to have it all.
We’ll close our eyes and hum a tune, it’s one we’ll just make up,
And dub step till that stingy moon drops something in our cup.
We’re dancing with the blues. My baby brings her muse along.
I take my cue from her and get my Arthur Murray on.
My eyes adore her working poor while Frankie Valle sings.
If bourgeois life is for the birds, we’d better grow some wings.
We’re dancing with the blues and we re-use our coffee grounds.
We’re down to seeds and stems. Our stomachs make those empty sounds.
So jitterbugging on the lawn appeases our despair.
We’re going, going, almost gone, not getting anywhere.
We’re dancing with the blues. You know it’s not unusual
To leave some bills unpaid. In fact, I’d say it’s typical.
We’ll rumba into bankruptcy and join the welfare line,
Then do the hokey pokey as if everything were fine.
We’re dancing with the blues on wooden legs in shoes of stone.
My darlin’ don’t complain; the only loyal dame I’ve known.
She swings low Ginger Rogers style and smiles like Bettie Page.
We’re waltzing down the Walmart aisle without a living wage.
We’re dancing with the blues.
Let gentle words on wings of verse take flight,
Unveiling truths to guide us through the light.
As whispers of truth on gentle verses sigh,
Belief blossoms bright, where shadows used to lie.
Compassion's gentle touch, a balm so kind,
Devotion's flame burns ever bright within the mind.
Everlasting hope, a guiding star above,
Fragile dreams take flight on wings of gentle breeze,
Gratitude's embrace, a comfort that appeases.
Healing hands reach out, to mend what's torn and frayed,
Inner light ignites, by wisdom's touch displayed.
Joyful laughter rings, a melody unbound,
Kindred spirits meet, on common ground they stand,
Longing hearts find peace, in love's eternal hand.
Melodies of hope on silver moonlight play,
Never-ending quest for knowledge leads the way.
Open hearts embrace the wisdom yet unknown,
Pathways to understanding, gradually unfold,
Quenching flames of hatred, with stories yet untold.
Restless yearning stilled, by solace love imparts,
Serene whispers guide us, towards enlightened hearts.
Triumphant spirit soars, on wings of love's embrace.
Unity's symphony, a chorus strong and clear,
Victorious souls arise, casting aside all fear.
Wisdom's echoes linger, a treasure to hold dear,
Xylophone's sweet song fills the atmosphere with cheer.
Yearning hearts find solace, beneath a starry night,
Zeal for truth burns bright, a radiant guiding light.
May these words inspire, let the journey begin to take flight,
Embrace the truth, and let your spirit win the light.
If nobody gave you a sentimental flower
to express how he felt inside:
accept this rose as a promise,
listen to it in flowing prose...
and stare into the eyes of this admirer
who proclaimed you the one he chose.
No other flower is nobler than a rose,
such lines he decided to compose;
and his amorous verses hide surprises
to enhance it with perfect rhymes.
If wealthy men can only offer sapphires,
I offer skies ablaze with pretty sunsets
and serene nights twinkling with stars:
choose the one who appeases desires.
No other flower is nobler than a rose;
how gallant he seems while he bows,
and charmed by your graceful pose:
he will immortalize you in his poems.