Short Appeased Poems
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Focus fickle, energy leaks;
dark thought clouds are released.
If we be he our presence seeks,
which demon needs to be appeased?
Profound zealous souls
In wonder assuaging beauty thirst
Dip hearts in oceans
In motion but beauty is!
A soul's crave never appeased.
His teacher said he was a ‘shining wit’
Little Jimmy was SO pleased
But when he told his mum and dad…
They could not be appeased!
(Think spoonerisms)
Jan Allison
8th April 2016
My soul is finally at peace
It has joined with yours
Its longings are now appeased
Drumming down its force
The chains that bind are no more
The loneliness is gone
I've found that reason to live for
It's because you and I are one
patterns of old exert a hold
but now our lustrous heart is bold
and so old stories are released
no longer in new scripts retold
no ghosts remain to be appeased
and fate any, our soul is pleased,
so we flow with ease like the breeze
mourning not the ego deceased
I have seen you on the
Winds of change;
Reigning in tightly
the future’s course.
Life is a playground.
Your games tough,
cold and soulless.
At the crack of
Your whip, deaths’ hunger is appeased;
Earths skin is torn asunder and death is free
to dine on her naked breasts.
Mind curtsied to Soul in deference and respect.
Accidentally infuriating Imagination.
What am I supposed to do? He chastised Mind
You belong everywhere, you are the dream key, Mind told him.
You can do anything you want.
This appeased Imagination in a fierce way,
and he finally quit pouting.
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From olden days of gods and goddesses,
Most of them did not keep their promises,
When we had appeased
They mostly had teased
Today, they are just some hypothesis.
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An instant feeding frenzy
Hunger is appeased
Tasty word morsels
Relief from the gnawing pain
Poets get their fix
Eyes searching for names
Trembling hearts wait to shoot up
Psychedelic dreams
Words course through my veins
On a never ending high
Addicted to you…..
Eileen Manassian Ghal
We have seen this before.
'blood sacrifice,'
an offering of dead children,
two rapacious Gods must be appeased.
Of course America kills more babies
spills more blood,
swears loudly
that in a blind God
We Trust.
Let us fight the good fight
not here, but over there
while the light
dies in our eyes.
Resting thoughts, we shifted to sensation,
which in stillness, we embraced and released,
that thus presence befriending cessation,
there being no demons to be appeased,
poised in the void, our bliss drenched heart was pleased.
Is-ness of being-ness renews as such,
where with ego exhumed, we learn by touch.
Churning in the shadows
Are my dreams of tomorrow
A time of peace
That is void of sorrow
Wisdom has conquered greed
Science has cured the diseased
Fighting has succumb to harmony
Through unity we appeased
Mother earth is guarded
Mankind is held in esteem
So much hope for tomorrow
But today it’s only a dream
As my temper rises
And I become angry
I turn to the sound of music
As I become stressed
And my heart begins to race
I turn to the sound of Music
As the Moon comes out
And my soul fills with doubt
I turn to the sound of music
The beast within me
Will never be put to rest
But it can be appeased
Cause music soothes the savage beast
We know that we exist and yet doubts persist,
since demons we conjured have not been appeased
but if we simply erase our to-do list,
from bondage to ego, we will be released.
One with eye of the eye and ear of the ear,
we discover that God within is right here,
so though through our life, our mind was in a fog
but now we do not let the tail wag the dog.
Sometimes I wish the moon
was cheese -- for those hungry
nights of unclaimed desire
subdued somewhat with a late
night snack -- now I am really
talking crackers...
as the heart is never appeased
long, by glob of jelly
or a dab of peanut-butter
Truth needing more than ice cream
brand, what will be remembered
as the cone of Democrats' Melted
Glory --
Evolution is an error extreme
Veiled things imagined, hopelessness in dream.
Observation's skewed interpretation:
Logic, post hoc, blind history appeased
Urges and egos in strange gyration
Tempting faith to suicide. Truth squeezed
Intermittent into darkness blunders
Over gaps and gorges, making thunders
Naked of the flash of light. Thin ice here!
ii
The Court Historians'
official dictums
of special reports
and minor fiction from
deep in the archives
where they've been
resting with other lies
besides these, and other
generally accepted deeds
have just been released
for "people consumption" now
that the donkies have been appeased
and truth into lie
and lie into truth
have rendered history
spin-city legalese.
the crackling of the clouds
already white and snowy-gray
the shadows of puppets
behind satin sheets
like lightning bugs obeisance
to the Lord’s applause
the zigzag rags
behind the mother-cloud
the hallelujah projection
rolls
and spectator’s eyes appeased —
the thundercloud euphoriant
8/18/2019
*rags - torments, teases
Cast be thy fate to live in exile
Bated be your fair fluffed fleece
Face of said avenue beguiled
Ebbed a carmine masterpiece
Ebony landscapes you adorn
The eyes of thousands you have hooked
Whines sharp replicas of thorns
Question mark shaped be such nooks
Appeased the ice queen had appeared
Fabricating jagged thrills of mirth
A concept quite eerie, yet linear
'Til done apart by spineless dearth
To Israel Kamakawiwo, IZ
Tell him the sea has receded and the stars are jumping on its bare bed.
Tell him that history was a seagull hungering our names.
Tell him, if he is silent, if he isolates himself, God appeased the volcano,
created for us this island.
Tell him that I wait for him under the almond tree, barefoot and still tousled,
with shimmering hoops. Hawaii, Izzy surfing clouds, playing ukulele.
Weeping waters flow;
Down the brook;
Rubbing against the rocks;
In so it looks;
A leafily tree;
Winds has it waving at me;
Kissing are the cool autumn breeze;
O' did I mention;
The lavender intentions;
Radiant aroma scented appeased;
Wind shaken;
The calmness fleets goodbyes;
Calming blue-purple royal skies;
Weeping waters flow;
Down the brook;
Rubbing against the rocks;
In so it looks;
Should I tell her?
Or should I not?
Of this deep seated secret in my heart!
Yet I wonder
Would she even care?
Does she know I exist?
Do I even have the courage?
I wonder why nature has to be like this.
I want her so much, yet I fear the response.
I guess,
Am gonna die with this secret too big.
I am going to admire
I am going to wish
I am going to dream
May be then, I will be appeased
That my love will not be in vain.
Strange,
This love is.
As the hail makes love to the streets
I query its vendetta with I
What had I done to be defamed
By such unforeseen chagrin
The sound ‘tis the climax of the horizon
Echoes that of a violinist scarred by sexual mortification
The harmony plays in quite a lovely manner
Could hook one quickly if not careful
Appeased I sit in a wooden, black chair
And saturate in fine rock refrains
A pacifying compensation if I may say
A scripted version of hell
The Serial Killer (Duplex)
Daily
he waits
for night
to come
and then,
shrouded
in pitch
darkness
or pale
moonlight,
he goes
in search
of prey
striking
swiftly
without
mercy.
His needs
appeased,
the great
horned owl
puts his
conscience
to rest.
Remorse?
He does
not give
a hoot.
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Duplex form:
2 syllables each line
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These are the days of ambient light
Where speech is bastardised into winking icons
Where binary money buys the next upgrade
Sunlight seen through a man made lens
Imagination imprisoned on the net
Our lives the library books of an electric race
Relationships ripped on live tv
We are the desensitized generation
The qwerty kings and queens
all the answers a finger tip away
We are humanity trapped within the world wide web
And the internet is never appeased