"appeases" poems
He struggles and ponders,
reads and re-reads,
My markers fail before his eyes,
his naivety takes over,
A fruit? he queries,
I burst out in laughter,
Can be, I agree, but I await for more,
he peruses and my ribs tickled,
amused and curious, I stayed,
at his innocence that shined.
A Mango! he exclaims!
No! I equally enthused
'A woman, a fruit,
delicious and mystical,
for a man who craves'.
'Oh' the meek sigh, a tiny sound,
concurred or dissent, I know not,
In a flash came a verbal rebuff,
back to his annoying self.
He annoys and appeases,
A friend I have known for years,
Mine forever, I know for sure,
no matter what he says.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 5:50 AM UTC
“The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.” –Sayuri, Memoirs of a Geisha
I bet the Furies are laughing
For such misery Fate has made me.
Anymore and I’ll do more than pitying,
A hopeless case as bad as it’ll be.
Maybe it’s all being orchestrated
And what’s missing is a cut-off thread.
Never a love like this be requited,
Oh,throw me by all means, good and dead.
No wonder, I’m gluttonous of desire,
And here, I’m Cerberus’ best feast.
Even as I struggle away from the fire,
Well,I’m still caught in the least.
Go ahead, feed on my carcass,
Likewise, suffer like Fantine.
Singing in misery till I pass,
Carry me away to a lake with pristine.
I wish then to not hear a lull,
Let that gentle hand rescue my soul.
Now my heart’s safe from hurt or fall,
Ready to be given for a better goal.
Good riddance from the hands of Eris,
But am I really cleared off?
Romance,not even found out of Paris,
Never mine to be with or to scoff.
So until then, I’ll dance alone
With an accompaniment of a shamisen,
Seeking my love to be requited on the zone
Behind a fan and mask smothered by a writer’s pen.
Don’t forget in my sleeves, a swan song
Is waiting to be released so…
Pick what appeases you for long,
Be it I’m Not That Girl, No Good Deed, or Let It Go.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
You ever think about how shallow some people are?
So shallow that if you stepped in a puddle of them your feet would still be dry
The people who aim to do things, maybe even great things just to impress or gratify someone
To put someone down
To make up for some kind of weakness
To prove others wrong
Those who create this image of themselves that appeases others perception of them
Money
Material things
Cars
Planes
Designer clothes
Gizmos and gadgets
Things that don't mean anything more than a look see to anyone of real depth
You know depth?
To appreciate everything you're lucky enough to have or gain
To understand the little things and the bigger picture
To have been through hardships and learned from them
Empathy
Patience
Passion
Creativity
Selflessness
Respect
Depth
But then, there is something worse than being shallow
Hollow
To be empty of anything
No desires
No pleasure
Just numb hopelessness
The ones who have been hurt and just couldn't get back up
And fill the void with either drugs, things of only monetary value or self-inflected lashings of pity, loathing and mistrust
They look at the ones with depth and see them as idiotic idealists with no direction or any idea what it means to be part of a normal society
They look at the shallow ones and see great figures of wealthy stature
Exciting lives being lead by beautiful elitists
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
It should have felt like utter ecstasy that final feeling of relief.
My soul being quenched after lifetimes of reincarnation.
Seemingly though never quite reaching Moksha.
Just as a desert always kisses the mirage of water but never tastes it.
The solace of peace that I craved.
My finger still lingers over the send button.
Call it trigger happy, but this is sadness with a nose.
Running after people trying to prove something.
Trying to confirm that I was something worth missing.
Someone worth loving.
Bending backwards like a contortionist.
Doing whatever appeases to be loved even if it was me being sacrificed.
The gods were no crueler than I was to myself.
I was a lamb in a lion’s den.
Crawling under the feet of those who never served me.
A wanderer lost in the desolate space between her mind and heart.
Logic doesn’t speak love into the life that is absent.
I see a hand reaching back the feeling of utter relief.
My soul being quenched after lifetimes of reincarnation.
Seemingly though never quite reaching moksha.
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 2:10 PM UTC
How can I ever explain it?
Not without a full disclosure
I will tell you every bit
Your kindness to which I demure
Soldiers fight their own private war
Mine to protect the Hill Tribes
Willing to suffer all the gore
All credit to them I ascribe
Upon arrival in Da Nang
I gathered my field gear and rifle
A mission with Colonel Vang
Preparation seemed but a trifle
My kind mountain Hmong Tribal ladies
Give a great gift to me, your sons
I will escort them through Hades
I'll teach them to ****** with guns
Wet their tongues in cobra's blood
I have come to save you from doom
The coming communist red flood
Boys already made their own tomb
We shall fly the flags of the Hmong
We'll rally boys from the villes
We must slaughter the Minh and Cong
The Hmong will have their own Bastille
I will take a dragon to wife
Boys will nurture in her foul breath
They will worship their ****** knife
We'll dance the ritual of death
I’m the lost soul forest monster
Others have come before today
They are pathetic impostors
We will flow through the night to slay
Other boys born beneath the palm
They have come to steal your life's breath
It's them that we target to bomb
I'll walk among you as Macbeth
My Duncan is among your kin
Banquo will haunt me til I rot
I will be fixed with mortal sin
Unable to wash away the spot
I will hide my hands from Odin
A conundrum in which I'm caught
Future will be among the Jinn
My destiny from this foul plot
Your sons buried in sacred ground
They'll not be stained with my darkness
Peace for them will be so profound
How many thanks can I express
Those boys in valor's selfless crown
From gallantry, their future gone
Sins I keep and can't beat down
For many years, I must atone.
I, far removed from battles roar
Do fondly remember those boys
Their smiles and laughter before
Stand out among life's greatest joys
No more the fierce warrior am I
Just an old man with memories
I am needing to just say goodbye
And maybe, maybe my conscience appeases
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
My family What's app group
Is homemade soup.
It keeps me calm,
Soothes me like a balm,
Reduces tension of the day,
Appeases my appetite for what is happening in some way.
Family relationship is savoury broth,
Holds a strong bond and growth.
Photos and videos,
Not to forget audios,
Are seasonings which enhance the taste,
Just some, only the best.
Gossips,jokes and sayings need time to simmer,
To reach full flavour.
Family moans and groans,
Are birthdays, death,sickness and new borns,
Raining with condolences and wishes,
Tangy, no preservatives.
Family members are garnish,
Quite a relish,
With active members as crusty croutons,
That promote sociability and traditions.
Passive members are fresh herbs,
Rarely a comment,only few words,
But,are there to bring out the lovely aroma.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
i built an ice castle around my heart -
it's hard to break, and even harder to melt
so i thought it would be perfect.
i put a sentinel outside the door
i gave him your face
and how your hands feel.
there's no way
you're getting in.
i built an ice castle around my heart -
it's cold, but it's still pretty
it appeases my vanity
and inside my blood gives eskimo kisses to strangers.
i built an ice castle around my heart -
and you laid the first brick,
so don't be surprised when i'm cold to you
when my eyes are frosty
and my words are short and sharp as shards of ice,
because you put my heart in an ice castle,
and it's sure as hell not melting
for you.
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 6:15 PM UTC
the night is my truest love
come to life. The lullabies
soothe like the shallow stream
rounds the sharp pebbles
therapeutically. Your mouth
now the extension of the curve
that begins on my own and
then becomes aflame.
i am not yet dead and cold –
but I am steeled
the darkness is the furnace
that has forged me. the floor
a peaceful mother of pearl.
the silence a lover
that appeases my nerves.
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
03.01.2013
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
My eyes
of pure intention
I
see You, beyond all objects that
come between..
You,
have no equal
In the ecstasy of my mind
You fill me with your presence.
All things grow dim-for,
am absorbed..
Thoughts of you
rule the power of my mind
and appeases the motion of my feelings...
Keep me always in the possession of your Love
For
In your love,
i
merit
Happiness :O][smiles..happily]
Feb 6, 2011
Feb 6, 2011 at 9:44 PM UTC
Beyond the black and blue
I can give back the truth
Because it’s not a crime
to walk into a public building packing youth
Let the drums roll on down
and collapse this soulless clown
Until he’s merely another body in a hole in the ground
Break my bones until it’s shown
how much blood this flood has known
You can’t postpone a cyclone or
Play sirens, stay private, or pray science
will apply the silence to overthrow a tyrant
that’s defiant in philosophy and dire in democracy
But that’s my luck
and I can’t instruct
The universe to bend its will
just because I’ve had enough
Play that piano with enough soul to crack the keys
And send a screech on down the hall that
disrupts their judgement but appeases them all
that ivory rubble puts a pop in the bubble
that convinced you that you were invincible
but since it now lays in the shadow of the mist
your creation and self-destruction can now coexist
Rome wasn’t built in a day but neither were you
Pack a little solace in the wisdom of ole
Fire fights fire so stop, drop, and roll
And when your time finally arrives
Know that something just as beautiful
was allowed to survive
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 8:04 AM UTC
Doubt pours out of the water spout,
which is connected to my face.
So I shut it off,
And like a tablecloth,
conceal my cluttered shame.
I leave my castle,
and with a tattered hassle,
I strike a lovely pose.
But a pose it is, and like a stifled hymn,
I shutter at empty prose.
As soon as I leave,
I cry and then grieve,
wishing I never departed.
I long for my bed, to rest my troubled head,
and get these lost thoughts charted.
Even that's a lie,
cause I wait to die,
caring not at all to think.
The narcotics I bleed,
flushed out by swirling steam,
carry me passed the brink.
But when I start to pass,
crossing the overpass,
I slam my brakes and beg.
Then life appeases,
my Id does what it pleases,
while I struggle standing on one leg.
After night approaches,
I ash my final roaches,
and slip into my home.
Is this incarceration,
disguised as a democratic nation?
The confusion manifests as a poem.
This is never eased,
and with a new disease,
my intellect is infected.
But, this growing doubt,
that clogs my water spout,
is despairingly reflected.
Though, answers dance around,
in their lovely gowns,
they leave when the music halts.
Then my cataract,
allows the mind to detach,
and hides the mirror and my faults.
But, this is not much relief,
because my chattering teeth,
remind me that the world is cold.
Reluctant to breath,
I role up my sleeves,
because the world is for the bold.
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
the lights from the street below
shine weakly into the silent room
she lay in the tangled sheets
staring off into the night
a television set oddly turned to face the wall flickers while
its low volume garbles its incessant whispered babbling
like some deranged man talking to himself
the scents of ********** thick in the air
there is a tray of food gathering dust
a bottle of wine untouched
she is motionless
the **** skin of her face glistens in the
shifting shadows of her silent thoughts
i sit in the hardback chair
with difficult breathing apparatus trailing my mental footsteps
i tread carefully through the narrow dark wood
of her languid eye with small talk
laying out a feast of interesting topics
she is not hungry
a storm flashes lightening far out to sea
images come to the mind of a ship chasing the dawn
desperate to break free of the natures fury
and the captain at the helm
heroic figure standing fast against the odds
holding to the wheel and shouting to all hands
the rain falling in tangled sheets
focus returns to the room
she is falling motionless entangled in the beds sheets
i am the brave helmsman standing fast
this ship has already sunk
daylight appeases the minds of the
littered minefield of broken and bent on the bedroom floor
so they now allow begrudging paths safely to be seen
her eyes have closed
sleep
the dust encrusted food and the stale wine
make a feast for the birds who's small wing fluttering
are the only sound
the sun's heavy light falls in a narrow shaft
that glows against the dark wood background
i slowly ease my hand into its warmth
like a swimmer testing the waters
i dive in
and my soul swims the shaft of light
up to the bright world
leaving this place of shadows
and this woman of darker dreams
she awakens hours later
to find me laying on the floor with one hand extended out to
where the sun once held sway
laying there wrapped in my dreams of liquid light
dreaming of the day just past
and the days to come
she lay next to me
and cups me in her arms
while weak lights from the street below
shine up into our quiet room
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
I listen to that
which appeases my soul
Country to rap
pop to classical-
Music satisfies how I feel
Not your perception...
Of what 'they' like.
You see "anger",
when I express passion.
You say "loud",
When I express joy
'They' are ignorant-
yet I hold the credentials of the 2%
You fear
the strength earned
while navigating the hostile waters
you created!
bottom line -
Look inside you
for I am not your cliche!
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
*i'm not pretentious, latin is dead,
church or society latin with it too...
ungrammatical latin is perfect
in whatever usage... does not desire
grammar schools... i know my latin
is awkward... the imperial march # Vivaldi...
oops upping a weather balloon and then
it rained and shined...*
see, it appeases the crowd, who wish to congregate, while i only wish to take a **** it’s like the church sent them and i was a peasant for easy ha ha... i’d easily eat them than ha ha... to easily forget it was your heart i was eating an not my ow item of addiction; nonetheless it made opera and caffeine a cherished return to, where whiskey replaced wine for all that dizziness required for a second life.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
if it makes me happy,
it’s not good for me,
in fact, it’s worse for me,
because I get addicted
if it’s tasty,
I over-eat it,
if it’s interesting,
I over study it
if it’s fun,
I over-do it
if it appeases my addictions,
I’ll do anything for it
women
poetry
diet coke
sweets
these are all delights
I cannot have
for they are poison,
to me
Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 5:15 PM UTC
Your mica eyes
****** their sinister gaze--
Grim and glowering--
Gouging into gaping heart-wounds
To commence continuous fresh ooze
Dripping from festering, unhealed centers.
Your darkened desires
Derive insidious pleasures
Watching the writhing and wasting--
The squirming of my weakening spirit;
You grin at the gruesome handi-work
Of your impaled butterfly.
The brilliant brevity
Of my soul's prismatic patterns,
Exsanguinates in frantic, futile beatings
With shredded, useless wings--
Faint flutterings fade into memories;
Anguish appeases from silent screams
To inevitable fatal numbing....
( Release me--
P L E A S E--
I need to soar!)
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
I am.... me, the analytical opinionated thing that simply seeks to figure out all things of meaning. Filled with intense curiosity, I engage in conversations to discover the nature of relations - yet with a sense of patience I pursue greatness, for being nothing is not where I want to be.
Yes, I struggle against the thought of a stagnant reality. I seek to experience what I can, understanding that the eventuality is the greatest adventure that I'll ever undergo.
Where am I headed, you ask? I'm headed to find the lady who can engage me with her mind, keep in tune with my time, and lazily make her way through life wandering through this beautiful rhyme. Pursuing that is my goal, to argue and banter with a woman with lilt to her laughter and together we can start a new chapter - Make the world quake at it's knee's with our vibrant, crafty endeavors! But, these things are never forced and waiting is the key. I'll continue to explore learning ever more, so that when I meet her our scores in the game of life should at least be even!
Beyond that? I flow like water from one moment to the next, never stopping, a rushing current of entertainment, logical manipulations and expert ministrations so that I can take life by the hand and save her from the river of a slowly deteriorating time!
-
The world, is my rhyme.
Beauty and the divine will be mine, in time.
The winds slow chime, eases through my mind,
Clarity appeases all my troubled thoughts.
-
What things have I wrought?
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
Never Say No
So naive, so gentle and so pure.
Pure of challenge, pure of respect, pure of confrontation and pure of expectation
Except in exceptional attire, but I accept you
You see life, is a puzzle;
A bunch of random, jagged edge pieces you have to form into a cohesive picture that appeases the public, but is also true to you.
“But what do you do with your gifts?” I ask rhetorically because it’s not up to me
It’s your picture.
And a stunning one at that.
I don’t doubt you will find your wave because the surf’s up and there plenty that will carry
Because I loved you before I knew you, and you knew that; and that’s why we are here
We’re all flawed. All we can do is be good and be better, and that goes for all now matter your personal temperature
So I wish you success, but always wonder;
“Could you have done more?”
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
sun bathes in snow,
a few hues melt
to eventually freeze
in the sky
a crepuscular light,
a white grave of memories,
that smells like burnt wood
and fresh dark wine
by the fireplace
a white sheet of blindness,
over a glass of silenced darkness
fire devours
the aching coldness,
the melody,
appeases even gods,
the fangs of frost
***** the petals of the flowers,
some of them will die this winter.
intertwining beauty and death
both of which we seek,
but at different times of life
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC
Power and energy
looking at you, is what I see
I can feel your aura around me
when we share the same space
Your aroma soothes me
It appeases my senses
makes me crave you
wanting you to make me whole
I am full within my own system
My universe comprised of my own wonders
Yet your light beams bright
even when the darkness is suffocating
I can feel you more than just as a presence
Your existence is dominant
I want to consume its essence
Join beings with me
Allow me to enter your atmosphere
My desires refuse the distraction of your flesh
Your vessel is all but oxygenated atoms
harboring energy
releasing voltages in bounty
Relinquish your electricity within me
Let me feel your currents as they flow
Collide forces with me
Creating a new galaxy
Arriving at our apotheosis
Existing infinitely
carrying out the act of creation
we have reached our highest potential
Our primal grounds for existence
Joining life forces to birth another
Can you even fathom the power we posses?
Surging powers of light
energies passing through space
Manipulating time
Creating life
We are pure in nature
While gravity keeps us grounded
our energy flow is limitless
We must live beyond our exteriors
For sin has contaminated its cells
Creating a dimming effect
Forcing us to see ourselves only as flesh
We are more than that reduction
Power and infinite capabilities are ours to hone
We are made one through our expression
Our artistic creation
Our charging energies
Existing in a universe of our own
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
I have always felt different in a lonely way.
My church friends will never understand me or accept me.
I don't know why I keep going to church. I guess it is a habit.
A habit that appeases my mom but not me. The moment I walk into church it is like I am on autopilot. It is as though I am looking into someone else's life not mine. I know I grew up in that church but it doesn't feel like me anymore. I know what my church friends expect of me but I know I am not like them.
I am this boyish looking girl that is proud of who they are as a person. My religion doesn't define me. I define me.
Mar 4, 2024
Mar 4, 2024 at 6:52 PM UTC
Making the most of the night,
in the deep of the shadow
the Sun sits,
stark naked
a sight to behold.
I wonder how old the sun is and is the sun cold and
if a cold sun runs red,how fast can a red sun run?
the naked sun is not undressed for fun
it's just taking a break before the break of the day.
With my thumb to my eye and my eye on the sky I can cover the sun,
so how and why does it give so much heat?
it beats me as it heats me and the night time cheats me of
its glory.
a bed time story appeases me but not as much as the sun shining pleases me,dressed or undressed it always impresses me, with its flare for the magnificent it caresses me,
I wonder where on earth that I would be without the sun and its light to light the path for me.
Why does the darkness so bother me when I know that the morning will dawn on me and the sunlight will take a place where it ought to be?
I suppose it's the fear of not being near the source.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
I do not write to entertain
I do not write to appeases society
I do not write to show someone how I feel
I do not write to make a point
I only wright to open my heart and mind so i my inspire someone like I was
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
Stuck in this hell hole with no hope of a rope.
I am here but no one hears me
I am sinking like I can't cope.
If only they knew how much I wanted out,
If only...
If only they could understand my pain,
if only...
If only they knew I couldn't leave,
If only....
Climbing up from the depth of doubt
My mind can't take any more and I know this
If only I could focus and solve this
Why is this hard
shouldn't it be easy
Please, I need to find a way to appeases me
If only they knew.....
I am out of control I can’t do this
no way to hide and defuse this
I can't help how I feel I need to loose this
If only they knew....
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC