"appetency" poems
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.madame's stifled feverish
tittering,
voice raucous as tamped in a
corselet,
translucent skin akin to pellucid
drapery,
overwrought hands entwined in champagne
hair,
madame's eccentricity is her
lunacy.
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.the mellifluous static of the ebony
radio,
dulcet hallucinations imbricate in her
Crumpet,
ephemeral visionary of the
erstwhile,
Madame’s a suitable fandangle tenant of the
bedlam.
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.madame scrutinized the greenwood through the
crevice,
appetency for the veil of sea
smoke,
imperceptive to her
frenzy.
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.ensnared in an austere
plight,
madame’s urbane actuality,
disenfranchised.
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.the exuberant dimension of reciting
hysteria.
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
It was by our old garage door
beneath a spot long favored by birds
to build nests of mud and string.
The neighbor’s cat had not yet found it,
though by dusk its deathbed would be
merely flattened grass and a tuft of down.
Perhaps I had seen this one
the day before, its head turned skyward,
beak gaping in a torment of appetency.
It was a juvenile—
not long expired, I knew,
one black eye neither open nor closed,
but stilled in that way
the dead gaze without seeing.
Its plumage was nearly complete:
the tell-tale russet breast,
the mottled gray.
So near to taking its perilous leap—
one unforgiving day, or maybe two,
had been the space between
flight and fall.
This was a lovely work of feather and flesh,
an inchoate beauty,
its pinions and bristles nearly made.
I nudged it with my boot
and glimpsed beneath the wing
a naked leg and trident foot—
all reptile scale and claw.
With less than a thought,
I let the thing roll back
upon itself, wing upon leg,
to await the coming
of the marauding cat.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 11:13 AM UTC
I've spent many nights
Mind spinning with thoughts
Twisted illusions take the place
Of my hopes of a restful sleep
The lessons
I have learned
from all the wrong I've done
Should be enough
To satisfy my appetency
There have been days
I've wavered in and out of faith
But selfishly I still sit and pray
And when I get what I desire
I don't long for it anymore
And now I am left to sit and ponder
In the twisted mind of a stranger.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
Is it
Those dreamy eyes of yours that I can't stop staring into
Those orbs that led me to your soul in heaven
Those receptacles that can elicit a myriad of emotions with a look
Or
Could it be
Those sumptuous lips of yours that I can't stop kissing
Those heavenly gates to your river of nectar that tastes ever so divine
Those sensuous portals to scathing remarks and honeyed words
Or
Is it
Your beautiful, wonderful mind that I cannot stop delving into
Your attentiveness to every detail when I tell you things about me and my life
Your appetency for knowledge of the universe and every single thing about me
Or
Could it be
The way your body merges with mine so perfectly like puzzle pieces
The way we understand each other so intimately like Siamese twins
The way you smile when you look at me, full of love and hope
I don't know what it is but I do know this
I love you baby
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
To the awaited vineyard—as shaky lips are no more.
A taste of Devine; desirable passion burning as a fierce
fire. —As like my God, who has consumed my bare heart
of ravaging love.
My hungry eyes, burn eternal for my spouse.
As like ten million stars—so bright; I am blinded by love.
It is young, and untamed. As the mighty steed, wanting to
seed mates. Love is wild; but under the one you truly love,
shall it be tamed.
Shall your ears quake at the voice of your love— as your
lips call their name. It will be as the flower, twisting itself
towards the glory light. As the appetency of waters, the
nurturing and care. I pray where you set your dreams, your
love be there.
May the shape of their love be pleasing in your eyes.
As the romances be anew, of a new experiences night.
Prize them as something you could never afford, care for
them as the only you hold. Bring them up as righteous,
and blameless to the Lord. Pure and untainted —speak to
their ear the beauty of His Word.
I entreat to all. Love your beloved, as Christ loved the church.
I entreat to all. Respect your beloved, as they see you of your
worth.
Aug 27, 2022
Aug 27, 2022 at 5:43 AM UTC
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*unconditional..
love follows...
it's own set of rules....
whatever be the..
decisions, accepted...
wholeheartedly....
appetency..
such passionateness...
blessed by the divinity...
don't say it..
simply love...
this is true idolatry....*
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©deovrat 24-06-2018
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
Your eyes seems to twinkle when you look at me
Your voice seems to be a music to my deaf ears
And I could just listen to it through the years
Just like what I want my future to be
But the thought of you and me is like waiting for expiry
When I know that you'd just cause my tears
To fall and only mourn is all what I hears
This affection between us will remain as appetency
If letting go is the right thing, I'll bet
Maybe being apart from you is what I should do
Perhaps time will come and I'll forget
The almost happily every after of me and you
Time heals, Time will heal the past
It will slowly fade just like a dust
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 5:07 AM UTC
Where shall I roam in search of mine most desire
To rove distances till all of Earth I have dolven
Deep ravines, summits, seas, caverns...
Wilt I then obtain mine desire
For if to see in whole existence, how sooth canst any covet proclaim
It is holo, I myself so too hollow
Whereof dost I live for - to request for not life and so life to not request me
Of whom hath left me here to crave, to lust
I am fainéant...
Yet I wander, in vitality
...in appetency.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 7:09 AM UTC
floating on a sea of blood
born of our heart's sins
drifting slowly while faced apart
in boats of our own skins
like memories dropped on still waters,
we become cognizant of each other
by the echos of our waves
filled with but an anamnesis of us
this liquid plane;
landless space between,
our forms become intoxicated
as if they were soaked in gin
the taste transmuting
from pungency to bliss
churning tides of rumination,
hurricanes of emotional rot
eddied at our shores
from hair's end to finger's tip
soaked, we are
in the torrents of our yearning
waiting for the maelstrom of appetency
to catch us in remission
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 8:14 PM UTC