They’re merely empty words unless their from the heart,
meaningless apologies meant to save one’s face.
From damage we’ve done we are seeking a restart,
but previously uttered words we can’t erase.
Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these ‘it might have been’—John Greenleaf Whittier
without deep regret
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All Scripture and Tradition teach that we should never fear.
Don’t wait to speak until you find a sympathetic ear.
But preach to every nation: Let’s be loud and let’s be bold!
Just like our Lord and Savior. Yes, and all the saints of old.
Let’s dare to be courageous! Daily pray for greater faith.
Cooperating with God’s gift of freely given grace.
To speak the Truth to old and youth, unhesitatingly.
For we are called to be unapologetically apologetic…
As those who went before us did so all those yet to be
Might understand Christ theologically, historically.
And we who struggle now, let this be our inspiration:
We’re the “saints of old” to every future generation!
So, dare to be courageous! Build your works upon your faith.
And, open to the Spirit, be accepting of God’s grace.
And speak the Truth to old and youth, unhesitatingly.
For, we are called to be unapologetically apologetic…
For all we've been through, you deserve more.
Forgive this fool!
I wish I could take everything back
But be angry with me, I'll bear
I know I acted most dumb
Probably my brain froze and went dumb
My silly acts won't you forgive?
My tears I shed, love, to you ill always give
My Jewell of life! ??
You live in my sight,
I can't let you go!
I said betrayal I can't forgive. Today,
I need forgiveness. Irony!
APOLOGETIC
I’ll apologise here at the start
For this verse won’t appeal to your heart.
So banal, it’s a shame
But I’ll shoulder the blame
’Cos it's not rude, nor funny, nor smart!
Perhaps I ought to publish my position
(as if there's anyone disposed to care!):
I'm not convinced that open competition
is profitable. Poets, self-aware,
and full of self-esteem (as many are!)
increasingly seem disinclined to share
the fruits of midnight labour. From afar
(and I do not possess a crystal ball)
I think that I perceive a lowered bar:
requirements (this is just my judgement call)
to dress one's thoughts in rhythm or in rhyme
do not delight our writers. They appal.
We need not think of strictures as a crime.
Does discipline torpedo erudition,
or might it help us grasp at the sublime?
I awoke all alone; she snuck out late
last night, and my fragile heart is breaking.
She'd silently slipped out, without debate,
and as my world shook, I was left quaking.
Her lingering scent was still in the air,
making me instantly regret our fight.
For ebony shadows merge with despair
when there is no light, for shadows need light.
She left a note, written with words of Hope,
a reminder of the good times we've shared.
And as I read it, her words wove a rope
that pulled at my heartstrings, saying she cared.
I nervously rushed to her, head hung low,
and begged her not to throw our love away.
And asked her why she felt she had to go,
what could I say to convince her to stay?
As my apologetic eyes leaked tears,
I sought forgiveness with my heart and soul.
And she gently kissed me, calming my fears—
my heart had shattered; that kiss made it whole.
Apologetic heart
Cannot sleep
Or swallow
Feeling sad
Kicking memory of idiocy
Self-angry
Heavy heart
Too sad to cry
Mirror glares as I practice my lines
Will you answer your door?
Would I?
I over-guess myself, feeling dejected.
Sorry and sad. Depressed.
I have to try.
Dressing quickly. Love propels me.
Written: April 28, 2019
Contest: The Apology
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Why should I be sympathetic apologetic
life eats at you if you let it
never forget it
forget where you came
sick of this mumble rap its hella lame
so what can you proclaim
displace
why should I listen if you have no taste
semidetached keep the lock on your mouth latched
one to run when you're outmatched
why should I bring my homie's
when all you have is weak lyrics you show me
conglobe lounging in a chair with a bathrobe
I have a ordinary abortion nearly outlook on life
simple question why kill a baby before his life lesson
were worried steadily hurried carried along
don't want to pay turn a girl to a mom anyway
child support lost fathers at court try to distort
these memories its like our babies sold separately
adoption agency that's a sad thing to see
thankful it did'nt happen to me
im having visionary illusionary thoughts
its scary people dying from blood clots
a tumor ignore a rumor if you don't the rumor
might happen sooner. -TA
Got sand on my eyes
I couldn’t see my mistake
I walked like a trouble
I’m unacceptably different
Back before the old times
Back when were young and wild
We used to play games
Memories are still alive
I wrote everything in mind
The pieces of memories
But don’t get me wrong
I never throw anything
The will to say sorry
I’m telling to the world
This sincerest apology
Can we restart all over?
I want you to know,
That I love you more than I love rain,
And more than I love to live,
And I live for you more than I love to live for loving you.
It's a paradox to be hugging you.
Creating emotions
to oceans
Of tidal waves,
To my final days
I will always say
That I love you,
And live to love you.
To know someone like you
Exists in a universe on this existential plane,
Is keepin Ma sane,
And to have a friend
Is to send
Angels to transcend
God himself to no end.
So please forgive what I have done,
And anything I shall ever do,
Because just know that I have
Already forgiven you.
For taking my heart.
There was a time, when I felt totally undesirable
unjustifiably [I now know] and you being in your infancy
felt so.. un-understood, writhing in a man’s body, seemingly a child
with the heart of a warrior, a man, with all a man’s needs.
There was a time, when time stood still, and time meant nothing,
and age was but an unjustifiable number on a page of societal crap.
I needed you. You wanted me. And so………….we were.
There was a time, so long ago, it seems a passing dream;
we paired, we parted, and life went on…
Now, as time seems to slide by with the speed of passing film
I remember, not without wonder…Who am I?
And where are you? Do you remember?
I am not at all sure [for who ever is…] and I am sorry, if our momentary joy,
brought you anything else...In the deep of night sometimes [often, truth be told]
I wonder, should I say….sorry?
for loving you?
I HATE BEING WRONG,
BUT EVEN WHEN I'M WRONG,
I COULD'VE BEEN RIGHT!
ONLY IF THE SITUATION WOULD'VE HAD THE RIGHT WRONG PRESENTATION,
I WOULD'VE HAD ALL JUSTIFICATION FOR MY DRAMATIC EXPLANATION!
MY APOLOGIES FOR PULLING OUT THE DRAMATIC EFFECTS,
FOR SOMETHING THAT SHOULD HAVE ONLY CONTAINED BACKGROUND EFFECTS.
NEVER INTENDED OR THOUGHT ABOUT THE SIDE EFFECTS.
SO WHERE DO I BEGIN?
HOW DO I FIX MY LIPS & GATHER MY THOUGHTS;
IN AN ATTEMPT FOR WHAT WOULD, SHOULD & COULD BE MY APOLOGY?
WHEN I MYSELF CANT RECALL A TIME OTHER THAN THIS,
WHERE MY APOLOGY SHOULDN'T BE CONSIDERED,
LET ALONE ACCEPTED!
I WOULDN'T DARE REQUEST NOR SUGGEST
THAT SHE NOR ANYONE ELSE,
ACCEPT WHAT SHOULD BE MY APOLOGY.
BUT I AM,
UN-APOLOGETICALLY,
ACKNOWLEDGING & ACCEPTING THE FACT
THAT I MESSED UP & I WAS SO WRONG!
I'MA OWN THAT.
AND THEY DON'T HAVE TO EVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN;
BUT I WASN'T GONNA ALLOW THEM TO WALK ANOTHER DAY..
CARRYING THAT.
I DID THAT,
I OWN THAT.
NOW HOPEFULLY,
THEY'LL ALLOW ME TO RELIEVE THE PRESSURE
OFF THEIR BACKS.
Apologetic Explaination
Apologetic Explaination
ewe love
ewe never hurt me the sin of love is wrong for there is none
Is Life itself wrong? I say "again"is it wrong to feel?
A love comes from inside to nether regions in a man.
They call it fornication and they call it wrong.
It is just my inclination, to be a virile man, to go inn:
To be bidden to ewe feast, with just one kiss.
To love a lover is not wrong, to keep the love alive.
When we dwell apart, I am alone. My love comes.
I do not think me sissy, or afraid.
I need no partner to fool me, or a woman to seduce me.
My love is now a violet flower awaiting to be borne.
Awaiting my first kiss. Awaiting IFF.
For although She is too far away from me, I never stray,
far from her embrace. I just take that part of me,
the nether places of my anatomy, and come up
with my self love. I am NOT unhappy.
Happiness is IN me.
For She is real.
ewe love
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