School bullies will always call you names,
but would they if they knew I was your blood?
Maybe the insults would have stopped.
There would have been a lot less scraps.
I would be a man without unhealed scars.
If only my mum had not caught your eye..
Why couldn't you have been like Charles Darwin.
Taught me the difference between right and wrong.
Built me a tree house or shown me how to shave,
but you were no torchbearer for my flame.
I wanted to be as tough as you,
but my strength was trapped with fear.
Your anger meant, I was too afraid to ask.
Silently, I questioned your hypocrisy.
If only, you had not walked away.
Instead of blaming each other,
I wonder if we would have formed a bond,
but stubbornness tasted like bitter gourd.
If we took time to explain - possibly apologised.
Maybe, you would not have died without talking.
How many Friends Have You Now?
How many friends have you now?
How many write you everyday
Say they are sorry and their nation will pay?
How many have apologised?
How many have realised?
How their relatives have taken part?
Shot your countryman in the heart?
Raped your women and tortured your men?
How many are distressed?
How many digress and never mention
The killing brought by their country’s intervention?
Called you a bandelaro to your face
Said that they want to extinguish your race?
How many have visited with flowers?
Cried with you for hours?
How many begged your forgiveness?
Showed their true friendship, through their stress?
How many have knocked your door?
None, as I can see
None smatree (Russian for see)
None held your hand
Begged they didn’t understand
Many apologised and relished victory in their eyes
Saw an easy win,
gloated through the Crimea sin.
Friends have borders too
These are no friends of you.
David Cox 11/06/23
A single tear drop of a woman is something to not take for granted in life.
Quote by poet
When a woman cries
A real man feels
Pains.
When women cry for good purpose ,
God is always shaking in the
Heavens.
Making women cry ,
It is not something to wish in
Our lives.
Making women cry on your own risk,
As you can bear the heavy of their
Cries.
Sometimes men make them cry
And bearing their pains for many
Years.
When your physical eyes lie to you
About their physical
Weaknesses,
You will cry like a baby later
After understanding about their secret
Powers.
One day my friend was attacked
By some guys
Publicly,
Then an old woman cried,
Fallen on him and
Thought to take off her
Cloths.
Those men apologised
To the old woman
Quickly
And left him.
My friend was saved
By the cry of that old
Woman.
May 20/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
The phone was attached within the hallway of the house, she told me “We need to talk about something important”, “it’s so important that we need to meet”.
On the middle of the bridge in Thornhill, travelling to school, “I don’t know how to tell you, but I have an STI”. Her mother confirmed it as they had been to the clinic together, it was from me. “It’s ok as my mum and I have sorted it out.”, “better get yourself checked now.”
We had been together for six years, she was bi-sexual, but I didn’t know what that meant. On the bridge I knew that I was dirty, never learnt to wash, I could not even afford my own clothes, but the wind was blowing in my face. “We can work it out”, again “as my mum knows.”.
I forever apologised for two further years. She was my first girlfriend, my first love and they only one I knew. She was the first girl with an imagination.
I died with high hopes I would directly rise
fast upwards to heaven. But to my surprise
someone kept me waiting, don't know for how long.
Commandments all ten dutifully obeyed,
three times per day all my long life always prayed,
so I had considered myself good and wise.
A bright angel told me: "My child, you are wrong.
Self-righteousness we call the trap you stepped in."
He showed me my life, the scales fell from my eyes.
Being big-headed was clearly my sin.
First I disclaimed but then bitterly cried,
profusely apologised, let go my pride.
Late comprehension in front heaven's door,
rueful confession: "I should have loved more!"
He nod in agreement and after a while
he opened the door beckoning with a smile.
Do you hear what was done
Those years ago under the Australian sun
We came to what we were told
Was an empty land for the bold
Some had no choice as a convicts fall
When their sentence was at the old Bailey’s call
Free settlers paid their way here too
Thinking it was all for them to do
So hardships were worked through
Making a life for their family too
But some were pushed aside
Making their lives hard to abide
The Australian Parliament has apologised
For the way First Nations were treated and ostracised
So time marches on with some bridges mended
But it seems the progress isn’t good or as fast as intended
So now we go from one issue to the next
Leaving Australians so perplexed
How many times do we need to go through it again
I wonder when will this all find an end?
© Paul Warren Poetry
When I let one loose in the elevator,
I blamed it on last night's baked beans.
The blast from it sounded like thunder,
As it tore a large hole in my jeans.
I apologised to all and sundry,
For acting like, a silly jackass.
But my voice became rather squeaky,
As my flatulence, was pure laughing gas.
8 / 7 / 2021.
There was panic at the food bank when I arrived in my Rolls Royce
They said I was not welcome with my fur coat and plummy voice
My chauffeur turned off the engine and when he opened up the trunk
The manager’s jaw almost hit the floor; I guess he soon forgot his funk
He blushed as scarlet as a tomato, and apologised for being so rude
As the trunk was fit to bursting with bags and bags of lovely food
I know my arrival in a limousine caused alarm and some confusion
with my posh appearance he’d jumped to the wrong conclusion
This story has a happy ending, as I help out at the food bank
The manager is civil to me, shucks he’s my ex-husband Frank!
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
Submitted to Favourite rhyme in August 2021 Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
08/05/21
When I let one loose in the elevator
The monk adjacent profusely apologised
The thunder, he affirmed, gift of the Creator
Inhaling it deeply would see divine light realised
Though the mood lightened, kerchiefs were out
Trapped within, behind the moving lifts door
Embarrassed no more, mind free of doubt
I loudly requested him for an encore
31-July-2021
When I Let One Loose In The Elevator Poetry Contest
Sponsor: charles messina
a choice in life whether easy or hard,
challenges our minds before we give the nod,
it may be sharing a toy as a child,
or charmed into love hate marriage beguiled,
many moments in life need a coin toss,
seeking head or tail for a win or loss!
journey sometimes in to unknown terrain,
lets frivolous fate decide future gain!
and that day I walked away from her,
sobbing she stood holding my last letter,
the bright Sun that evening shone dark for me,
our hopes died and two hearts did not agree,
simple problem made complex by my pride,
should have apologised, let kiss decide,
drowned in remorse she chose to be alone,
would have gone back to her If I had known!
love screams in my heart on a silent night,
wish I could turn back the clock - make it right!
2nd Placement
Written 21/11/2020
Juxtaposition poetry contest
Silent One sponsored
18 lines 10syllables each line PS syllable counter
On the doorstep with the mail
A letter from the Police
Looking for a male
Who disturbed the peace
My description was a match
I did start to panic
I’m not their prize catch
It’s just a line up and that’s it
I went to the station
To join the line
It was a weird situation
The accused was about 5’9
With a shaved head
Wearing blue jeans
And his top was red
It was like a movie scene
We all stood in a row
I was number two
It wasn’t right from word go
They said “it’s you”
You’re having a laugh
That’s not right
That date I had a bath
And an early night
It wasn’t disturbing the peace
Murder was the case
Believe me please
Look at my face
Why would I kill?
I have no need
I feel ill
My hearts racing at a speed
They took my DNA
And my fingerprints
In the cell I stay
Lots of time to think
Will I get out?
Or on remand?
You can shout and shout
But they won’t answer your demands
To shed a tear
Is only natural
I’m full of fear
I need my family and pals
The door unlocked
The officer walked in
He apologised a lot
It was a misunderstanding
I took my belongings and the case
And began to run
To get from that place
As fast as I can
I watched her in pain, torrid discomfort
She writhed, twisted, rolled around
Then feebly apologised for being a bother
I nodded, half-smiled, fighting tears
I watched her sigh, heave, tremble
She squeezed my hand with a weak grasp
A searing tear besieged my face
Burning my cheek pores as it travelled down
I watched her worry lines get deeper
She lay still as her thumb toe struggled with the index
Her lips moved, gearing for speech
I wait for a spell, but words never found life
I watched her shame as the urine bag filled up
She looked at me, in search of empathy
I watched, helpless, unable to do much
As the cancer got the better of her
You see
I'm unable to fathom what you did and you said
I saw love but I felt pain
And for years on the presence of others
It's all the same
Confidently you uttered the words of assurance
"I'm different from them. I am not like them."
And of course my heart danced
As I remember those moments
I listened to the pounding inside our chests
Echoed in the air of silence
I resent the lost chances
I should've shouted
Loud and clear what I really felt
It could've gone off easily if I did, maybe
If you heard my cries
You could've apologised
Or will you apologise?
For you to ask forgiveness
Is my hope for vengeance
Charles Aznavour and I
Once in Southgate, I bumped into him
I apologised, so did he, and we continued on our way.
Further down the street, I said to myself
you touched a famous man, thought of running after
him telling I knew who he was, but since he knew
this already, he would think I was deluded.
I later saw a picture of him on the door of a restaurant
Where he had a “gig”; one is modern.
The ticket price was high, and I didn`t care too much
of his singing, his public was for the cognoscenti
who had once been in Paris.
Me, I like Edith Piaf we lived in similar streets.
He said he’d like to see more of me, so I took my gloves off.
He said he’d like to get married so I asked him, who to?
He said he loved my eyes.I said, I see
He said he’d like to treat me. I said, how?
He said which University did I go to so I said, at Cambridge
we don’t ask questions like that.
He said he went to Oxford.I said, what for?
He said he did P.P.P so I said he should see a doctor.
He said would I like to get married.I said no-one has proposed to me yet.
He knelt down and kissed my feet.I said while you are down there you could cut my toenails.
He said I was cute.I said, I can’t believe it. I’ve never been so insulted in my life
He said, I just can’t say how much I love you.I said, why not?
He said, you seem cheerful
So I apologised
He said, are you Jewish so I said, no but my mother was.
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