Apposing Poems | Examples


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Right Or Wrong Choice

Is it rather simply a case of me
myself being at fault

Should I not look ever deeper delve
far more inward

Into my own soul at what actually
makes me tick

Approach my choices and ways

And means of processing my thoughts

And try other apposing different methods

Before I come to a conclusion

Well yes of course I should

That goes without question or saying

But that inevitably will only end up 
concluding with me

Being denigrated cast out abandoned 
and banished 

If I do not want nor am able to willing
wish or choose to side 

With the many even if I believe in what
they are doing is wrong 

Enough in order to remain

Than retain and give up a part of my soul

Training 4 Olympic Triathlon Gold Best Coaches 1 Can Find

Wishing and wanting to be

An

Olympic Triathlon Gold Medal Winner

Knowing full well in order to succeed

This specific individual feat requires

3 different apposing skillets

So I went in search of 3 of the very best
coaches in each individual particular
event and discipline

So I got Memo to teach me how to run

Forrest Gump how to swim

And Lance Armstrong to teach me how
to ride a bike

And most of all how to cheat at all 3

Stupid Is As Stupid Does

Proudly exclaiming the benefits

Apposing thumbs and a superior intellect
we as human beings are in possession of

Isn't it then amazing and inconceivable

How amazingly stupid and gullible
we are

Like for instance paying out hard earned
money over in order to purchase a book

Shamelessly entitled

How to Win the Lottery

By someone who has no quams admitting

HAVE NEVER IN FACT ACTUALLY EVEN
WON THE LOTTERY THEMSELVES

Or come close or have any evidence or
basis to back this theory up

And not only buy it in the 1st place but
read it and buy into it as well

I often wonder if our family pets must 
sometimes look at us and think

Seriously

Who on earth though it was a good
idea to leave you in charge

And are you taking me out for a walk
or am I just indulging you

Maybe that's why I take the lead

Because your not obviously capable of being
left to your own devices

Without guidance


Premium Member A Healthy Heart

Sometimes the 
lines between
happiness and sorrow
love and hate 
are thin (barely visible
to the naked heart) – 

(a healthy heart 
needing more than 
a steady-beat
to be truly healthy) – 

hearts not created 
merely for pumping;
nor for expressing 
exclusively within 
the Body-visceral
while excluding 
the vaster realm
of metaphysical being

(confined within a cage of bone)

(drowning in its own
oxygen rich fluids)

No, the heart truly
reaches out -- beyond
muscular attributes:

exceeds surface 
perimeters of flesh 
and blood – 

transcending
the core-less Atheist
concept, absent a 
spirit and soul
for greater inspiration…

refutes the materialist, 
who sees only 
superficial reality,
excluding the essence 
of divine interaction
and miraculous manifestation –

The heart I speak
stretches the rulers
of medical Measures – 

remains an enigma to science,
and by contrast -- the light
apposing dark-sided men 
who reject Christian-unity daily

as did those prosecutors 
of The Son of Man

who rejected Christ love 
and His revelation 
of Divine Source
and Holy Trinity….

The Stage

Today I awaken again to take this very stage,
Resign from yesterday and turn not a chapter but a page,
I put on this costume approved by the mirror,
With which to act amongst others that I am without fear,
But fear not the decision but the choices today,
For when the vast curtains open what will I say,
This agony made worth while by not forgetting,
That Loves a light switch that brightens a setting,
So pose now your purpose with this prompt smile,
Let not the apposing props twist your simple style,
Face every self-important challenge and fail I might,
But fail to prevail so not to get stage freight,
Wear your strength close like a January mitten,
And proceed with caution for the script is unwritten,
Remember the small details underrated by many so much,
Like how tears love the broom side of a fingers touch,
These scenes within time wont go without sorrow,
Yet time sets the stage again for all of lifes tomorrow,
Still every routine has a beginning and an end,
So as I close these tired eyes the curtains will descend.

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