Best Apologetically Poems

Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently recline:
Amidst coy Junes radiant beams 
of sweet benign!
All was stilled, all was hushed,
Save vast reed beds sided by the
Shallow hills...

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My auntie came to visit when I was three, but nearly four.
    I proudly and lovingly wore her name gifted to me, a sweet legacy.
       I was filled with excitement and delight, her eyes twinkled in...

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She spent
her evening with a
friend named Jack.  Jack
stood out like a volunteer, making
no apology for himself (though he forward
marched through her life like a
soldier's foot-stomp parade,
minus pomp minus
circumstance).

Jack always
took his possessions at
first ever impulse, that is
to say he was the type of
man who could...

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(A Christmas vacation vignette)

Lisa and I choppered onto Manhattan Island yesterday morning. We’d both felt toasted—so we took naps—and yay! We awoke recharged.

Later that evening, Lisa and I were at the ‘Elsie’ Rooftop Bar, in Manhattan, waiting for Lisa’s boyfriend, David.
Ok, man-friend? More age appropriate...

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Lies from directions I had not expected 
Offered in a variety of ways 
Apologetically 

Pretending to be concerned 
I sent them away 
Recognizing their imperfections 

Seeing them more clearly now 
Rumour Mongers 
Thriving on gossip 

Fabricated by clouded minds
Trouble makers 
No longer friends of any...

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Considering how many times I set out to pen a small,
Master piece of art, a gem that might underwrite,
The utter liability of being just that stamp,
Or tramp, or whatever other denomination one might reliably take into use,
To put me in some camp,
By way of classifying...

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Arbitrarily
Apologetically
Apathetic...

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My golden dog,
two days after his death
I can still smell his fur
in my nose,
in my brain.
After frantic efforts,
we shared his last breath.
I watch the life leave
his eye.
His name was Cosmos and
I think there is a switch
on the spirally DNA
that's turned on more
for some than most.
Those...

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True love is unquestionable. 
What is true love?
To me; it is more feeling based rather than definitively worded. 
Emotional attached, formed mentalities that are equally paired with an immaculate physical connection. 
Collected bi-gender, shared love—
She’s out there.
He may be too afraid. 
Hidden in there; inside...

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The wilderness has been improved of late,
Or so they say.
The maple trees where sticky syrup oozed
Between the cracks of scarred and broken bark,
The wild apple trees whose crooked branches
Cradled clumps of crudely woven twigs,
Have been replaced by houses, row on row
Of painted boxes gleaming in...

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My love for you is a tasteless agony
A single shroud thrown over the rest of me 
As I tip toe the path of masochism it only brings me closer to you
Because I don't believe that the bottle would bring the pleasure of damage that it...

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MY DAUGHTER'S VICTORY

A lie
A deceit from hell 
Basket filled with lies
Lies still in his grave 

A misery
Talk the walk
A wise fool 
Very faultless

An Infidel
Sticks to the pants that feeds him
Scratches his feet on the ground
Like a day old chick 
In quest of a corn seed

A...

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The problem is her lips.
They don't form smiles any more than waves decide of their own accord 
to lift themselves up off of the ocean's surface.
And if lips are meant to be drowsy shutters
then hers fail miserably; crinkling apologetically
and they let everything, everything through!

The problem...

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THE FINGERPRINTS ON THE PARK BENCH

WET PAINT

Perhaps if it had read ……SLOWLY DRYING PAINT

Who knows……WHY

So many must test
the veracity of the obvious.

Question the tone of the voice,
the size of the “angry” letters,
offering a cautious advisory.

We flee the “crime scene”
having left DNA and fingerprint evidence
of ...

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Everywhere Street

Aren't you someone that I should recognize;
He said as he approached her with stride.
His familiarity caught her with surprise;
And she disliked what his eagerness implied.

Aren't you someone important;
She looked down towards her feet.
Maintaining distance with her comportment;
Yet, he ignored her plea to be discreet.

I...

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