Best Apologizes Poems
In the moment,
When a glistening
Snowflake falls to the earth
Washing the ground
In joy and wonder,
Peaceful silencing the
Darkness, the heartless
In the moment,
When a starry eyed thought
Lifts its smile, inspiring
The soul to embrace music
In notes of faith, stirring
Awake the breathless
Prayers, gentling grace
In the moment,
When a reluctant kiss
Apologizes for the fears,
The quiet tears,
Lost and lonely, faded
Like fires, sparks to smoking
Embers, ashes of the past
In the moment,
When insecurities thrive
Walking like the shadows
Along the oaks and pines
Imitating strength
Only known to those
Who listen to the feelings
Caressing the memories
In the moment,
When light replaces darkness,
Hope supersedes doubts,
Laughter inspires the child
Inside every heart who knows
There is a God who gives
More love than we can believe
More love than we can hold
More love than we can know
In the moment,
When His love falls down,
Erasing the past, the fears and tears
With promises for the new,
Beginnings that lead to assurance
That His Son has forgiven
The soul who believes in His gift –
The gift of eternal peace
The gift of everlasting life –
With the God who created each moment!
In the moment,
When I believed
I discovered the answer
To my every need
I learned what it means
To love unconditionally
And to know joy that is like
The gentlest peace, overflowing
My doubts and insecurities
Promising to bring me through every grief
With love that can mend every heartbreak within
Love that can silence even the mess that is ME
My poetic muse is such a fickle thing,
One minute hiding,
from my probing and penetrating mind.
Next leaping up dancing, and singing,
and throwing ideas and words
and phrases at me so fast that
we collide in a heap.
We slowly detangle ourselves.
He apologizes for keeping me in the dark,
but is now ready
to create in a serious way.
He gently tosses words and ideas at me
But they begin to frolic and wrestle,
reminding me of puppies at play.
How can I make sense out of such a jumble?
And yet as they play, a word leaps out of the pile,
tumbles into my brain.
My brain tosses it about for a while
looking for a place to put it
when another word and then a phrase
join in the fun.
My fingers start typing.
Wiping the cold sweat off my forehead
Standing beside the dying king’s bed
Thinking of a remedy while a sword
Was pointed to my shivering neck
I was praying not to fail, I begged the lord
But how can I heal a man this old and sick?
The tension was in the air
Combined with stressing anticipation
Their eyes angrily at me did stare
Expecting me to bring him salvation!
“If he dies, you die”, said the guard
“So you better do your best”, he went on
But what to do for an old dying heart?
A heart of a tyrant that’s black and dun
A tyrant who ruled us with injustice and suppression
Who made us live years of starvation and depression
How disgraced I am to be his royal physician!
I’ve been praying to god for forgiveness and remission
A tyrant who did everything to keep the crown
And killed so many to save his throne and rod
Who made horror in every city and town
So nobody could to him object nor stood
(He did all that to have authority and wealth
But ironically he didn’t know how to keep heath
He thought that he’d live and enjoy them forever
Well, on that he doesn’t seem very clever!)
But this Dark Age is finally to end
The revolution started to rise
I may do what I didn’t tend
And I’m not sure if it’ll be so wise
But at least it will be fair
The revolution heat is everywhere
So Apologizes to Hippocrates's oath
(I think he’d forgive me, if he knew the cause!)
He’d think it’s not a deed that’s moral
But these values are merely oral
And didn’t stop poverty nor hunger
The people became full of hate and anger
That their king ran over them with his horse
And enslaved them with his vicious soldiers
That he didn’t once hesitate to use force
The people became martyrs by royal orders!
“Come on, be quick” nervously the guard said
I started to search for some death in my bag
Then I spoke: okay, you can call the maid
He went to bring her and they both came back
On my way out I said: give him this three times a day
And his majesty must in his bed lie
(He won’t suffer much anyway,
Because in two days time
He shall die!)
A real man with morals and principles would never abuse a lady
how can a man beat a woman and drive her to nothing but fear
gone are the days when a man treats a woman the way he should
not saying that there aren't men like that but honestly they are rare
How can a man kiss a woman and then tell her that she is beautiful
yet when they disagree he is quick to slap her across the face
all my life I was taught that I should always have respect for a woman
so if I should abuse one to my family I would be the biggest disgrace
Any man that would hit a woman to me is nothing more than a coward
have you ever considered that she is somebody's aunt or their mother
I would never condone a man physically abusing his wife or girlfriend
I don't care who that man is it could be my best friend or even my brother
How would you feel if a man turns around and beats your only sister
I can imagine the threatening remarks or even the action you would take
you swear on your life that you would defend any female in your family
yet you hurt another man's family you are not a real man you are a fake
I could never beat or abuse the woman that I say I love and care about
the only time I would put my hands all over her is during our lovemaking
I was thought from a tender age that a woman's strength is her mouth
so I would save my energy for the makeup which is always breathtaking
women don't be fooled if a man hits you doesn't means that he cares
he tells you how soft your skin is yet he beats you all over your body
he then comes and apologizes and tells you how much he loves you
and later the process replays like beating you is his biggest hobby
a woman's skin is so soft and her touch is so delicate and tender
and yet a man sees it fit to hit her this is something I can't understand
I am glad I can stand and say that beating a woman is ethically wrong
I could never hit a woman and this makes me proud to call myself a man
so if you are a man that beats your woman honestly you sick my stomach
how could you say you love her yet you destroy her beautiful features
I think men like you should be condemned to hell on judgment day
I'm asking the real men to join the fight against all women beaters
By: Marlon Malcolm
Once our land stretched from coast to coast
and the drums of the people beat proud
we were mighty and we were strong
we were happy . . .
then the white came to our shores
they thought our land was theirs to take
they called it Canada
they brought disease unknown to us
when we fought for what was ours they killed us
and we killed to . . .
we were a savage people true and skilled at death
many of our chiefs were tricked to come in peace
many of our chiefs were hung . . .
they called this justice
the whites stole our land and our way of life
they massacred the buffalo and bear only for their fur
and left their rotting bodies and we wept for them
the ancestors of our people fly with the eagles
drifting and falling on the wind
their cry is our cry . . .
we were herded into reservations like cattle
starved into submission and left a broken people
and they called this justice
but in each of us burns a fire bright that can never die
in each of us is a strength and courage
a tranquility and serenity
we accept the past as the white acknowledge the wrongs
and the Prime Minister of Canada
is trying to say sorry
with tears he apologizes to the people for
the hangings
the killing of our people
the stealing of our land
the 1960 scoop of our children
the residential schools of abuse
the highway of tears that goes on and on
yet, the social injustice to the people is still present today
when they steal the land we have left
for pipelines, and other projects without our agreement
we want to keep our lands pristine for wildlife
we do not want polluted water where the fish die
some of us are living in third world conditions still
with no water, electricity, heat . . . still on reservations
so you tell me where the justice is . . .
I am just a girl of the here and now but
but I hear the drums of my ancestors beating
in my heart . . .
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April 1, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/They Call This Social Justice
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1009-383-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Social Justice
sponsor, John Hamilton
First Place
A lonely wind tells me its secrets
Treats me to its scented memories
Apologizes for its inconsistencies
While hiding in a slow rising fog
She claims she is but a pawn
Held hostage by the sun and sea
Warm vapors stir the forming clouds
Icy waters chill the air below
The battle sweeps her into its path
Spins her in a tornadic dance
An unseen sun calls the devils tune
A drumroll as warming waters roil
And yet her sister lifts a falling leaf
Sets it gently on a chilling lawn
Riffles the marching rows of corn
Colors the cheeks of school bound children
Thus, she bids a hurried farewell
For stillness is the harbinger of fate
On leaving blows an icy kiss
As friends arrive in hoar frost coats
Do you believe that second chances are a way to mend what was broken?
Apologizes are not easily accepted and hardly ever spoken.
Suppose you we’re given another chance to undo all your past mistakes.
Would that alter your life’s fate?
A lot times in my life I wonder where do I belong,
Especially, after I undo all my past wrong.
In life we make a lot of mistakes but we shall learn from them all.
Whether, they are big and small.
Sometimes the truth will never be revealed.
Sometimes the wounds doesn't find time to heal.
It only takes a deep desire to try with all our heart.
It does not take a new day to make a brand new start.
Giving another chance without having a revengeful mind,
It shows humanly compassion and always remembers to be kind.
“Sometimes life gives you a second chance, or even two! Not always, but sometimes. It’s what you do with those second chances that counts.”
? Dave Wilson
No excuses needed
Nor apologizes
This is who I am as a person, a human being and the man that I intend to be. Take your thoughts and beliefs and keep them for yourself. I am this man that you see before you without shame.
Not a shell of myself, maybe rough around the edges that seem to cut through the surface of my personal imperfections. My life and struggles has made me, prepare me for unexpected disappointments. So that I could just smile with tears in my eyes holding my head, no matter the circumstances. I make no excuses for myself every tear and worried thoughts are accounted for compared to the scares that cover parts of my body. I’m a fighter in every aspect of any thought or words form.
I represent the broken men who believed in something once
Maybe twice, maybe I should just count up my tears and move on.
Dues paid and deposited into the tampered and broken sections of my heart, no dearly departed I’m still standing. I’m just aware that my life means something to me. I find myself looking into the mirror with wondering thoughts that seem to just cross my mind and time doesn’t exist. I want to hug myself, searching for some type comfort even though poetry frees me. There are lists of things going on but that’s the role or part played by the image of this broken man.
I work hard on who I am, doing my best not to be wrong though have been taught by several, sometimes I just don’t matter. It’s not in me to give up, just that part of me to be Noble and at the same time a broken man.
People say its puppy love that we are showing.
I think its fully grown and keeps on growing.
I love her so much it hurts to be apart.
In the mornings when I see her, that's when my day starts.
We may be young, but we know what were talking about.
She is the one I'll always be with, there is no doubt.
It does upset me when she hangs out with her friends.
That's time together we didn't spend.
I'm not jealous, its just my interests I protect.
People know this so they give me respect.
Its Saturday night and I'm home alone.
Its getting aggravating she isn't answering her phone.
It kills me not to know what she's doing.
I know her guy friend likes her and is pursuing.
Finally she walks in, with this smiling grin.
Do you know what time it is, where have you been?
She apologizes, but knows this is only the beginning.
She doesn't argue anymore, she has no chance at winning.
Soon these words turn into physical abuse.
After it, they make up and call it a truce.
He always says, baby I'm sorry I just easily scare.
I just want to show you how much I care.
She always accepts him back and turns the page.
Now they're in love again, its called the honeymoon stage.
She is no longer his girl friend, she is now his prisoner of love.
Now she is in a vicious cycle she can't get out of.
Here is a rule, one hit is one too many.
If its true love, then there would never be any.
Cereal Kid-napper…
One who randomly texts’ you
Do you want to be kidnapped today,
And apologizes when running late.
You are picked up willing and able-
No duct tape or zip ties are needed.
Instead she brings…
Banana bread or cookies
And sometimes cake.
The kids are stuck in back—
Saying Hello—Auntie Merri…
Even before I can open the door,
It is the greatest thing.
Buckled up---off we go—running errands,
Forgetting our coupons—losing the keys—(not me).
Somehow we manage to get things done,
Even though we do not know the day of the week.
Someone is hungry—(not the kids).
If we be good--She may get us a treat,
When our errands are done.
Then you are returned, safely back home,
With a tentative date of the next time
You will be kidnapped by your favorite niece.
Copyright © Merri-Merri/fonda anne….
Once i lived with an uncle in a sleepy coastal town
who had a very beautiful house help from upcountry
now my male cousin Kiki desired to have a relationship
with our beautiful house help who was very lovely
One day Kiki arrives home alone he tries his advances
she flatly rejects him he then tries harder than its allowed
with no success.. later that night he is summoned by my uncle
Kiki tries best to defend himself....but is severely reprimanded
Now my Chieftain uncle is given to punishment and for Kiki
our Kiki is ordered to spend the night in the Chicken house..
not the European pet chickens these are real African chicken
complete with a rooster who scratches Kiki mercilessly
Come morning Kiki is full of scratches but he has learnt his lesson
he apologizes like his life depends on it and high tails out of the house
Safari my chieftains uncle we all love him but is know to be really hard
when it comes to meting out punishment and our Kiki had it coming
Lewis Nyaga
mambo ya pwani
There is nothing wrong with Jessica
I don't know any Jessica
If I did she would be smart and smell like flowers
You know, the living ones with pink petals
Her hair would change color at the beauty shop
She could be bald but I think not
People would love her just the way she is if she were
I like the name so much I would have a bunch
I will name my next ten children Jessica
And take them out to lunch if they exist
What's in a name
Jessica
Authors note: It is true. The author does not know a Jessica. He apologizes for any negative connotation or inference the reader might have or construe from the title for instance and to any one who, by chance, might be called Jessica. Please look beyond that and enjoy the poem.
I don't understand why you still wait
Paste tense is a time I don't exist
I'm on to where I'm going
And I'm through with where I've been
You need to quit rehashing the past
And trying to draw me in
With quasi-attempts
To bait me in a fight
Boy, I've got better ways to spend my nights
The things you feel in love with
You hold against me now
I haven't changed
Still somehow you can't see
Your derision's got your vision blurry
Plus the company you keep
Has you wanting apologizes from me
I'm not a needy girl
This I thought you knew
But you keep calling with stupid questions
Acting all confused
I don't rely on others
To ensure my needs are met
Love is obviously a gamble
And I cover my bets
I have no regrets
With the course of action I chose
My time and attention
Is only given to those
That don't betray or stray
And you made your bed
So in it you're going to lay
At this point now, all I have to say is thanks
Because I've truly been rescued
From a life forever filed with days
Of being stuck with an incompatible mate
You were not really a partner
More like someone I had to raise
And I guess I should have known
How this would all go down
Because you weren't a man then
Why would you be now?
John Howard,
No GST ever, if you vote me for Prime Minister
Remove tax from petrol
Change the word tax to levy and increase the levy to 48%
John Faye,
The average Australian should not be able
To afford a car or a house
John Howard,
Child overboard
Oh no, my advisers got it wrong
But it got Little Johnny voted back in
Just so he could outsource
The Australian job market
Make the Rich, filthy Rich
Remove middle class
And the Poor, become Poorer
Kevin 07
Apologizes to Australia's Indigenous peoples
Build a town for asylum seekers
Leads the revolution on education
Dives in, too fast, when insulating
Australians against the cold
Lets his soft heart over-rule
His heads when it comes to rules for refugees
Julia
Carbon tax here I come
After taxing the mega rich so they charge
Australians more for their products
Lady PM found the stolen generation
And made it a new business
While killing Liberal’s Work Choices
Julia is no Celebrant, Wayne Swan is no witness
But the government recognizes gays as
People with partners and taxes them accordingly
Julia will not preside over anyone’s wedding vows
She leaves that to the church
And lets the Pope interpret the Bible
To recognize same-sex marriages
Kevin Election
Abolish carbon tax
Palm off asylum seekers
Tony for PM
Ladies
Bare foot in the kitchen
All businesses are
Franchises or Chain Shops
Scrap family-owned business
Enforce all Little Johnnies policies
And make the Rich, Mega-rich
Confused?
Well don’t be
Let’s revert to
The mate system
Where mates look after mates
You can afford to go the pub for a beer
The electricity and gas bill is lower than the
IQ of a Politician
You can afford a new car every 2 years
Your house mortgage is paid off
Me Mate, The Prime Minister
Vote for Gordy
He’s unemployed and needs a job
*****knows what he’ll do
Hell knows how he’ll do it
But I guarantee we will all
Have one hell of a party doing it
Bare foot in the kitchen or wherever
It will be memorable
Time to vote
Time to party
Give Gordon Andrews your Vote
Me Mate, The Prime Minister
(c)2013 Gordon Andrews
I paid a million dollars for entrance into this amusement park and I thought “hey
this better be worth it”.
A million kisses
A million hugs
A million intense conversations about life and love
The first rides were amazing…I had gotten my money’s worth.
I never wanted to leave
I was trapped and it felt good
Happy
Thrilled
Just like I thought I would.
Other amusement parks seemed to be non existent
The more I rode the rides in the one that made me feel
Free.
Only after the first couples of rides
I just knew that this was the one for me
And no one could ever change my mind.
I paid a million dollars for entrance into this amusement park and I thought “hey
what was I thinking”.
A million arguments
A million lies
A million times you said goodbye
For some reason the rides were’t so fun anymore…. In fact they had gotten a bit
scary.
Most times I felt like leaving
I was trapped and I could’t find a way out
The fulfillment that the first few rides had brought me
Were still somehow keeping me there
I tried some of the other amusement parks but,
None could make me as happy as the one I loved so much
In the beginning.
So I tried to have a little faith
A little hope somewhere in my heart
A little courage to accept the fact that this park was not perfect
Thinking that one of these rides, just one….would somehow re light that spark
I paid a million dollars for entrance into this amusement park and I thought “hey
this is not for me”.
A million apologizes
A million make up and break ups
A million moments spent thinking to my self
“Girl you better shape up…
Love isn’t expecting you to fight for it, it wants to fight for you.
There will be no confusion when it comes your way.
You’ll know when it’s true”.
Damn I thought I was on to something!
But, I guess that’s the name of the game.
And, the way I look at amusement parks
Will never be the same.