Best Apprehended Poems
Author: Joseph Osita
From the swamp
Haunts me the tears of my blood
Stripped of all hope-the soil to shelter
And banished to swim in oil-poisoned sea
Do they know
Ghost of revenge haunts the weeping soul?
From the swamp
All sorrow-veiled mourners gather
To unfold reaper's choice of the day
As muscles are crushed by soldiers’ bullet fury
Poised by Hobson's choice
Young men breed strength for crime
For ghost of revenge is haunting the weeping soul
From the swamp
Haunts me the stammering musket of angry souls
Where owners beg stealers the share of oil
And the dead man’s amnesty is of twilight solution
For ghost of revenge will forever haunt the weeping soul
On the oil rich people of Niger Delta who are given peanuts by Nigeria government, despite oil companies’ excessive spillage in the region.
The people hauled their anger against the government but were apprehended by Nigerian Army.
For Michael J Faloticho's 'Sounds of a cry'
contest
03/08/2011
Categories:
apprehended, death, depression, sympathy, people,
Form:
Free verse
Scarlet and golden etched,
autumn leaves reflect summer's apprehended glory
incised in deep veined images.
Released, they sigh earthward like final breaths.
Sharp pungence ripens , musty tang,
a piquant vaporous mustard milked
from forest loam's black breasts
beneath life's heavy kneading tread.
Sudden, determined winds attack
raping writhed skeletal remains;
stripped spring's green clad darlings.
Feigning innocence,
the gray storm fiend curtains guilt
beneath pure, snow white overlay.
Copyright, August 2, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
apprehended, autumn, change, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Until My Dying Day
To me, greatest all of my poems are
They always will be the best by far
In my mind and what was intended
Hoping thoughts are easily apprehended.
Poetry perfection was far from my mind
Would be blessed if you could be so kind
To either like my each poem or pretend
Positive thoughts to me shall start to send.
To write more poems, I can hardly wait
After reading them, they then will radiate
Throughout your very being and soul
Inspire you to write poems is my goal.
So perfectly quiet everything became
Love and appreciate more of the same
By my poems you have been blown away
Will write more and more until my dying day.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
apprehended, allegory, poetry,
Form:
Couplet
O POVERTY!
You who paid a courtesy call to that peacefull affluence home
With a diamond portfolio
And at your departure enquiry unveiled it a Pandora's box
That the son turned rebel against the father
And the daughter hearken no more to mother's rebuke
O poverty!
You, who dragged that man of irrationality to the court of nature,
And there in gave him an ignoble defeat.
O poverty!
You apprehended that woman of extravagancy tortured her
And taught her the lesson of frugality
O poverty!
Your fruit is sour, insipid and intoxicating.
The man who live by it for long jeopardizes his span
O poverty!
He who accommodates you accommodates sorrow
He who embraces you beckons doom
O poverty!
You, who vandalize a whole land without a nuclear explosion
And pour water of tears onto that healthy face
Having robed off her hope.
O poverty!
You silenced that wise retched man in the gathering of the intellectual
And gave that rich fool the privilege of giberish.
O poverty!
You, who strikes your victim with a sword of broken heart,
The one who compete a path with you mocks his life
For no offence in calling you one of the sibblings of death.
Categories:
apprehended, philosophy,
Form:
Nostalgic angst…
keeps on gripping my soul
while apprehended by the question:
"Why are we here?"
Yes, I confess that my soul repents
for wasted opportunities and chances I missed
toward functional learning
along healthy vibrant well-being...
Yet flash back scenes
eventually make themselves vivid
while presenting significant persons
though I neglected, but have helped shape
my personhood to become who am I today...
Throwback episodes
now linger while my heart strives
to be conquered with joyful reminiscences
each striving to a show a precious memento
that I am here for a purpose: to be a blessing to others...
Reflecting on catching up-pursuits
I must move on triumphantly
as faith* in the Lord empowers me
for meaningful ministerial path of reaching-out
marked by great encounters beyond mere survival.
*Romans 5:1 “Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.”
August 12, 2023
1st place, "Why are we here" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged 8/20/2023
Categories:
apprehended, appreciation, blessing, christian, faith,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Stop! The violent protests and leave peaceful protesters out to make a difference strictly along. Whether you are in law enforcement or the national guard. You need to pray for peaceful solutions! But if all you want to do is assault police officers. Or if protesters burn down business and destroy personal and real property. If you want to incite rioting and violence! You need to be apprehended! I am sick and tired of racist police officers using African American males, Hispanic, and Native American males as "target practice" or unlawful harassment! Black Lives Matter! Today the city of Houston is holding memorial ceremonies for George Floyd. They firmly believe the time has come for closure and for our nation to move forward.
I am sorry about what happened to George Boyd and other minority groups! But letting your explosive anger erupted like a volcano! That Minnesota police officer committed nineteen years of similar acts of racism and violence. He just happened to get caught in the act! He never should have been admitted to the police academy in the first place! The other officers just stood there and watched! It was a national tragedy! In London England, Black Lives Matter are conducting peaceful protests in solidarity with the United States!
Some groups will use any excuse to riot! Some police officers will use any excuse to commit acts of violence! I firmly believe in peaceful protests! Unfortunately, they often end up in tragedy! One bad reaction by one or more groups leads to retaliation by the opposition! Resulting only escalating violence! The president wants to call out the United States military. And it will happen unless senseless acts of violence come to an abrupt ending! The Beatles once sang, "come together right now over me." "Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me."
Stop! The senseless acts of violence! Private citizens even in communities such as Snohomish Washington! Are arming themselves, and standing outside of the business to protect them. They are citizens vigilantes. They want to stop looters and vandals in their tracks! In the days of the old west, there used to lynch mobs! We do not want the bad old days back again!
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 02-03,2020
June 09, 2020 edited
Categories:
apprehended, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Narrative
‘Great Scott, shucks and darn, I’ve gone and lost a shoe’
cursed the elephant followed by ‘this simply will not do!’
‘The blasted thing is far too loose, I should have had it mended!
So, whoever has found my shoe must now be apprehended!
I’ll search all day and through the night, for months if it be needed,
I will not give up the search until I have succeeded.
They cost a mint and are the finest shoes in all the land,
To think someone has got my shoe is a thought I cannot stand!’
The search began with lion Bill who also loved his shoes,
but he had to catch him quick as he was packing for his cruise
‘I do not have your shoe’ said Bill ‘you really are a clot!
For I’m size nine and you’re a twelve, unless you had forgot?’
He searched each house one by one but couldn’t find his shoe,
He even tried Hyena Geoff, Tim the Hogg and all the Zebras too.
None of them had seen his shoe or even had a notion,
But Jemima the Gazelle did suggest a memory potion.
Crocodile Joe mixed him a concoction of the finest,
said ‘this should help you find your shoe or else will help your sinus!’
‘Gee whiz, son of a gun and jumpin’ Jiminy Cricket,
My shoe is at the cobblers shop it says so on this ticket!’
Categories:
apprehended, humorous, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
The night was frigid and at its poorest,
But who am I to judge, when I was not the wisest,
A slight breeze crawled up my spine,
I could taste the wind’s saltiest brine.
My eyes conveyed to an old lodge,
So I can refuge, from this monstrous botch.
The place was dim, obnoxious and dingy,
But thank god there is no hole for the breeze to carry.
But what was interesting, that there was a mural,
It was so boundless, that it gave an unsettling moral.
The colors were faded, and burdened with marks,
Like it was meant to be destroyed, no needed remarks.
It displayed pictures of a young woman and maid,
I wonder who was the artisan that made this eerie portrait.
The face of the woman was covered with graze,
But the maid was gnarly and gave deep piercing evil gaze.
For a moment I thought, I had gone mad,
When I thought the maid turned from wicked to sad.
I blinked my visions, to trust my perception,
I opened my eyes, to found the maid was not in front of the reception.
My face was pale, my hairs were struck,
I pounced up when I heard the lightning struck.
I thought to myself I was delirious,
Maybe the maid was not actually there, no need to conclude something mysterious.
I waited a duration until the weather calmed down,
But the French maid entity made my brain vigorously mount.
The brews were gone, I got ready to abandon,
When I looked at the painting before, to eased my tension.
My limbs were trembling , as I took a deep stare,
First the maid, now the scrawny woman wasn’t there.
I backed to leave when voices disturbed me,
saying “You’re going nowhere, this is the place you’ll ever be.”
I rushed towards the exit when I still had my sane,
Till I dropped down realized my legs were shackled with chains.
I got up apprehended that my costume is now white,
And my hands were completely immovable as it was actually shut tight.
The lodge was dying into an atrocious looking room,
I was squirming on the floor, demanding release from this horrible doom.
Until I notice on top of the iron door,
A header flaunting; “the mental institution of schizophrenia & more”.
Categories:
apprehended, confusion, evil, fear, horror,
Form:
Couplet
Something has apprehended me,
I'm intimidated by what I fear.
Petrified of loosing control of me personally,
I couldn't fathom my life to disappear.
The sadness is breaking me down inside,
one blow at a time!
Loosing sight of what is important to me,
maybe that's a sign.
So many thoughts are running though my head,
I can't piece the words together.
Formerly, there used to be direction in my life,
I can't comprehend it, there's nothing left to savor.
Wishing that I could recognize
and effortlessly adore life's simple treasures.
Numerous memories to visualize, just one more time,
to seize life's unique pleasures.
Am I walking around in circles?
bolting from the pain.
I can't decipher through the debris in my head,
am I insane?
Shrieking out internally,
loosing track if what is real.
My mind is gradually deteriorating, I see it drifting away,
terror is entirely what I feel.
Wishing that I could recognize
and effortlessly adore life's simple treasures.
Numerous memories to visualize, just one more time,
to seize life's unique pleasures.
Lying alone, locked up inside myself,
tears flow from my blood shot eyes.
The screams restricted within are driving me insane,
Who the hell am I?
What has happened to me? Somewhere along life's road,
I have relinquished all control.
Everything has spun out, like squealing tires in the night,
taking possession of my soul.
I'm slipping further into the darkness
and my surroundings are terrible cold.
Screaming to a crowd without a voice to carry my words,
a fear that my heart molds.
Wishing that I could recognize
and effortlessly adore life's simple treasures.
Numerous memories to visualize, just one more time,
to seize life's unique pleasures.
Categories:
apprehended, confusion, dark, journey, me,
Form:
Personification
Speedy Bill was often apprehended
For driving faster than recommended.
He paid officers no heed
Even increased his speed.
Now he’s on a wall decidedly distended.
Categories:
apprehended, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Horrific evil captured world attention
Rationalization failed comprehension
Act of war ISIS terrorists
Long night of massacre and murder
Fear and realization of dreaded word
Hidden danger scariest
Reporters opined media replayed
Suspects apprehended within a day
Tales of bravery slowly told
World mourned for senseless tragedy in France
Information on suspects utmost importance
When or where next unknown
Written 12-16-2015
'Rime Couee - For France - Contest' By Debbie Guzzi
8th Place
Categories:
apprehended, death, evil, fear, french,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
Have I blocked out every trauma
Is it real or subconscious drama
I ask myself if this is amnesia
have I suffered an infarct or seizure
So many things I have suppressed
things that need to be addressed
lingering memories of molestation
perpetrator's without incarceration
Who is accountable for these horrific crimes
if the memories are embedded and confined
how do we investigate that which we obliterate
the mind has built up walls that we can't penetrate
Is my mind protecting me from indecencies
the thoughts are never ending ceaselessly
I try to bring them to the forefront, concentrate
close my eyes in a dark room and I meditate
Do I dare undergo some hypnosis
or have I acquired some psychosis
why can't I recall or commemorate
I'm unable to decipher or disseminate
I acknowledge and eternalize the existence
but why is my consciousness full of resistence
why doesn't it allow the memory to release
so that my whole mind could be at peace
I emerge and deliberate into deep thought
the criminals must be apprehended, caught
this is a battle that I've consistently fought
justice is what I have diligently sought
There must be some lessons learned
so that others will not be burned
parents please be leary of your friends
they may be hiding some unspeakable sins
Categories:
apprehended, abuse,
Form:
Rhyme
A Poet Masterfully weaves His words
He mixed them with rhyme and rhythm
And expresses them in great depth of reason
Beauty and Excellency is the aim of the Poet
His piece is an expression of a divine perfection
It is rendered in a way that arouses affection
The Poet spit-out words instead of paint
The poet string words instead of bead
The Poet weaves words instead of thread
A Poet evokes our thoughts and calls us to reason
A Poet enlightens and draws inspiration
A Poet educates and arouses aspiration
The audience is his cosmos
Upon whom the piece is to have an impact
Stirred and deeply affected by his language and art
God is the Master Poet
The Poet and His Poem are in affinity
The Poet’s Piece is a product of divinity
The Poem of God is not buried underground
The Piece of God is not concealed in a book
The work of God is not hid under a nook
The Poem of God is read and recited
It is distinctly seen and apprehended
It is discreetly felt and comprehended
This Poem is the Poet’s most magnificent Masterpiece
We are the divine masterpiece of God’s glory
Publishing the Good News of His Greatest story
Our life is a classic and inspiring Poem
A perfect and a breathtaking work of creation
Yet, this Poem is under a divine construction
For we are His Poem, engrossed in Christ Jesus for good works,
Which God imagine and design that we should divinely express them- Eph 2:10 [The Poet’s Preachers Version]
Categories:
apprehended, beautiful, bible, christian, creation,
Form:
Ballade
"I'm not going to say it, but my emotions are spilling and breaking, and it's you I'm chasing, forever face this, I really like you, and no I'm not confused, I feel so estatic, magic, and energetic, I'm blushing it's pathetic, the synergy is so synergetic, I know sometimes I act so apathetic, but you got me feeling so anesthetic, when I'm with you I don't wanna leave, call it magnetic... You got me running like I was athletic, but I didn't follow that one day, I'm sorry, I'm apologetic, you say I'm cute, but I'm ascetic, you're truly a beauty, you're aesthetic, you apprehended my feelings I better not regret it, you got me going so poetic, I hope we're not so serious, I know I maybe be mysterious, but you got me feeling so delirious. this energy is loving so furious, I hope you're not fearing this, but I hope you're hearing it, see if you ask me, what's a heart broken, it's a lonely soul that's just hoping, to me it's art stolen, every person feels emotion, but we're different fishes in this ocean, see I'm not sure what will be enough, never knew that this existed, I was stuck in a place that was sick and twisted, you assisted with hugs and kisses, I was never ambitious, but with you I need to stop with the what ifs, and jump these cliffs, I don't want us to start drifting with distance, cause I hate it when people go so distant, so at night, i'm hoping for wishes, is it 11:11, is this heaven? Your smiles expression has got my progression aggressing at your possessions, like your time, even seconds, I reckon, I want to answer all your questions, it's only my time invested, I'm ready to learn, show me a lesson...."
Categories:
apprehended, beautiful, beauty, best friend,
Form:
Verse
The scene was set the moment we met as he guarded my
heart with verses of pleasure-
I’ll never forget the irrational threat banning poetry
beyond comprehensive measure.
Freedom bells rang and little birdies sang to the tune
he wrote like the whisper on an eagle-
But when injustice came the “Forbidden Authority”
proclaimed our poetry would no longer be legal.
They said too much inspiration would cause creation
to rise above the regal law withheld-
All the generations who put pencil to paper
would be institutionalized and immediately expelled.
It was no longer right to stay up all night
while time could be spent slaving in the field-
Poets were treated like waste and never could
taste the feeling of being truly healed.
Causing such haste the authorities
brought forth a fast-growing recession,
for no longer did poets have the freedom
of heartfelt expression.
How do we know this is to be true,
that this madness occurs in our universe?
See, my beloved escaped from the underground cave
who was caught intentionally writing me a verse.
He felt a love so deep and he just couldn’t sleep,
but the cameras caught him under his blanket-
A flashlight was held and he quietly tried to creep,
but he gave up and could no longer take it.
He was apprehended and people stared
while no one acted like they cared as they flew him
away in an invisible jet-
It just didn’t seem fair he was captured unaware
but he was never able to forget.
He was beaten and burned but he soon learned
how to break free from this awful institution-
He felt he earned the right to express concern,
and finally came up with a solution.
The moment he escaped and ran through the gate
and remembered the rules of the First Amendment,
so he wrote a long letter, but should’ve known better
that the “Forbidden Authority” owned the government!
He had broken the golden rule, for now he was a fool
who would be punished beyond comprehension-
He was made to sit on a stool and use a quilling tool
to imprint on parchment his wrongs with apprehension-
But he soon realized with tears in his eyes
what he was writing was really poetry in disguise.
See…they put curses on his verses…a then he wrote,
“Poetry is freedom of speech-
and dictated censorship is nothing but lies.”
UNSHACKLE MY VERSE
April 11, 2017
Categories:
apprehended, adventure, betrayal, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme