Best Apprehends Poems
This night is different, a night of adventure
This night is quiet, the sky falls in bits
Like stars, but chilly,white and fluffy.
Homes lit up as the hearth lights with enthusiasm
The chimney roars with excitment,this night
Awaiting that special guest of the night
Children stare with anxiety through the frosty glass
Waiting to hear the roof sing, of his arrival
Yet again the night draws near,sleep calls.
As if nature apprehends his wishes
Spirits grow dull and the eyes heavy
We have drank of a spell deeper than hogwarts
Morn comes with new stories yet untold.
We missed him again, like always
But not the gifts he brings along
Such joy and merry they make,in the heart
As they sing those words,''It's christmas''
Making jolly under the tree.
The ‘wise one’ won the race, for, he thought,
Yet, what with a better-thinking bot,
Would man stay wise for long?
Or give up by the gong?
In a spot of two minds as he's caught,
In future, Descartes
Might say something like this:
AI bots, man’s no longer so hot.
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Happenings |04.05.2023| humour
Poet’s note: Philosopher Rene Descartes said: Cogito ergo sum (I think therefore I am). This set the *****Sapiens (literally, wise man) apart in the evolutionary race. But as of late, what with AIs taking over from him, doing all he could and better, would man still remain as the wise one? Or AI will prove to be the wiser one? This ditty apprehends.
Possiblity rolls rotund in your fingers
Hectic brain traffic makes way for intrigue
Direction indeterminate, insect lands unscathed
Careful spice simmers observations we can heed
Suspends apprehension, apprehends herd bellow
Stength encounters our sturdily built immunity
Intimacy emits permission to dismiss ridiculous
Slowly extending tip drops bits of significance
Currency exchanges notes of village productivity
Spice enters conciousness via macrowaves
Components of people create the places they live
Places mould the requirements of inhabitants
Unlike links of a chain, a structured semblance
Our recognition is dissected, stretched by us
Warnings examined in rotation's commitment
Alighted butterfly exposes pattern atop wings
Closure signifies opening, an opening poised
Assurance gives symmetry to lilypad hospitality
Dollop of tomorrow glimpsed in frog elastic instant
Proactive performers pirouette to new heights
Mother butterfly has limited tenure
Crouched firm against obstacles, she clusters
aspirations she has no time to share in
Your exploring hands unravel bound mystery
My decision, delicate as butterfly legs, is future led
Barriers break as caution's clutch is relinquished
Swollen perception unfriends refrain
Vulnerability becomes comfort in your closeness
Swaddled in hope, chrysalis flight transpires
Remnants of your pleasure mount missions
Illfitting questions increase chances for answers
Cynisism columns truth in civil rights twilight 2020
Untamed senses send a profusion of vines crawling
Words of neighbourhood nature joist global corners
Babel provides shared province when blood combines
Written : April 2020
Submitted on 4th October 2020
To Poetry Contest: Deep (001)
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer
A distorted focus
A false illusion of
glee that is yearned
boom.
While ignoring hopeless
let thoughts teach
that we haven’t learned
boom.
Shedding tears never stops
the shock value of
nothingness
boom.
I volunteered to be
adopted by
the government
boom.
Too late for regret
never to soon
for dread
boom.
Maybe I should have
went to college instead
boom.
Surrounded by
silhouettes and shadows
I call friends
boom.
In all reality
they’re only entities
my optimum apprehends
boom.
Not much time left
I’m hoping the sky
is a nightmare
boom.
Not much time left
I’ll open my eyes
when I get there.
You sit in your "man cave" lusting off the net..
Not bringing it up, because you know it makes me upset.
And yet, evil fingers invite me into your domain.
If I turned to the "dark side" I wouldn't be the same.
My heart is hurting but, who am I joking?
I know what you look up, and what you are enjoying.
You delete "my hurt" and cover your faces of lust.
Too late, you have crossed my boundaries of trust.
You peek into windows hoping for something new.
Then you click to close them after "you're through".
And yet, some would come to say...
At least he's not physically going astray.
My heart ruminates over this theory.
Yet mentally it leaves my thoughts feeling weary.
Society~Go join him in his wonderland of cyber fun!
But, my soul apprehends, this would be morally wrong.
[Written with Matt Caliri’s ‘Chapter One’ contest in
mind but too many verses (presuming that ‘three
paragraphs’ also meant three stanzas)]
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Grayson Favour, private detective
Whenever the law of the land proves defective
And somebody has to do something effective
Grayson’s a man with a private objective
Grayson Favour, a man on a mission
Apprehends villains, that's his position
The loss of his parents invoked that decision
He now pursues gangsters without precondition
Phenomenal wealth he inherited young
He found the ‘right’ people to linger among
Asked a few questions, turned over some stones
Located the killers and buried their bones
Community service or suspended sentence
Even when vicious thugs bear no repentance
Police, if they bother, might track them all down
But then they’re released in the name of the crown
Today Grayson Favour pays fullest attention
To those who he’ll offer no legal detention
He dwells in a secret facility that
Would even impress the man often called ‘Bat’
These gadgets and gizmos and high powered tech
Beyond any force with a state funded cheque
Will aid in the hunt for the one they call ‘Raptor’
But that, my dear reader, will need its own chapter
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I spent 4 hours writing this on Saturday and guess what?? It's too large for the submission page! So the poem is below and the picture is what it is supposed to look like. Sorry, hope you still enjoy it :)
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deep scars from a war not yet won-
never aligned to anyone;
for you are the depth to my end,
I’ve come undone, forgive me for
all I’ve done
free me from pain if you dare to guess
why my stress is up, and joy is less-
tears shed for a woman who mourns,
she scorns yet adorns in an ivory dress
leave me to wither in a field of death,
for I’ve been beaten by hand and breath
you cut me apart because you made me whole,
stole my soul for ebon coal
thoughts fade into a heart broken
much said with words unspoken
I shall remember our sweet words so tender;
the last day of december
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deep scars from wounds that were
never meant to heal,
with urges to steal what does not appeal;
I feel heat in pain when winter ascends,
and all the bitterness apprehends;
o, tell me, how long until this
broken heart mends-
once we held hands as friends at a
time when only love transcends
self-pity became my innate disease,
fearing that this shadow cast won’t cease-
so I fall onto my knees,
(beg) PLEASE!
throw my tissues to weeping trees…
I love you more than you remember-
my heart torn in half thinking
about the words so tender…
on that last day of december
September 3, 2019
-luloo
Poetry is like a hook that apprehends deflowered fishes with its varying wits. The hook is thrown into the ocean of the socitey and it caught informations that inspires the souls to keep writing. Poetry is a garment of many colours that no one is yet to distinguish the type of its colour he's putting on. It takes time,dedication and observation to ascertain the type because these are the regalia of poetry.
She is always on silk
Endowed in glittering stones.
Graced with beauty
She thrives;
Poetry!
17:04:09:06:47
Founded by Amadeus Arkham for his dearest mother,
Whose illness, like Schizophrenia, brain sphere did smother;
An imaginary psychiatric clinic unique,
Curing cursed criminals, of their psyche and physique...!
An asylum suffused with history and mystery,
Though in hearts and minds aversely abhorrent blistery;
A ride was on, history says, to bring it to the ground,
Its demolition later, plot realization found...!
Midst this, like caffeine in coffee so delicately mixed,
Brainy Batman’s miraculous movements that minds transfixed;
Confronting his arch nemesis, the petty crook, Joker,
With his strength and warfare skills as a terror provoker...!
He could stride, glide, ski, drive and dive around the asylum,
Like a satellite, analyzing each little phylum;
Crawling, crawling, calling, cajoling, capturing cases,
He could complete his mission by corroding cache traces...!
Attacks of opponents, like boomerangs, redirected,
Deadly defenses detected, dissected, and dejected;
Midst grim strange state of affairs, like a silent bomb he blasts,
Uprooting evils, like banyan trees, he forever outlasts...!
Arkham Asylum, ultimately, a tale fantastic,
Dashing, dazzling, daring, dare-devil, delightful, drastic;
Bends, mends, comprehends, apprehends, comprehends, countertrends,
With an amusing and appealing twist and turn contents...!!!
18 December 2022
Arkham Asylum Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Eyes of sapphire, dazzling blue
Locks my gaze, looks right through
Mine, honey brown, together blends
Behold your beauty apprehends
Heartbeats sync, pulses one
Desire grows, exponential sum
Squared then cubed, the nth degree
This passion that's inside of me
Cannot be measured, yet contained
Impulse, I try to keep well trained
You know, it's there yet out of view
I want more, I want you
...Someday...
I can't quite remember how I got here
It apprehends my vision, apprehends my senses
my hiding places are very well hidden
and there's no way to stay
this maddening day from my vision.
All the tensions created by hollow past
and freshly minted beating heart
devolves into a relentless friction
insistent upon being first to dine
my past and future lives
exist simultaneously in contention
What remains when I forget myself
except this fraught heedless destruction;
bitter solitude; angst without a reason
pity and shame, and dullness of perception
It comes from a place so deep
that even in my reluctance
I cannot prevent these floods of dark emotions
from spilling over into rivers of deception
I live trembling before my own regressing hatred
A trap of mindless self obsession
A poor fate that is soon to be forgotten
knowing that one day this will all be over,
and just one step too far will never be forgiven
It's plain as day I am begrudged by fate
and if I thought a single difference it would make
I'd offer my condolences, or is it apologies?
Either way it's all a little late.
Oroboros wrapped around the world
or is it just around my heart?
Slithering from one day to the next
I'd say what's on my mind
but there's no one there to listen
{"Chipped nails, I would gnaw for when you screamed at me. Chapped lips, for when I would secure them in between my teeth at the mere reflection of you for a brisk second. Outbreaks protrude on the flesh of my skin where I relapsed and emitted trepidation indicators through my body. My hands fumbled to my sides when you would smack me on the face, to get it together.
I would sink at your words, they would cause dissonance from reality and my mind would shift its gears: the waves that collide against the shore would enter my mind and cause me to withdraw when I long for the days of the past. I disconnect myself almost as if I were to be a Bluetooth device; from being intertwined with you and your foul words.
They say; that some parents are perpetrators, and the youths would be to blame for that. They say some parents are victims;
I bit back a laugh at the ponderous of that: there are victims of perpetrating fear that courses through their bodies.
A parent is never afraid of their child: every soul that has walked this earth; apprehends that.
a self defense mechanism, they fend for themselves and it is certainly not for you.
but they value you all in all, but you reckon they detest you.
No, they love you so much they nourish a connection with you throughout that abuse. They love you amidst the pain you put them through.
They believe that’s how you love, and they accept that. The disclosure?
There is none; either they lose their soul, and their innocence in adolescence. They lose their mind, or they lose both at the same time.
They smile and smoke their hearts out at the mere thought of you.}
July 18 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 19-21
Key Verse – Proverbs 19:23 The fear of the LORD tendeth to life: and he that hath it shall abide satisfied; he shall not be visited with evil.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR TEACHING US
TO HAVE REVERENTIAL FEAR
Praise be to God for teaching us
to have reverential fear toward Him that:
Affirms our security of salvation
Arrests our sinfulness amidst shame
Assures our sanctification toward stewardship
Apprehends our selfishness for steadfast service
Awakens our stubbornness by Scriptural standards
Proverbs 20:24 Praise be to the Lord for
leading us toward righteous goings:
Directed by His truth
Delighted with thanksgiving
Driven to trust Him midst trials
Destined for His triumphant testimonies
Determined to toil for Him with tested training
Proverbs 21:31 Praise be to the Saviour for
His safety through His:
Counsel so prudent
Charge that’s powerful
Compassion around His peace
Commandment with His purpose
Cheer and care along His providence. Amen!
July 18, 2024
She rises amidst the morning fire
Longing for the dreadful desire
Longing and lonely as a star mourning
Again and again she desires
She desires as much as fire
Fire upon fire hungrily stands
Outstretched in columns
It descends, swooping overhead
Outstretched beyond it’s limits
She apprehends and condemns
The utmost decision;
She befriends.
The thought of losing someone is hard to bear,
But holding on only brings more despair.
Hopes and dreams turn into disillusions,
Bringing on deep depression, along with seclusion.
Despite the pain, the heart fights to stay alive,
Because the absence is killing anything left inside.
No hope remains, no reasons to care.
Feeling beat down and crying out in despair.
But no one's listening, theres not anyone there.
Just you and your thoughts with no room to spare.
Lost in the moments you shared throughout time.
Leaving only a piece of you when they left you behind.
This kind of pain is selfish and only felt firsthand.
As empathy can’t feel what the hurt apprehends.
Soon the loss reaches a subtle peak,
where illusions proceed for the sake of the grief.
Finding solace in tears that's now your new home.
Only discovering peace by being alone.