Best Apprehensions Poems
Through eternal sun stars and space
My love shall find you I will embrace
Thru invisible realms and empty voids
There is nothing that my love avoids
Thru stormy clouds and distant dreams
My love shall be there in sailing streams
Within broken hearts and withered souls
My love shall rise above these hellish holes
Thru lonely streets and dark smoked rooms
My love shall find you through the fumes
Within abandoned hope and life on edge
My love shall find you this I solely pledge
Thru forgotten time and distant sorrow
My love shall find you with Cupids arrow
Thru hell itself and the armies of darkness
My love shall enlighten even the heartless
Thru times of grief and unwanted wasted war
Just look above for my love will start to pour
Thru anguished thoughts and apprehensions
My love shall find you through all dimensions.
Aug.05.2017
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Gentle breeze come my way
release your secrets held at bay
I'll leave the window open
even just a crack
in hopes your winds
ever slightly blow back
into my never ending dream
Gentle breeze set me free
carry my worries out to sea
I'll leave the window open
and pull back the curtains
in hopes her scent wafts
aimlessly upon my
storm tossed pillow
Gentle breeze bring me solace
guide her thoughts flawless
in through my open window
float past doubts and apprehensions
into an inner sanctum
bringing a whole
to a fractured soul
Lost was I amidst the Scottish highlands
The evening sky was blushing heaven-kissed
Hilltops pierced the dusky fog like islands
As soft a horse came swimming thru the mist
Pausing to consider its intentions
I stood there hypnotized and still as death
Thus its beauty quelled my apprehensions
And naught there was but magic in its breath
Like the grand Bucephalus he gestured
Nodding with his head for me to follow
With the trails deep in the brume and vestured
Held no greater hopes until the morrow
Building in my gut were pangs of hunger
Outside the hopes of finding further aid
Sixty and not getting any younger
My future hinged on choices to be made
Little left to lose I started hiking
Just steps behind the stallion as he led
Even in the dark his hide was striking
His color white as sheets and purely bred
On we walked for miles through the night, dim
Until I spied some farm lights further on
Stopping to remember him and thank him
But searching through the darkness ... he was gone.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Some Paradise Where Horses Go" Poetry Contest, Michelle Faulkner, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Eight Words Challenge - 24 Lines Maximum" Poetry Contest, Robert Haigh, Judge & Sponsor.
( Ten syllables/line, counted at HowManySyllables.com, no cliche's, via cliche' tool at PoetrySoup.com )
The trepidation of dread released my haunted dreams.
I carry nightmares of long lost apprehensions bleeding into
your core. My essence, you have shattered and your essence I have
protected. You threw me out on the clothes line and forgot
my name once again. How many times do I need to learn?
I have failed in the area of romance and I have failed at
keeping you near me during cold nights. I was your cold nights
and you were my warm days. Please think about this one
more time…I needed you like breath and I broke for you like
loss. Your loss was me and you could care less. My loss will always
be you and I will never break free from my inhibitions. You restrain
your words out of spite and I hinder the love we could have had.
Too deep inside a disaster yet too surfaced to remain adjacent.
Obstruction has begun and it will never cease to end. I have suppressed
all the good moments because you prohibit me from remembering them.
One mournful goodbye has cremated my aspirations. I loved you
like roses and said goodbye to you like nevermore.
Written By: Laura Loo
~Date Written: April 7, 2016~
All are feeling anxious on the old camp ground this night.
Weary Yanks are girding for tomorrow's awful fight.
Young soldiers loll about, staring blankly into slowly dying embers,
Dreaming of home, recalling happier times that each remembers.
Supper is finished, the usual rancid coffee, hardtack and beans.
The sentries call out, "All Is Well!", one of their hourly routines.
Sergeants huddle with comrades, offering solace to their platoon.
From across the way is heard a harmonica's melancholy tune.
From afar, Rebel cannon is heard, a portent of things to come.
Men in gray are readied for battle to the beat of muffled drum.
The ebon sky is aglow with the cannons' awesome display,
Competing with the moon, overshadowing its mellow ray.
Here and there a Bible is opened to the Twenty-third Psalm,
To once again be comforted by that eternal message of calm.
Pensive eyes that on the 'morrow may be forever sealed,
Gaze upward, imploring God's embrace as their guardian shield.
Hastily penned notes read, "If I should be borne to heaven above,
Know that we will be reunited in The Father's gracious love!"
Gallant men draw upon their innate will, apprehensions to allay.
The dulcet strains of "Taps" lowers the curtain on another day.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
We’ve long admired the masterpiece dwellings
Contained by the picture perfect town,
And at last inquired what they were selling
But there was not a soul to be found.
We parked in front of a fine art store
That displayed a wondrous collection,
And noticed the freshly painted door
Though its panes shone without reflection.
We saw Rockwell patrons standing inside
That removed each of our apprehensions,
But then I couldn’t push the door aside
Because it was drawn in one dimension.
I grabbed my wife as she was fainting,
And then reflected as she calmed down.
Why are we always fooled by a painting
Of every picture perfect town?
Apollo's Stars
Apollo Creed’s the flag waving type
Sporting old glory for his Rocky fight
And when he got knocked
Right on his clock
He not only saw stars but saw stripes
Advice Per Simmons
There once was a man named Simmons
Who loved to advise men and women
And his strongest suit
Was choosing fresh fruit
But don’t buy persimmons, per Simmons
Much Needed Invention
I don’t mean to give apprehensions
To this much needed invention
But when it turns brrr
If I can’t wear fur
Give me full body hair extensions
A day’s of hard work,
and serious issues to handle,
though some hiccups may arise,
in order to erase these hiccups,
we need to have some fun,
and laughter is only the best medicine,
to cure on these hiccups hands on,
for this,
we may not travel afar,
just take a look at Indian politics,
quite laughable as it is,
wherein a number of issues,
had come to the forefront,
mostly related to the cap on cylinders,
and the FDI in retail,
wherein a number of politicians,
cast a number of political ambitions,
of becoming the National leader of our Motherland,
but have no concern for the citizens,
living in here,
wherein the bridge between the poor and the rich,
gets wider and wider,
it is not the pursuit of political ambitions,
which the citizens want in here,
it is the solutions to various problems,
which they want,
and as such there is no politician,
as fit enough for this purpose,
are they really fit enough,
is the question and as laughable as it is,
it is time for the younger generations,
to take the plunge into politics,
wherein they need to cast over their fear,
and political apprehensions,
and save their dear Motherland India,
from all troubles,
and to make their Motherland into a Paradise!!
To the ship they row
Pirates Pete and Bo
Sea prowess to show
Sailing!
Argh! They proudly crow
Greeting all they know
With a 'Yo-ho-ho'
Hailing!
Sea terrors, heigh-ho!
Stolen treasures stow
Overboard men throw
Quailing!
Storm winds fiercely blow
Apprehensions grow
Enemy adds woe
Trailing...
Formidable foe
Tragic overthrow
Sad, their ship's death-throe
Failing!
Sloshing to and fro
Amid undertow
Down and down they go
Flailing!
Out the waters flow
Bath-time over, so
Out the pirates go
Wailing!
Another attempt at a Lai poem... still not sure whether I'm getting it right, but either way, it was fun! ;D
Time and tide wait for none, it is said
It is a true and a wise statement indeed
Forget the dead past and fears of future
Savour the moment precious and be happy.
No extent of brooding can recoil the past
Nor help ease the anxieties of tomorrow
Let the past ghosts be laid to rest for good
Leave the past behind for good certainly
Savour the moment precious and be happy.
Enough of stale rancour; put a full stop to it
Ignore the apprehensions of the impending
Have firm trust in the supreme power above
And be at peace with oneself; that is abiding
Savour the moment precious and be happy.
Chasing The American Dream Part 2
When one is young and restless, seeking success and satisfaction for the future..
Some have burning drive to transverse land and oceans to achieve their hearts' desires ..
From Bolehland to the United States of America, air travel is not a small matter....
One needs to up to 21hours of flying time, before one steps foot on the land yonder...
Some 40years ago, a classmate that I don't really knew, braved the unknown.....
Emboldened by the vision of better fortunes in The Land Of The Free that's America...
4decades later, there she is, an American Chinese citizen, originally from Bolehland....
All too obvious, she has conquered her fears and apprehensions and prospered...
The years and hardships she suffered, those are long gone as waters under the bridge...
What matters now is her present standing, a successful American living the American dream...
Far remote from the many turmoils that bubble and threaten the very land she left behind...
Today in Bolehland, racial and religious strife underlines the many differences in the country...
(To be continued)....
The same frown...
The same sad face...
The same dismay
over and over ..
You said the same
mean words to hurt me.
Today I choose
to wear smiles.
I have come miles
since yesterday!
The happiness I felt...
The freedom I have now...
Since you left
and went away;
Please in fact,
don't come back!
Putting me down-
Wanting to see me
with that same
sad face,with
that same 'ole frown.
The same dismay.
I can't wear
those feelings
anymore no way.
For I wore
that yesterday.
No complaints,
self esteem
has risen.
It feels good to be free
from your
verbal prison.
Nope, I am wearing a smile,
enjoying my new freedom.
No frown-no
feeling down-no dismay.
Can't wear that outfit,
feeling like a misfit,
see I wore that
yesterday! ....
No way can you
taunt or daunt
my spirit or depress
my spiritual side.
No more can you
appall or terrify
or fill me up with
apprehensions.
I am free!
No longer disabled;
So ring the alarm-
I won't respond,
I have the courage,
The courage to say.
I am not wearing
those feelings of dismay,
I wore them yesterday.
So say what you must
and do what you will.
My spirit has
traveled far from you.
Today is my day.
So don't come back
to try and dress me in
that old tired suite,
made by Mr. Dis-May
I don't wear that
label anymore ...
I wore that yesterday.
silhouette visage
scare awake the silent dead
on Allhallows eve
weird sounds penetrate
wildly woods so dark and deep
making one cower
a cold eerie chill
overtakes a breathless evening
waking dead spirits
fears manifest great
sullenness apprehensions
scaring one to death
little children lurk
the streets full of kindly houses
with fun faces that awe
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Apprehensions in thoughts may form a labyrinth,
and like a cipher open up to become a plinth
but still the belief beholds to achieve what is imagined,
Though in a fog,the wanderer still feels attuned,
Let it be light or the approaching darkness,
but it isn't a mirage showing its absentness...
The people who waded along aren't lost,
As they too were finding a purpose, when their paths had just crossed
So continue the walk to paint the complete picture,
As like the dreams, the clay of life would build a monumental structure.
PAY TO PLAY
Playgrounds and parks as children freely play
Voices raised in excitement – beautiful day
Slides, swings and colorful jungle-gyms
Happy-go-lucky, light hearted they brim
Adolescents planning a weekend ahead
Finally a break from regimental brigaded dread
Nightclubs and parties, dates determined to pursue
Popularity a price slowly uncovered—lost virtue
Responsibility in adulthood arrives without warning
Marriages, mortgages—apprehensions start dawning
Climbing corporate ladders-- morale reaching height
Freedom, light-heartedness—play comes at a price
Copyright©-- April 2013 Kim van Breda