Long Apathy Poems
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Let the pens of the ready writers proceed* Let their words be read and their voices heard
So untie the hands of the poet For therewith, the world is touched
For therewith, far-flung words of peace and goodwill are launched for all to hear
For therewith, imprisoned ones are released from their cells of apathy and indifference
For therewith, walls of separation will fall, and bridges of connectivity and unity will be built
So come on at once with haste, without time to waste, without hesitation or equivocation.
So come on courageously, all over this land and around the world, untie the hands of the poets.
060421PS *Psalm 45:1 KJV
Inspired by contest, The Poets Hands Are Tied, Neumann
Mumbling midst groaning of earnest soul
I pour out supplication requests before God
cognizant indeed that He lovingly regards
every prayer* murmur of my heart.
With woes I cannot utter along stuttering pleas
my spirit is quieted by the Holy Ghost’s touch
hushing those reverberating doubt thuds
toward grateful humming of hope.
As I confess whining discontentment along grumbling pride
my conscience receives the Lord’s assured forgiveness
silencing selfishness squeals that echo apathy
for peace-filled service, propelled by faith.
*Philippians 4:6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
Emboldened words are "onomatopoeia."
November 3, 2021
Edited on March 13, 2022
1st place, "A BRIAN STRAND INFORMEL" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/14/2022.
Graffiti frames the tunnel's tomb, beneath the city's core
where writings stretch upon the wall in dialects profane
A hallmark of the day's routine, but often shares the scene
where silent fears have set apart the lives that mingle here
The masses wait in every shade, each one who shares the grind,
And day, by day, the same routine, they wait, but never see
the writing on the wall displayed, each life so out of touch
Too occupied for reaching out to be the other's friend
No glance, no chance to say hello to the stranger by your side
A wall has grown to come between the hand of humankind
They board as one, but coldness churns through veins beneath the ground
Habits honed have deafened ears to echoes all around
Distance tumbles through the aisles, small words too frail to say
"How are you, what can I do to help you smile today?"
No hands to grasp, no questions asked, just eyes in downward glance,
A phone in hand, whatever land, beyond all human touch
As seasons pass, left in the dust the silence breeds and feeds
more apathy, that beats the heart, as cold and hard as stone..
The sound of silence just rumbles on, until the walls come down
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The Wall Contest:
Sponsor Anthony Slausen
Midst exciting functional cooking session
provoking strong eating urges’ passion
my appetite strides for flavorful progression
brave to defy menus’ farting repercussion.
There’s sizzling pride in hot arrogance, deeply fried
buttered selfishness floats atop oil, dairy-fied
turmeric-colored hypocrisy becomes chillified
all oozing with toxic apathy, nonchalantly garlickied.
Then, smoothie doubt shimmers along unbelief’s iridescence
dissatisfaction-shake bubbles against greed’s effervescence
ingratitude latte blends well with unforgiving senescence
pessimism froth radiates negativism’s gloomy presence.
Oh, salad-filled praise plate suppresses gluttony, so savoury
sumptuous thanksgiving buffet melts sugar-coated flattery
special compassion servings surpass covetousness’ territory
saucy sharing soup shuts selfishness, bitterly peppery.
Yet, impatience-steak challenges rudeness-indigestion
as slothfulness desserts tempt mediocrity-salivation
sautéed jealousy veggies cause haughty taste buds’ vexation
bringing sweetened bad mouthing* toward belly-bloating’s fartixation.
*Matthew 15:11 Not that which goeth into the mouth defileth a man; but that which cometh out of the mouth, this defileth a man.
October 6, 2021
4th place, "May The Gas Be With You Part 2" Poetry Premier Writing Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 10/9/2021.
People are tembling, let’s just watch,
Others are watching, let’s just watch.
In us dwell a crowd of cowards
Who stand lips sealing, let’s just watch.
Blank eyed as most of the crowd gape,
Their pain is pleading, let’s just watch.
Whose light let us watch all this time,
The last lamp’s dying, let’s just watch.
In place of books in bags, students
Stuff stones for pelting, let’s just watch.
Dreams that were ripe to realize,
In fire are scorching, let’s just watch.
Miscreants sure, we’ll keep watching,
Are now closing in, let’s just watch.
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Ghazal |13.08.2023|apathy, indifference, lack of concern
Based on a Gujarati Ghazal by Bhavin Gopani:
Humanity, humanity;
Why? You suffer from lack of apathy;
It’s an increasing deterrent;
Can’t you see, can’t you see;
Humanity, O’ humanity;
You hate me, I hate you;
What do you think God want us to do;
To do
Wooh oh, Humanity, 'O humanity;
What's wrong wit you, what's wrong with me;
We've come full circle in hatred for one another
O' Lord God what's wrong with us
In whom do we trust:
If loving thy neighbor as thy self;
Means to be spiteful, discourteous to everyone else;
Then being renewed I abstained;
I’ll remain in the heart of a true and loving King;
Oh, Oh! Humanity there’s yet hope for you and me;
Come here my brother, let me love you;]
Come on sister, let us love now we shall not be in denial;
Glory, together in Christ love we’ll rewrite the story;
Hallelujah Mercy and power to the Children of God;
Humanity rebirth and showered lock in the arms of love;
Now and forever more Hallelujah
Humanity, O’ humanity;
You hate me, I hate you;
What do you think God want us to do;
To do
Humanity, humanity;
Why? You sever from lack of apathy;
It’s an increasing deterrent;
Can’t you see, can’t you see;
Wooh oh, Humanity, 'O humanity;
What's wrong wit you, what's wrong with me;
We've come full circle in hatred for one another
O' Lord God what's wrong with us
In whom do we trust:
If loving thy neighbor as thy self;
Means to be spiteful, discourteous to everyone else;
Then being renewed I abstained;
I’ll remain in the heart of a true and loving King;
Oh, Oh! Humanity there’s yet hope for you and me;
Come here my brother, let me love you;]
Come on sister, let us love now we shall not be in denial;
Glory, together in Christ love we’ll rewrite the story;
Hallelujah Mercy and power to the Children of God;
Humanity rebirth and showered lock in the arms of love;
Now and forever more Hallelujah
Wooh oh, Humanity, 'O humanity;
What's wrong wit you, what's wrong with me;
We've come full circle in hatred for one another
O' Lord God what's wrong with us
In whom do we trust:
Hallelujah Mercy and power to the Children of God;
Humanity rebirth and showered lock in the arms of love;
Now and forever more Hallelujah
10/20/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
I …
am obtuse angle -
once lost … wandering
an indigent urchin of Valhalla’s streets
a smudge on the heavenly lens
and yet …
made worthy by the art of
your papery hands
as they place gilded cobbles ‘neath my feet
tear-washed and baptized
to tread where gods devoured their days
spinning men’s dreams to thistle
and puffing them gone …
all for granted -
all aged by apathy and arrogance
their own vile victims …
you have brought me to know -
to find wonderment
and to see for myself, their ruin
a calamity of conceit
that we tiny things paid dearly for
we bottom-pocket contrivances
tenders of oblivion
meant only to kiss the toes of what
they deemed precious …
and still, strolls here now in their stead
one such costless creature
but priceless too
for the sake of the one path they
could never weave
a gold-shine track paved to immortal
existence by the
care and kindness of gentle fingers -
hands aged by the tares of three lifetimes
yet soft with gentleness …
your simple act of humility and grace
and the sacrifice that is never
a sacrifice -
the only key to The Gate
and the one treasure that in all
their divine majesty
escaped them …
love.
Copyright © 2025 Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art of Mom’s and my hands created by Yours Truly - filtering effects at Prisma / Lightroom )
The bleached bones of man
Lie upon the lifeless sand
Times immortal sound of silence
In the deep hollow of the multitude of silent screams
Walled between the fable and songs of truth
We find ourselves in dreams that manifest
Sheltering the darkness that hides us
Moving us along in our naked light
Illuminating the path to the meaningless
Isolated in our apathy holding our breath
Unfaithful to the emergence of life
Yet double-crossing the delay of death
Hear my words that I might teach you
Plant the vision of those who dared to be
Speak so that I might reach you
Longing to awaken holding your eyes upward
Striking out above the clouds of neon lights
To touch the sky and feel the rain looking for the words
That rise and soar above the echoed roar
Within the narrow streets of indifference
The bleached bones of man
Lie upon the lifeless sand
Times immortal sound of silence
July 30, 2019
September 19 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Hosea 6-10
Key Verse – Hosea 6:3 Then shall we know, if we follow on to know the LORD: his going forth is prepared as the morning; and he shall come unto us as the rain, as the latter and former rain unto the earth.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR PRODDING US TO FOLLOW HIM
Praise be to God for prodding us to follow Him by His:
Goodness, gearing our growth’s goal
Graciousness, gripping us by His generosity
Greatness, guiding us to go along Gospel-glow
Gladness, governing us upon His gentleness-grants
Gloriousness, goading us against groping gloom of guilt
Hosea 7:10 Praise be to the Lord for
warning us against our pride that:
Destroys for our disaster
Drives us to desperation’s doom
Directs us along deterioration-distress
Devises toward our dismay of dreadfulness
Deprives us of dignity’s distinction due to disgrace
Hosea 8:13 Praise be to the Saviour for correcting us in
giving our offerings that He cannot accept because of:
Arrogance against spiritual standards
Attachment with social significance
Affinity to secularism’s stature
Anxieties through sinfulness
Apathy so self-seeking
Hosea 9:17 Praise be to the Almighty for
guarding from us from being wanderers by His:
Instructions of truth
Illumination we must trust
Inspiration toward our triumph
Infallibility of which we can testify
Integrity and influence for our thanksgiving
Hosea 10:12 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for enabling us to seek HIM and His:
Mercy for our restoration
Miracles toward our revival
Might along our rejuvenation
Marvellousness in our replenishment
Maneuverings over our responses as His redeemed. Amen!
September 19, 2024
Fingertips click a
desperate breakbeat
as eyes glaze over
in blue light baptism
please overwhelm me
Binary jungle,
you glowing cesspit
through the clipping
curtain echoes a choir
of post-post ironic
agoraphobics.
Dopamine is a myth,
an expired meme
deemed mega cringe
Let the file rot into
informational abscess
Here we all wait before
Heaven's blockchained gate
tired of partaking into
a satire so removed from
a cogent solution,
It is simply void.
Here is coldest oblivion in
this stupid cyborg machine,
but the world is so
Y2K heat death-core
Whatever that means
It turned a generation
made us abandonware
Just to feed us nostalgia
for times when we
would bother to care.