Long Apologies Poems
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I bare the child of this world yet I am tossed to rot away,
I've given you all that I can give and in return you don't even know my name,
Stop the plundering, stop the looting, ask me politely and you shall receive,
I am the soul that haunts for your lack of care
If you must forget I shall perish and be gone,
My hand is weakened and cannot be of any help, it's been cutoff and ripped from me to punish psychopathic threats,
I've been rejected and not granted even a voice for help, shackles carry the numbers rather than the letters in my name,
There is no sunshine for these bars are filters to enhance my pain, I've been a victim of a despot brain with the ultimate result to live long in fame, he who thought of freedom clearly didn't know he's at the very top using me as target to better up his aim, I am the prize to gain, I am the trophy given for having haunted me as an animal **** they say fair game,
Times have changed yet I am a mental slave and I am to pay for all the sins my life is the one to blame, my words carry truth in them but fall in ears that have chosen to be deaf,
I represent those dying when their lives haven't even started, I pray for those whom have involuntarily departed,
Pretend I am a timeline with deleted points from beginning to the end, you ain't gotta worry about any apologies, you don't have to sit there and try to pretend,
I'm pages of a book ripped to omit all of the obscure ******** that has occurred, I've been an experiment; he has mastered in the art of the occult, bury me after precious use while spitting in my face, it's a terrible insult,
I'm worth nothing yet I have a heart that beats,
I have eyes that shed tears, and hands bruised from many forms of physical abuse,
I am disposable and expected to be rid of once I'm not good to be put in use,
See me I am alive, these are my last words and my silent cries, you've whipped me plenty, my body weakened soon will die, but in the memory of those who care to know, I am Africa and I've been raped by those whom my wrath won't survive.
I'm not saying that I was worry-free or not concerned about all those leaves falling from my tree. But I tell you truly that while I was some 2000 miles away from home for three weeks, my early rises disappeared as I stayed in bed past nine, listening to the sweetest sounds of silence and giving myself a fighting chance at some form of balance. Those dark southern nights in rural farmland with lights few and between were siren. It was a great change of pace and very therapeutic not making haste, and never being laced with guilt for sleeping late, nor apologizing for all the ice cream and great southern foods I ate.
I saw the beauty of tree-lined horizons, red-caped sunrises, and breath-taking sunsets bordered by fading white clouds, courtesy of the hand of God. I saw a young dear brown like the trees, calculating and debating his next move as he gazed along the highway, barely visible.
The recently harvested fields of cotton, corn, and beans lay bare, patiently waiting for spring. The air was clear, and rather pleasing to the ear was a busy rail line near, running north and south with trains hauling cars filled with grain heading for ports.
Among the greatest beauties of life are the contrasting differences between cultures, people, and places in the world. Having lived for decades among people who rarely look into each other's eyes as they pass along a walkway or street, it took some getting used to people who loved to say, "Hi". But after three weeks, it was time to say goodbye
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There's A Reason To Be Angry
We Make Each Other Mad
Someone Feeling Guilty,
Someone Feeling Sad
Inflicting Pain Upon Each Other
For One Another Bad.
Distrustful Accusations, Either of us lying
After Every Fight Are Fallen Tears
From One Another's Crying
Even After Promising
To Always keep On Trying
Our Differences, Our Disagreements
Only Seem To Multiply
Empty Promises And Apologies,
To Each Other Multiplying
I Know I Still Love You
I Don't Know If That Enough
Each Of Us Knowing, Leaving Will Be Tough
Soon The Day Will Come When We Both Give In
The day we both give up
For Each Other Our Needs Are Forgotten
Feelings We Put Last
Wishing For Our Days Together Happy In The Past
I'm Breaking You
You're Breaking Me
We Break Each Other's Heart
I’ve nothing
positive to say today
Just different scenarios
In a vacant approach
Calling me to come home
I was left wandering
In the dark alone
The objective
To ease the hurt
Take away a curse
For days that we play
Reach for new heights
In a vulnerable scene
Tip toe on mercy
To avoid
the split in my spleen
In love with a phantom
Hidden behind a spotted face
Out for the souls of grown men
Those who have plotted
Against a broken race
Misplaced pigment cells
Only the pig in men sells
Walking on childhood misery
Adolescent years swayed
Mentally weighed
Prohibited the belief
Of a murdered messiah
Don’t you be so careful
As to let it hypnotize you
He who believes in thee
Can only be a liar
Shall I live
Then death to all rivals
No apologies
Its just the pledge of survival
The Quran
Your mischievous bible
I hold these latter-day saints
Equally liable
And if it gets no better
Love always
As her emotions led her
An old man as spoken for
Casualties of sympathy
Hoping for a cure
One old woman and ten dollars
Spent thanksgiving day
Hoping for a ham and a cabbage
But we savages in this ravaged land
Think nothing of her
But you got to love her
Reach out with your cold arms
And hug her
Rub the hurt
To keep her above the dirt
“Yes we can”
Do what?
Nothing again
I write for life
I write for birth
I write for you
For what it’s worth
I can’t stretch my intelligence enough
To write for peace on earth
Breathe you in to me.
Words belong to us all; my feelings are yours to take.
I no longer have the strength to put up a wall,
So you are free to ruin me in your own special way.
Put me down with the whispers; I am embarrassed to take the applause.
I accept no apologies from people who close doors.
Embrace me or lose me; who am I to say?
I will still be stood here singing in the rain, at the end of days.
This soul is mine; this day is yours to make an agonizing choice.
Do you dare to love? Will you risk the fall?
All I need to hear is the truth which you hide beneath your voice.
If I am your decision, then let us be each other’s joy.
Love is androgynous; you are stupendous!
So close to stupidity; so far from being willing to destroy.
You have left a mark upon my mind that I will never forget.
Beautifully scarred, you have left your egg inside my fragile nest
And with every wasted breath that I must breathe in without you near,
I contemplate the waste; I dream about death.
I feel my spiritual entity disappear.
But then we reappear, after what seems like years,
To the sounds of our hearts cheers, as we remember the love we have
And the bond we will always share.
I hope you can see that I still care.
Time is too short in your presence, but every second is a gift.
As you turn away, I await your return;
Though inside I know that your love will never truly leave.
I feel such happiness whenever I am an integral piece of your kiss;
I can never get enough of your love,
Because only in your arms can I truly be at peace.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Why won’t you love me
When I would die for you
You are my world yet you turn your back
My tears mean nothing to you
I look in the mirror and see but the shell of a woman
Reduced to living at your every whim
I live for your apologies and changes of heart
You’d love me not to love you so much
It’s exactly this dependence you abhor
It’s my weakness you despise
Yet how do I turn the clock or just pretend
How do I step back and give you freedom
How do I cure myself of you
I dream of a role reversal where you
Chase me to the ends of the world
And die for a kiss from my lips
Till then I need to do what I must
Let my heart recuperate
And set you free
*Inspired by Cilla Black’s song ‘Anyone who had a heart’
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Forgive me not what comes out of my mouth
As for what I write down between these lines
When it comes to my poetry, it’s as my shout
Poetic etiquette for me, I didn't see any signs
With truly uplifting words to sorrowful lament
To out of this world, or funnies, I have no end
Forever, scribbling away, until this pen is bent
"Till my emotions are all well and duly penned
My poetry gets better as my spelling improves
But as for grammar I'm afraid is still very poor
Still is nice when someone merits, or approves
For I am nothing more, than a sad poet whore
Love me, or hate me my words will continue on
So I make no apologies for what here is written
In my attempts to be a supremo, of a poet don
Because playing with all the words, I’m smitten
The Craven
(with apologies to EAP)
Yesterday at my bail hearing, suddenly what I was fearing
Came with force of pounding gavel causing me to near unravel
Causing weakness in the knees, dreading future lawyer’s fees
Then I heard the gavel pounding, pounding on my future days
“I ain’t got the cash, your honor”. “Lock him up until he pays”.
“Damn the system, judges, lawyers, laws embossed in courthouse foyers.”
They make decisions based on fact that later they will all redact
Whilst in cells dingy, dank and foul I listen to the guilty howl
Denying what the voices said, denying they were in their head
Plotting schemers that connive, a curse as long as you’re alive.
Deep into the emptiness I stared, longer than the others dared
Saw the bottom of hell’s pit, no chance of getting out of it
Bargained, pleaded, made a deal, my soul for getting out of jail.
So now in days devoid of change I wrestle with decisions pangs
knowing nothing can erase the malevolent grin on Satan’s face.
Cold, silent, darkness wanting more, sucked the heat out of my core
Distantly I heard the sounding, that of the evil sadly pounding
Pounding on the chasms floor, pounding amid hellfire’s roar
For I was judged by ego’s gavel, condemned, and left, to slow unravel
Condemned, for even justice fails, when there are fingers on the scales.
9/21/2014
submitted for Kelly Deschler contest – The Raven
In the labyrinth of my heart, where emotions reside,
A question echoes, a plea I've yet to subside:
Do you love me with the same fervor, the same fire,
As I love you, with every fiber, every desire?
When shadows of absence fall, and distance takes its toll,
Do tears fall like rain, as mine do, when you're gone, my soul?
Does the thought of losing you evoke a fear so true,
As it does in me, where your presence is all I pursue?
Do you proclaim to the world, with pride and with a grin,
That your heart belongs to me, and I'm the one you love within?
Do you feel the ache of longing, the yearning in your chest,
When we're apart, and every moment feels like a test?
Do you stand as my defender, my shield, my guiding light,
When malice speaks of me, and darkness takes flight?
Do you believe in me, with unwavering trust and faith,
As I do in you, through life's tempests and every uncertain path?
Will you stand by my side, through trials and tribulations,
When material wealth fades, and only love remains?
Will you accept the ebbs and flows, the highs and the lows,
And with gentle hands, help me navigate life's unpredictable tides and woes?
Will you be my rock, my safe haven, my forever home,
Where I can be myself, without fear, without a frown?
Will you correct me with kindness, when I stray from the path,
And accept my apologies, with a love that's true, and a heart that's vast?
Are you ready to embark, on this journey we call life,
Together, hand in hand, as one soul, one heartbeat, one strife?
Do you believe in the love we share, in the promises we've made,
In the dreams we've woven, the future we've yet to create?
Your love has become my essence, my breath, my daily bread,
Without you, I'm lost, a traveler without a thread.
The depth of my affection, the madness it imparts,
Is a testament to the love that dwells within my heart.
Growing old, things loved and cherished come and go.
Phone calls- text messages thinning.
Tossed aside in a world of folly and thickening frost-
Growing old in a world that keeps getting colder.
Hard faces-hovering over graying steps.
Cobwebs in the corner of an empty nest.
Growing old, another funeral procession -one friend less.
Life becoming an endless blue eulogy-nothing more, nothing less.
Layers of experiences - wisdom making very little difference
Growing old, what am I to leave behind...
A fistful of photos- memories forgotten
A few half-assed poems
a small sack of dirty dimes.
Where does time go when it's tired?
Years lost to a breeze-like a willow in spring.
Hard times and regret chirp away at the mind
Like sparrows on a line-so little time.
Where did the time go,
I wish I could buy a little bit more.
To release this overdue dream from its chrysalis.
Place barbed words back in the voice box.
Pay the toll for goals unmet.
I need a bit more time for apologies.
To tether forgiveness to regret.
Where did the time go, growing old?