Long Apologized Poems
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I Forgive the Past Me
I forgive the girl
who stayed quiet
when she should’ve screamed.
The one who apologized
for taking up space,
for feeling too much,
for not being enough
for people who never planned to stay.
I forgive the nights
she cried herself empty
and still woke up pretending
she was fine.
I forgive the way
she held onto people
with shaking hands,
even after they gave her
every reason to let go.
I forgive her for believing
love had to hurt
to be real.
For every bad decision
made from loneliness.
For every tear hidden
behind fake smiles.
For every moment
she blamed herself
for things she never broke.
I forgive the anger.
The fear.
The sadness she carried
like it was stitched into her skin.
Because she was surviving
the only way she knew how.
And maybe she was messy.
Maybe she was broken open
more times than she deserved.
But she kept going.
Even when her heart was tired.
Even when nobody noticed.
So I forgive the past me.
Not because the pain
didn’t matter—
but because she does.
I use to wonder what it’d be like to talk to the animals…those on the ground and those that soar so high above…to speak the language of the dolphins, the eagles the elephants and the doves…
I was in our backyard when I noticed a palm frond that had fallen still clinging to a tree..so I gave it a little tug with the hope of setting it free.
The frond stayed attached to the palm tree (as you might have guessed)
but my tugging on the tree dislodged a dove family from their nest.
I hadn’t noticed the doves tucked securely in the palm tree’s trunk
and when I heard the nest hit the ground…my heart immediately sunk.
The mother dove flew to our fence…the first spot she could find…
and immediately started yelling at me…giving me a piece of her angry dove mind.
I was apologizing profusely between her loud and angry tweets when I noticed her two babies on the ground beneath my feet.
One hopped once…then twice…then flapped her wings and breaking the suspense…
quickly flew right over and joined her mother on the fence.
Her other baby tried his best but could only hop around…he was not yet ready to fly and was stuck upon the ground.
After watching her baby hop to a safe place and hide…I turned to the mother and paused….once again as she yelled at me I apologized for the damage I had caused.
I left the two doves on the fence and the one hidden in the lawn and when I returned a little while later all three doves were gone.
I wasn’t sure what happened…what was my mistake’s final consequence
until a few days later when I saw three doves sitting on my fence.
Had they returned to show me they survived…how the little one had finally flown…
Or had the mother brought her babies back to show them the man who destroyed their home.
By the mother’s tone I think it was the latter…
and again I apologized as I watched her family take off and soar into the sky above….
glad that despite my blunder they survived
and glad, at least in this instance,
I never learned
to speak the language of the doves.
I inhaled your blows like asbestos in my lungs
You smiled so sweetly while cutting out my tongue
Tabasco in my wounds, all the lies that ever stung
You didn’t even know it but I died so very young
I saw the ugly side of you each time I showed my heart
I wanted to be loved but you pushed us far apart
I’d give up on the dream of us if I was really smart
Because I should’ve up and left you from the very start
You never apologized for everything you’ve done
Just pointed your cold hatred at me like a loaded gun
Couldn’t be myself around you, I burned under your sun
So I lived inside your shadow until I turned twenty one
You took your anger out on me and punished me for fun
You hate that I’m just like you but that’s what I’ve become
So keep the bitter trophies of the war you never won
I’ll blossom through the cracks and I’ve only just begun
A Shadorma
Pot-bellied,
wizened old oak sage;
resting in
silent woods.
Each swollen arthritic joint
tells a magic tale.
Within dark
knotholes of blackness,
lie secrets;
songs only
sung when the woods are silent;
echoes of the past.
You don’t think
that I hear your voice,
when I walk
through the woods.
Wild ferns tickle your fancy;
make you talk in sleep.
I heard a
squirrel mocking you
on Sunday;
while searching
for a nut, beneath your root;
a fairy slapped him.
I laughed and
frightened both of them;
away they ran,
too frightened
by my revealed presence and
I saw you smiling.
I sat to
rest in your shadow;
you told me
that fairy,
was your very own diva
I apologized.
I would not
want to offend a
sweet fairy;
since she cares
for my favorite old oak tree;
who imparts wisdom.
I sauntered out of an Irish Pub
Basted in booze and Irish smooze
The whiskeys sure didn’t cover the blues
Me, I knew this wasn’t good news
As a crossed the street
I met a bus, Full of nuns, all in a fuss
There was no contest, the bus sure won
I was run over and ready for a place with no sun
I arrived in hell, this surly no surprise
At least I was drunk, or so Satan surmised
He looked confused and asked who am I?
A Lawyer? a Dictator? or maybe I was both?
I apologized profusely for I surely was not
Any of those professions, I'm no in their lot
He asked if I was expecting 72 virgins?
As drunk as I was, I said I was not
He was angry and mad, there was doubt
What could the Devil do? He seemed in a stew
So he gave me a degree, in Law and Justice
So I could live in hell among all the others untrusted!
Notes: No Lawyers were hurt or maimed in the writing of this poem, and I apologize for that!
I was reading the New York Post
on Election Day sitting at a table
distant from others and felt safe;
a pretty girl in her twenties in a red uniform
wearing a blue cap to break the norm,
asked me for my order and as I looked up
the portrait of President Trump lit up
from a filtered sunray through the store window,
" It's a good omen for a vibrant president
waiting on a victory that even myself predicted. "
Today is a bright day, but it lingers with sorrow...
every nation looks to America for a future so dimmed.
The puzzled waitress stared at me and repeated,
" Sir, may I have your order? " " Oh, yes, coffee
with pancakes, please. " " No sausages, or ham?"
" Just plain pancakes." I kindly said.
" She took my order and scurried away
a little perplexed, almost in dismay...
while the portrait of Trump continued to gleam.
Coffee was served, but on the table, there was no cream,
" I don't drink black coffee where's the cream, transgender? "
I got slapped twice and felt some pain, the angry manager
came out, but she was fatter than a cow, I was terrorized.
I apologized for any silly remark as I touched my hair so unkept,
" No gender harassment in this restaurant is permitted! "
You are a Trump supporter and you dislike the girl I hired! "
I am going to slap you four times for your inappropriate comment
and pour coffee all over your hair that needs a haircut I deem! "
I got up and dripping with hot coffee, I saluted Trump's portrait and left.
Yes I opened my mouth a little too soon
Did not see her come in, felt like a buffoon
Apologized up and down, sorry enough too
Especially to be caught by my cousin Sue
I did not have the facts, lies were fed to me
I believed my aunt, whose name was Miss Tee.
Her side of the story was not exactly the truth.
She was a fibber, my great aunt, she lived on Vermouth.
Sue was angry, irritated and just plain mad
Our relationship had always sort of been bad.
But after that day, we had no kind words at all.
And it was my fault, my mouth being loud and tall.
I decided right then after being caught in a lie,
I would not repeat gossip from now ‘til I die.
Unless I had seen the truth with at least one good eye,
Uh-oh. What was that I just heard on the wind, floating by?
Lads were in the cupboards
Lads were in the hall.
Lads were in the closet.
Some were playing ball.
Lads were in the kitchen
Eating up our food.
Our pretty cousin brought them home
And some were rather rude
Grandpa came home early and made them all leave
He took back his sandwiches he grabbed back grandma’s weave
Grandpa yelled for Doris and asked her what was this?
She was a cute little thing, so she got by with a kiss.
Lads ran from the cupboards
Lads ran from the hall
Lads ran from the closet
Some of them did fall.
Lads put down our food
And apologized for being rude.
Grandpa saved the day, all full of fortitude.
I've been a vegetarian since 1999, so I don't know why I write poems like this.
The Lion and the Lamb
Lamb said, "Violence is not the way of God."
Lion said to Lamb, "That's odd"
(and I quote verbatim)
just before he ate 'im.
Lion's Face Splattered Across the Front Page
Lion was out on parole
when he saw a Gazelle and ate him whole.
His attorney apologized for the pain
and would carefully explain
that the jungle king would plead insane,
but the jury found he was not insane, but droll
when he said he should've topped him with a jelly roll.
Carnivore Herbivore Dialog
The carnivore spoke, "I eat animals raw,
according to the jungle law".
The herbivore replied, "I won't even try it,
I observe a strictly vegan diet",
as he proceeded to gently chew
a burger of mushrooms and tofu.
The predator ate him in one gulp and said,
"I prefer my dinner to be grass fed".
The giants piled up books on the southern shore.
It was more novels than they had ever stacked before.
The elves and gnomes were scared and yelled “no more!”
They were afraid the stack might fall on their grocery store.
Why was that okay? Asked the giant’s wife, Lamour.
We thought it would be great, said her husband Gore.
It’s fun to stack books, it’s more fun than rock stacking, not a bore.
You are terrorizing the tiny fey, said the compassionate Lamour.
So, the giant and his friends went back to the southern shore.
They unstacked the books and apologized forever more.
That’s okay said the mayor of the seaside town Latimore.
We know you did not mean to scare us forevermore.