Long Apology Poems
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Words can serve to soften an unintended offense by
engaging attention, admitting fault and displaying selflessness.
"My bad", or more commonly, "I'm sorry" and "Forgive me"
In any language, they are a means to discovery, détente and delight-
Je suis desole, Es tut mir Leid, Lo lamento
Choosing to be heard honestly, the right words are crucial to
lightening the load, bandaging broken-ness as well as harboring hope.
And in addition, the voice tone, facial expression and body stance
are worth attending to in order to establish a sincere apology.
I’m going to offend you
I will
I might
I won’t
be able to help myself
help yourself
to my apology
my diatribe
be my tribe
I sign
so you can hear me
out
don’t shout
don’t be cute
it’s all about
love thy neighbor
the Samaritan
not the cool guy
the one you hate
ain’t you going to pass him by
for the other guy
you know
the one you like
who agrees with you
day and night
like a bobblehead
see the head a-bobbl’n
try on your neighbor’s shoes
step in the doo-doo
you think that’s disgusting
you do you do
you wipe your neighbor
off your feet
don’t care
what side of the fence you’re on
you’re either kind or not
what kind are you
stop
don’t even ask
but do ask
for sugar
neighbors that’s what they do
or are supposed to
was that lost
to the fifties
won’t you even chance
for peace
seems it’s a split
crack open the door
a little more
…a little more
and when your at the door
look ‘em in the eye
don’t try to sell
‘em a vacuum cleaner
thank the Lord
no one sells those
anymore
nor
encyclopedias
stay away from
the media
and
love your neighbor
May life bless you with real freedom,
Keep enjoyment as your place,
May you find your own confidence,
From your education and your space;
May you entertain discernment,
Whilst fulfilling your desires,
And may platitude be rescinded,
By real love in your eyes.
May you receive more than you give,
And see reason when there's none,
May your friends light your inside,
May you give hope to those with one;
May you save the exploited from oppression,
By making despair to you most personal,
And may equality be the standard,
For your repudiation of its dismissal.
May you always uphold justice,
Even in dark and uncertain times,
When faced with honest requests,
And its unsettled times sometimes;
May you do what’s right no problem,
Not questioning the strain,
Nor grumbling about the consequences,
Of morality’s devoted love train.
May your diamond be stalwart honour,
For war heroes old and injured,
Tormented by battlefields and sights,
Of the mangled and beleaguered;
May you testify to fact and truth,
And publish what you know;
And may reason be your sociology,
To dictatorial governments overthrow.
May you respect others in esteem,
For kindness and achievement,
May you follow those you understand,
As beautiful in accomplishment;
May you undertake endeavours,
Which ramify the other unstudied,
By embracing love and laughter,
As whispers of grace embodied.
May you always say what’s inside,
Whilst giving other people a chance,
Trusting them with your memories,
That history upon which you cannot glance;
May you always speak your mind,
To make rationality your guide,
And in dignity confide and correct,
To let the delinquent within you abide.
May your philosophies be trophied,
As a garland by the lonely,
And may your way be warmly accepted,
Without negotiation or apology;
May righteousness be your hallmark,
And caring thought your attribution,
And may you emerge as a good person,
Bringing light where there’s intrusion.
I beg your pardon
My dearest peers
If I played part in
Your past years
This is my best
Most formal apology
Acknowledge you’re blessed
No one gave one to me
I don’t like to pick sides
I see no clear answer
Often changing my mind
A fluctuating canter
Most can be relentless
Un open to change
Opposers are senseless
Flexibility drained
But is there a clear choice
Only a wrong and a right
Or is the sound of my voice
Just a trivial plight
Despite any facts
I have an unbiased wiring
There’s no changing that
It won’t be expiring
So I cop a plea
And hope you accept
Down on my knees
No dignity left
Heaven bound, hell-bent
Cradled between truth and false
Solitude well-spent in crowds
Among soul-filled emptiness he stays
Wisdom remains when one does grasp
We know not one thing at all
As he drank the poison
He died with this attained
Leave to Sparta where you may speak freely
To question without an answer
Spread your words like wildfire
Consummate them like an unavoidable cancer
But he chose to die in Athens
Heaven-bound, hell-bent
Governments await their deaths with no apology
Drinking the poisons of their hatred
Taking their curse as sustenance
We know not wisdom
Till humanity filters us through
And blinds our fear of death
And blinds our fear of you
September 4, 2013
Wandering but not lost
A ctually you do not care for me.
B ut I have no problem, you see.
C onfidence of power is inside my heart
D reary attitude in you can’t make me hurt
E ternal time is following us
F act is that, I will win you, rest is superfluous
G reat feeling in me should be respected,
H as to be reciprocated
I n your emotion.
J ust at least for a moment.
K nowingly or unknowingly you will respond.
L ong attraction in y heart is strong to tie a bond
M y desire and passion know to wait
N othing is impossible, I am quiet
O h cruel heart, you must cast an amiable glance!
P atience of my confidence does not beg a chance!
Q uite sure I am, how far away you run from me
R egret will pull you to me to beg apology
S omething strong is inside my soul
T o shelter you, to brighten you as last console.
U ltimate aim to win your heart at any cost.
V iolent urge in opulence, never to exhaust,
W andering but not lost.
12/27/21
'Pick a title' Vol.27
Contest by Edward Ibeh
Chosen title ' Wandering but not lost'
Wow, Mrs. Claus’ mood change was surely swift!
Hmph, a rift just cause she must wait to use her gifts …
Ho, Ho, NO! Time out? MY name on the naughty list?
This retired, old deer as my guard should I resist?
I must sit in seclusion on the North Pole Park bench??!
My neck hurts from quick turns that muscle-wrench
each time I look to see if Mrs. Claus has appeared
with my due apology and a mood not mad geared.
Oh, elven mercy! I turn again, as does my betrayer guard,
from the wind that sends yonder deer’s rear discard.
Surely that deer and my Mrs. are in mutual accord
for I recognize the disgruntled deer, Buns Pootord.
I’m so tired from my yearly moon flight to all families
and leaving prized gifts for all the personalities.
I tried reasoning with Mrs. Claus for patience, please!
She loved her presents, so why these brutalities …
just because I gave away all the batteries?
... CayCay Jennings
December 13, 2018
Apology to the missus at nighttime...
first day of January
two thousand and twenty three.
While the wife then in the process
of leaving a telephone message
for our eldest daughter,
(on vacation, thus unreachable)
her cajoling tone of voice
beckoned, intimated, and _underscored
curiosity to discover
how romance blossomed
between first born
and soulmate of offspring
while both progeny and
Puerto Rican young man
both freshmen in the same dormitory
at University of Pennsylvania.
I unthinkingly blurted out
thy spouse acting nosy
triggering cascading denial
of marital transgressions
(quite brutish and nasty of me)
scoring invisible black barbs
upon tender flesh
seriously contemplating divorce
to implement bartered bride
blithely cavorting with bonnie lass
abandoning desirability, eternity, fidelity...
adopting following motto de jure
gather ye rosebuds while ye may.
How innocuous for spouse clamoring
to get low down how biological daughter
came upon midnight clear
acquainting, befriending, cohabiting...
eventual future linkedin lucky man
at least once upon a poem ago
aforementioned perfect match
(like two peas in a pod).
Seconds after the rather
sarcastic word (nosy) uttered
yours truly wished he never blurted
underhanded stinging rebuke.
Whether twas love toward the spouse
who approximately twenty seven years prior
yours truly pledged troth and vowed
to uphold sanctified covenant,
when me late father in law
escorted his "baby"
down the wedding aisle.
Nevertheless I blurted out
acid tinged comment
(as iterated above)
generated an after effect
recounting me being unfaithful husband
suddenly nauseous surge
induced gag reflex
synonymously tasting like bile
no amount of washing mouth out with dial
could affect comparable retraction
wanting to turn back hands of time
best recourse would necessitate
severing ties with humanity
and accepting nothing short of exile
(for questing, trespassing, violating...
acquiescence toward verboten fruit)
walking barefoot over hot coals
every last desolate mile
despite exhibiting weariness
qua swiftly tailored harried style
years later still experiencing
gruelling emotional trial.
We apologize for any inconvenience
We regret whatever this was.
At the time, it seemed acceptable
by standards we no longer recognize
and may never have formally adopted.
We understand that harm occurred.
We are unable to confirm how,
when, or to whom,
but we acknowledge the feeling
that something shifted and did not return.
Please know this was not our intention,
though intention is no longer considered
a relevant factor.
We take full responsibility
in the sense that responsibility
has been assigned.
We are sorry for the impact,
the implication,
the tone,
the absence of tone,
and the tone perceived afterward.
We regret not anticipating
your response,
which could have been avoided
had we known what it was.
Corrective measures have been implemented.
They include increased caution,
reduced specificity,
and a revised definition of “before.”
If this apology feels insufficient,
we apologize for that as well.
If it feels excessive,
please understand it was necessary.
We appreciate your patience
during this ongoing resolution
of something we did
and would like to assure you
we will not do it again
until it becomes clear
what “it” was.
Thank you for bringing this
to our attention,
or for being the kind of person
who might have.
Words are thin and often crack under weight
They were never meant to be load bearing
A feeling rises…
Raw and electric
Too large for the venue of conversation
Joy bursts open like the sun you can’t look at
Yet we refer to it as happy
A word so pale it feels like an apology
Grief is worse
It floods the ribs and drowns breath
All everyday language offers us is the word sad
As if sadness were a puddle and not an ocean
Love
The word which betrays us the most
Forced into four letters unable to hold
Fire
Ache
And Impossible depth
We keep trying though
We stack syllables like shaky ladders
Climbing towards the truth
Knowing words will fall short
But we use words to reach anyway
Because sometimes the attempt is the closest thing to honesty we have