Long Apprehension Poems
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Modern Concentration Stamps For Query
Heights of subtly decide the best points for invention
Delights of brevity decide the next poetic composition
Insights of entropy reside and then collide in patient comprehension
Conspicuous engagements of the outspoken looking for transparent attention
Ridiculous derangement of the broken ones that should have been all about prevention
Ambiguous retainment of the disguise which illuminates the apprehension
Promiscuous enragement that results in confined detention
I’m bereft aloof alone unkempt and broken at the knees
Contempt for those who have it all and still are hard to please
Cement the groves of the dead to mourn as the wind flows thru the trees
Circumvent the throes of dread that form as I long to be set free
Abdication of the crown for a superficial reason
Fabrication that’s renowned that quantifies as spiritual treason
Aberration of profound modern lies that define the season
Condemnation of the resounding cries that refine the notion of partisan
Holocausts and starvation not resigned to history anymore
Concentration camps a modern feature as we watch them knock upon deaths door
Instigation of disenfranchised people that have no place but to remain poor
Obfuscation of the unbelievable that demand we stand for more
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copyright
Question not the heart who bleeds,
The one who survives the wars who deceive,
Like the quiet smile, blessed by eyes
Who glisten with joy, inspiration and wonder,
Laughing at the dark and stirring the dreams
Beyond dark’s shadows,
Where gentleness breathes, exasperated
By the night who beckons – tempting
Hearts to remember only the sorrow and grief,
Feelings leading a soul to defeat
Enduring the desperation of dusk,
Beaten down by the worries, the fears and lusts,
Expressions of a life who has been overcome
By the revelations of despair, discord
All the misfortunes that come to the lives
Who are not lived, but merely survived
Itching ears only hear the apprehension,
Prayed by the soul who is left without recompense
For the light that falls by the wayside,
Always inspiring, stirring hearts to abide
In the dream, the soothing, the embrace of hope
Who comes from knowing that, despite the dark,
There is a second chance, a simplicity, a habit
Found by the soul who believes, the heart who agrees…
In life, despite all the heartbreak and longing,
There is the moment when there comes a knowing
That only love, love from above, can give the soul
What it needs, the beauty and the faith,
The serenity and grace – all the love that comes to those
Who simply know that God is the One who knows
Without love, there is no life, no hope, no finding the way
Through the sorrow and pain – without delay,
It is the love of His Son who makes the way seem reachable,
Makes the prayer seems answerable,
Makes the world seem like it has a chance…
Without His love, there is no way
But, with Him beside me – I know love will abide
And the joy inside me, that will keep me alive
Inspired by the light who shines on my soul,
The light of a love far brighter than any sun,
The light that comes to life because there is the SON,
The only SON who makes a way for everyone!
(A seductive voice, smiles as it looks over New York. While the sun rises)
So my old record plays
As the early morning mists slowly
Drift in
And herald the new dawn of those beguiled by sin
The politicians
Government's
People
Lovers and haters
Oh, how the air is rich
With such irreducible tension
As they all wander around with delicious apprehension
Gossipping
Feeling self important and all the while never knowing
They've been all bewitched
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Foundation.
With global wars, politics and tensions worldwide, on many levels.
Has the power of influence shifted slightly to the other side, in the spiritual game of freewill
Between two immortal powers?
Can you feel the world slowly getting darker?
Once again, heaved back into this perpetual battle,
of safety or risking once more, what matters.
Comprehensions of the topics discussed,
understanding emotions and broken trust.
Inside those moments of intoxicating vivification,
the illusion of impenetrable defenses goes under decimation.
Fear grips the consciousness from the vulnerability.
Certainties elude the futures expectancy.
Time ticks on, relentless and never resting,
patience is cardinal to ascertain the resulting probabilities.
How quickly memories of hopes and wishes can resurface,
Those sweet day dreams filled with harmonious bliss…
Yet, danger is being sounded, constantly and inevitably,
for sooner or later, this bliss is torn from me.
No longer can this agony continue to reoccur,
to let the briny moisture gather and cause my sight to blur.
Forever stained is the cognizance of recollections,
morphed and twisted they are, by negligent attentions,
Harrowing anguish have become second nature,
there fore this imperfect heart I hesitate to wager.
How to implore this inquiry of intentions,
while avoiding the creation of apprehensions.
Full of fear and anxiety, but, a glimmer of hope, one can see!
That hope, that if I fall, you will be able to catch me.
Everyone's life is a patchwork quilt
Made of good times and times of strife
What makes it such a colourful quilt
Are those special moments in life
Moments that change the mosaic forever
When forced to choose a new path
Uncertainty and apprehension takes hold
Each change more scary than the last
A myriad of events beyond our control
Overcome us and we tremble with fear
But as always, our faith guides us on through
And we manage to persevere
How dull and mundane our lives would be
Without these moments of colour
They add a new square so unique and diverse
It's a work of art like no other
Everyone's life is a patchwork quilt
Made of good times and times of strife
This colourful quilt is a true example
Of a unique and treasured life
Our Revolution sought limitations
On imposition of regulations,
But supplications met deprecation
And castigations not reformation.
Such condescension sparked protestation
And contemplation of separation;
This supposition stirred apprehension -
A premonition of confrontation.
But, declamations and remonstrations
Spurred agitation toward Declaration,
While provocations and deprivations
Steeled resolution for liberation.
War's prosecution, through execution,
Forged dedication for recognition;
Its culmination brought dissolution
And vindication for aspirations.
While extrication brought satisfaction
States' acclamations lacked definition.
This Federation showed imperfections;
Low validation forced redirection.
Deft composition penned Constitution;
Strong propositions scored affirmation.
Hence, generations find inspiration
And preservation their obligation.
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Tell all the people yet to come
Democracy is what we chose;
Their mission's goal: protect it from
All foreign and domestic foes.
Heartache flows crimson with black grief
Echoing despair through the clouds of doubt
Ebony mystery colors the storm in shadows
Darkening the day with a heavy show of sorrow
Anguish that beckons to the heavens for hope
Longings for the moments when suffering was
Only a distant apprehension filled with dread
Heartache fears the melancholy shades of skepticism
Inklings of anxiety that create bitter horrors within
Moments filled with alarm, panicking the presence
Of sensitivity or courage, strength that welcomes
The chance to move from uncertainty to pleasure
Placing the pain in a cage of anticipation, promise of
Something far better that dances with exhilaration
Heartache fades the hues of life to hues of dejection
Creating trepidation among the stars that twinkle
With desire for a miracle, a gentle tug of faith and love
Whimsical pieces of the angelic visions shadowing
The way toward feelings that linger deep inside
Beneath the nightmares and phobias, the harbingers
Of something that is filled with misery and sorrow
Heartache finds a way to dampen the driest eyes
With tears of regret and sadness for all that is lost
Dismay clings to the spirit who knows only to believe
And discovers itself in a place of purest torture
Where only the discouragement and disillusion
Are capable of explaining themselves to the soul
Who knows that pain so real will haunt, even in death
Heartache filled with such angst is heartache living
In the heart who longs to die peacefully and completely
Inflictions Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
August 5, 2020
Moments become wet steppingstone
over a stream of consciousness.
At breakfast, a TV delivers omens
with a perky disposition.
Buttering grilled bread, distracted by normality,
slipping through the well-greased gears
of a self-made reality,
then a singing hint of burnt toast
ripples through suddenly aware
nostril hair.
What should you do today -
walk the mood off
or pray brother pray?
Will the monstrous appear,
its likeness --- cute and kittenish,
though even now
new velvet satanic horns
are already budding.
Will the fuzz and fur turn quickly
to scabs and scales?
Sinister left-handed slaps of hysteria
swipe the sweat from wrinkled foreheads.
In a room bereft of natural illumination,
a light on an open laptop is blinking,
imagination types a nightmare
on the underside of its blank screen.
Brains unchecked by reason,
swivel inside their bony portholes,
they search this way and that
for a more feasible fantasy
before this amorphous apprehension
emerges fully clothed
as an all too familiar
mirror image.
As the years roll over and a new one takes its place. I grow with apprehension of the successes I can make. Because of my age, my life is a shorter span. But I have for some reason much hope.
2025 - will be a year for some, great advantages. And others will still be looking around. I feel in spite of, the World's situation that there will be great progress. Many fear the worst will come upon us, however, I feel free to say that the Almighty won't let it happen to us. There are things yet to come that could end us, but I feel that there is a bountiful Trust that will keep us humans whole.
Love for one another is one, Faith and Faithful expressions for another. Time is against us, but the future is wide open. We who trust will live on. When we look back over time, much of what we know has changed. We are moving forward and not backwards, I believe.
I can't predict the future, but as a human being I feel progress will be made. Things will be for the good above things that are not. So, I am believing with all my heart that life, and not death, will prevail.
LOVE 2025
violet cosmos bends with the weight of a bumblebee
its honey a sway to blissful
slow drip tucked into breakfast glee
things of no small importance
vital
like forgiving mis-steps that neuter success
or losing shackles of disappointment
to hear love-words nurturing branches of support
vital, like a baby's gurgle, language spilling
in infancy
as children outdoors skip in a fusilade of laughter
vital, like robins hopping in the surety of spring
when winter lifts folded veils of snow to a fresh brush
of green
lives from strain to festive
sometimes shaky with apprehension
in a carefully constructed freedom that respects
diversity
vital
like love transcending the glut of superficial