Mea Culpa Poems - Poems about Mea Culpa

Thou wert frail, frailer still thy fate, Had reasons fair to feel nigh riled, Your sad eyes sure had looked for me, O my ill-fated child. I was too far to welcome thee, My child, had little time to wait, Get admired in father’s fond arms, And ye left, gone from gate. Helpless not to have held to heart, Nor yet welcome thou...

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Living within the madness the echoes come and go Channeling everything left unsaid in phrases yet to know Time suspended, barriers down the walls come crashing in Each voice a memory which haunts sublime —that unforgiven sin (Dreamsleep: June, 2023)...

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life’s precious fabric unravelling strand by strand Earth weeps...

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Who would praise a god of pestilence and death make of the “grand inquisitor” their guest while pounding “Mea culpa” on their breast a fool’s concocted heaven as their quest. While we add life to melancholy’s need To scatter its unpollinated seed Fearful of too long unquestioned creeds That prey upon the weak to fill their needs. For is it not the price...

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Glistering liquid midnight, whispered her pain to me Oceans hissing as thoughts scream cruelty, Bleeding evening; a Citadel by the sea Strawberry scent by the pyre as fine could be. For here I fell in love with her Fleeting, my mistress and her purest lure, Laden fantasies as she lulled me away Erotic, poisoned nectar where her legs fully splayed. A flaccid branch...

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One word I inadvertently let loose from those I had kept in control for long, the flamboyant ones I carefully chose, over time with practice they became strong. I did this after you came in my life, we flowed in time in the usual way, until we were struck by the surge of strife, you had started to slowly stray away. That was...

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MEA CULPA If it is dirty, yours truly. A child is crying, what did I do? A cloud blocks the sun, must be my attitude. A word said unkindly. They must have learned from me. For I am as unrespectful as only I can be. A bit sad maybe? Of course, that is my fault too. I should know I have that effect on...

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MEA CULPA(CA) It was an auspicious occasion; The wedding of the year. And, afterwards, the guests murmured Aaah! When I told them how, At our very first meeting I had fallen for your allure. So how, after so few years Has everything gone awry? How has love turned to anguish? You don’t need to answer. I know you have no appetency For discussion. The fault is mine alone. Nothing...

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Sins of others may give pain with which I'm fraught But don't cause me unceasing distress that lingers within It's those things that I did but should not have, or didn't but ought That nag me in the wee small hours and stay under my skin...

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Last night I heard you through the walls crying and muttering some It broke my heart I had forgotten for a moment Your world is not ours your understanding different confusion is the normal state it breaks your heart I had forgotten for a moment You have been doing so well making new friends independent like everyone else It healed my heart I had forgotten for a moment Life is still overwhelming and the...

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traducere de: Angela Mamier Nache. aujourd’hui dieu m’a rappelé à lui m’a grondé comme un père en me disant qu’un ange s’est foulé les ailes en volant parmi mes mots et je jure que je ne l’ai pas voulu et dieu m’a cru sur parole après il m’a rendu tous les mots en retour et il m’a dit gentiment de les...

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What I have criticized in others returns in me. That which I despise I am and have been. When I stand for judgment I ask absolution for my humanity and mercy for my love....

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On a road away from here... Peace vaguely shows itsself. I'm headed where I shouldn't be With nothing left, here to fear. All hope I had has gone away... My loss, I can no longer stop. This pain swelling within me, Is here to stay. Another day, withers by, Another hour of misery, within I...

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The Jackal's line of demarcation ye souls' furlough for interim... Today, cockcrows perturb in a gala thrice for thee quiescent stay, God's Park of Ephemera, sashays the daggled the minder harks, a chest not in to rest, of dais edicts, cudgels so contagious; haughty wheels peddle rashly between two havocked hearts, foisting wintry fobs of progeny pleating to let...

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