"apoligies" poems
I pray thee sun thou should set,
or take thy leave better yet,
wouldst at last my thirst be gone,
But alas thee linger, and linger on.
There be no flower not yet dead,
no water flows in yonder river bed.
'Tis a heat where nought doth grow,
nor doth thee ever mercy show.
Dry of skin and parch of throat,
a man doth need no overcoat.
Thy rays doth burn mine eyes,
they do not hear mine mercy cries.
If there be a place where chill be found,
'Tis there it be that I be bound,
A place where there be no burning sun,
show it to me, so to it I shall run.
(c) 26th January 2010
with apoligies to all you Shakespeare freaks
Jan 26, 2011
Jan 26, 2011 at 1:48 PM UTC
It has been seven years since Paddy posted his last poem. I am taking the previlege to bring it back up top. Please read his poems.
Paddy Martin Jan 2011
An Australian Summer Sonnet.
I pray thee sun thou should set,
or take thy leave better yet,
wouldst at last my thirst be gone,
But alas thee linger, and linger on.
There be no flower not yet dead,
no water flows in yonder river bed.
'Tis a heat where nought doth grow,
nor doth thee ever mercy show.
Dry of skin and parch of throat,
a man doth need no overcoat.
Thy rays doth burn mine eyes,
they do not hear mine mercy cries.
If there be a place where chill be found,
'Tis there it be that I be bound,
A place where there be no burning sun,
show it to me, so to it I shall run.
(c) 26th January 2010
with apoligies to all you Shakespeare freaks
I was thinking how Will would have handled our Oz summer heat.
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
Paddy Martin
Jan 26, 2011
An Australian Summer Sonnet.
I pray thee sun thou should set,
or take thy leave better yet,
wouldst at last my thirst be gone,
But alas thee linger, and linger on.
There be no flower not yet dead,
no water flows in yonder river bed.
'Tis a heat where nought doth grow,
nor doth thee ever mercy show.
Dry of skin and parch of throat,
a man doth need no overcoat.
Thy rays doth burn mine eyes,
they do not hear mine mercy cries.
If there be a place where chill be found,
'Tis there it be that I be bound,
A place where there be no burning sun,
show it to me, so to it I shall run.
(c) 26th January 2010
with apoligies to all you Shakespeare freaks
I was thinking how Will would have handled our Oz summer heat.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
Last night I dreamed of you.
I dreamed you came to me,
Slid your arms around me,
And whispered your apoligies.
"So sorry I'm late. Don't know what
I was thinking."
I used to remember dreams.
Fantastical images in vibrant colors,
Crazy plots that could
Frighten or entertain.
I haven't dreamed in
Three weeks.
"She wants him.
He wants to die"
Is enough to push her to
Never dream again.
She does not want to see
What she saw last night.
Is she not drowning enough?
He makes uninvited cameo appearances
In her head, and she,
Only she,
Is full of cold, choking anguish.
Grieving, they all say.
Grieving what?
Oh, right.
"He wants to die"
This is how the story really goes:
"She wants him
He wantED her
He leaves, lives
She withers."
Strange twist of events.
She will cling to those nights
Where sleep comes for a few hours
And she clings to the mirages of him.
Personal torture, knife turning in stomach
Windpipe suffocating, immobilizing
Absolute heartache,
But at least she can see him.
And at least he is happy.
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 7:49 AM UTC
Apoligies retract at sharper speeds than windy tides
I'm sorry for leaving you washed at shore
but I stopped needing your flotation devices
when I learned to tread on my own and could hold more
oxygen in my lungs alone than I ever could with you on top of me
I do not need you to swim
I do not need you to breathe
The rose gold sunset fills what was left empty
by rough and unforgiving waves
I am not the same girl you pushed out to sea.
I am not drowning anymore.
I am safe at shore.
Without you.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Apoligies won't come easy when liars recon and give every man a bad name,
cross your heart in solace thinking you would be the one after something tragic,
your sadly mistaken, its a **** shame,
enough love in your soul even when the demons fly and make you lose with
whatever you should've gained,
you might be popular but inside your lonley , pretty good for a story of distorted
fame,
Read about it , read about it,
can't deal without it , sleep profounded,
the love she had she went and threw it,
in trash full of lies and deciet,
would've thought that you knew it, would've thought that you knew it,
shes dead now , you blew it,
would've thought that you knew it,
even dead or alive , this life isn't fair,
but why do we reside?
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC
I'm harkened to some Billy Joel
"rode my motorcycle, in the rain"
yes I know it's true my love
"it only proves, that I'm insane"
You're always right, day and night
"Remember how I found you there"
I just can't help but think
it only proves, you care
And so
"you may be right"
I'm crazy as a can be
"turn out the light"
I'm your's tonight
sane never will know
a single part
of me
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC