"appal" poems
Success never came without critique & hate
No matter friend or foe, they'll close down their gate.
The smile will turn into a smirk
The eyes will change into a lurk
Some may even walk on to the other side
But that's when you'll know you're doing it right
Your light maybe blinding to some
and some may even turn to ash
but don't give heed to the glare,
whispers and oh all the gnash.
Dance on your victory, you've made them so proud,
the ones who love you; so bring down the shroud;
of darkness and dullness & shout out to call,
your strength and beauty that some may appal.
Cause' you are a diamond that shines oh so bright,
but some may not see it,
so why don't you guide.
Cause' you've got it right
So stand tall with pride
Cause' you are the light
and you shine so bright.
A.S.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen,
Since on Thine arm Thou bid'st us lean,
Help us throughout life's changing scene
By faith to cling to Thee.
When far from home, fatigued, oppressed,
In Thee we found our place of rest;
As exiles still, yet richly blest,
We cling, O Lord, to Thee.
What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and hopes remove!
With patient, uncomplaining love,
Still would we cling to Thee.
Though faith and hope are often tried,
We ask not, need not, ought beside;
So safe, so calm, so satisfied,
The soul that clings to Thee.
Blest is our lot, whate'er befall;
What can disturb or who appal?
Thou art our strength, our rock, our all,
Saviour, we cling to Thee.
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Wintertime nighs;
But my bereavement-pain
It cannot bring again:
Twice no one dies.
Flower-petals flee;
But since it once hath been,
No more that severing scene
Can harrow me.
Birds faint in dread:
I shall not lose old strength
In the lone frost’s black length:
Strength long since fled!
Leaves freeze to dun;
But friends cannot turn cold
This season as of old
For him with none.
Tempests may scath;
But love cannot make smart
Again this year his heart
Who no heart hath.
Black is night’s cope;
But death will not appal
One, who past doubtings all,
Waits in unhope.
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A Secret told—
Ceases to be a Secret—then—
A Secret—kept—
That—can appal but One—
Better of it—continual be afraid—
Than it—
And Whom you told it to—beside—
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Some little drops of water
Whose home was at sea
To go upon a journey
They once happened to agree
A white cloud was their carriage
Their horse, a playful breeze
And over town and country
They rode along at ease
But the cloud held too many
And began to grow heavy
The little drops of water started to fall
And the cloud looked on with appal
The water fell to their dismay
Was this how they end their day?
~19/3/21
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 12:05 AM UTC
When I am gone and one, or two
Are huddled on a funeral pew
Then this one thing I ask of you
Don't lie about the man you knew
For by the bloating of my name
You'll nullify the one who came
Who bore the fullness of my blame
And died in such disgraceful shame
Know that every sin which you recall
Those times I drove you up the wall
My secret sins made these look small
Their evil horror would appal
Yet every crime against my king
Was matched by grace astonishing
Every joy a gift releasing
Freedom from my sin convicting
For long before the world began
My God had forged a stunning plan
Despite the dirt of my life's span
The great God loved this sinful man
So mourn or shrug as you feel right
But do not fret about your plight
My God will keep you in his sight
A glorious help in darkest night
When I am gone and one or two
Are huddled on a funeral pew
Lift up your eyes and look anew
For Jesus Christ is calling you
May 17, 2010
May 17, 2010 at 2:00 PM UTC
Silly girl,
Such a brat,
Never do you see,
Like you've no eyes,
How you destroy me.
Take every limb,
I'm left with naught to walk,
Cutting down,
My hand and heart,
With your hatred talk.
Like I've never given you my all,
Every piece in pieces at your feet,
But I'm left empty appal,
Unto sadness and despair,
Midway we meet.
Hello a thousand cuts,
And a million bleeds,
How nice of you to come,
In this most desperate time of need.
I alone could stand no more,
Of all the nights in tears,
My dear,
Cut my skin,
Deep within,
**** this my lightest fear.
It takes me a sullen moment,
In time when time stands still,
Waiting in a shadows sigh,
And I,
Fell silent unto the willed.
Who want nothing but myself,
This lost shell of a soul,
To who could help,
When no one could know,
Of the silent sin,
I fell within,
When I could stand no longer,
It begins.
This a simple walk,
So simple it seemed,
When the path grew thin,
So did the dream,
Slowly it twisted,
A contortion of the strands,
The held together a mind,
A mind the dark dares understand.
With thoughts of evil,
Of the darkest deeds,
Where unto acrid soil,
Do they plant the seeds.
Nurtured with the worst of us,
Of blindness, loss, and
Lust.
For every thought a leaf,
Unto which the worst is kept,
Till the fruit it bears,
Is fed to those who slept,
Under the arm of the sick,
Who could not be stirred,
The choicest picked.
For the seeds better yet,
To grow something less a little more,
Into the sow,
We sow on winters shore,
With intention of a finer keep,
Into the sand I lay my pain,
And my pain I shall reap.
No soul of mine,
No heart of my own,
Should know so many tears,
So many tears alone,
With naught but shadows at my side,
I find the darkest for me to hide,
Leave my lightest at the foot of madness,
And forget forever,
A sound mind perhaps,
But also sadness.
Jan 12, 2010
Jan 12, 2010 at 9:12 PM UTC
I saw him not in suavest suit
For he is coy at a disguise
And disguise is mastery in that place
Infested by swarms of spies
Those wretched parasites on haunch
Of Beauty who inspires lullabies
He sauntered 'mongst that drifting crowd
In worksmen's clothes and cap
A pair of aviators on
To beguile the crowd perhaps
He cocked his head and stared at me
My heart swooped soared and clapped
I never saw a man so sweet
As he, eyes' charm potent, intense
Gazed upon this pilgrim rapt
Her heart filled with awe immense
And with every step her Love increased
Put past to reason, sense
I chained myself in soul and body
To him, my kinship flame
And was wondering if so his malady
Would become less tender, tame
When I sensed his drudgery, demise
Was a baron's law, endgame
Oh Lord! The very glow of Love
Seemed then to wither, die
And a chasm opened in my Heart
As wide and deep as sky
My soul was barbed with thorns of Christ
To think of Him with earthworms lie
To think of that Heart hunted, hung
In tyrants grim steel net
Sullied my very own with pain
Not even sight of him could abet
Dolorous I sobbed and screamed
Till my cheeks were red and wet
To **** the man who loved the world
So much he staked his soul
To bring down tyrants castle
Whose oppression the mind appal
But his heart forever beatific, bright
Have pilgrims rapt in thrall
That he loves too much may be his sin
Some others too little, theirs
Their truths sell at an ugly rate
His for free he shares
Knowledge for the masses true
Not a tyrants wares
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
name after name recorded on the wall
a sombre history of the long crime
against us all now fading into time
made by those giants who to us seem small
through urgent years when little could appal
our fervent thoughts when worlds were at their prime
(so we believed) yet we feared the dark slime
that seemed to lurk awaiting our long fall
now it’s the turn of those who would proclaim
a better day and shout it very loud
so even the ancestors could rejoice
but we who are uncertain of our flame
no longer urgent and no more as proud
are not so eager to exalt our voice
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
The fire and brimstone in their pall
Are the cloak and cloth of sin
Whose tyranny the mind appal
When it fathoms deep within
And o'er those gates so rancid wrought
With blood and flesh and iron
When after that fate one, we, hath fought
We turn up still, all hope be gone
The stench of death dank, all around
Suffuse the climes from sky to ground
The King of Hell who seldom grafts
For anything, yet seldom stops
His command to torture, down the shaft
As to every level hops
Spreads black wings and glides above
His victims as he, gruesome, gloats
Anathema to turtle dove
Who on divine zephyr of heaven floats
His presence ever torturous still
When reign dark from ****** lordly hill
He sees the scuttling victims run
Away, cruel let loose for game and chase
A beautiful mirage of sun
To taunt the soul abased
Hells hills trees grow putrid leaves
No mortal could brace the sulphurous stench
Under canopies the victim weave
As they shiver, shudder, blench
As torturer catches up, apace
Him testament to time's disgrace
By his vainglory employed
That ******* of the angel boys
Treats people, world, as things and toy
Seduced to do his bidding, ploys
But justice, freedom will uproar
Angels of Hell link arms, uprise
For Heaven they have wanted more
Than sooty, oppressive, obsidian skies
**** the devil, his ****** lies
Hear us rise, sing God's reprise
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC