"apprised" poems
Our town was to have a rail-line
Circa the mid eighteen nineties
This story has surprised my ears
A local amateur historian apprised me just recently
Documents to support this claim are archived in Sydney
Not far out of our town
On a well know property in the district
Two surveyor pegs are still in existence
Marking the route the rail-line was to track
Though the Forefather's rail-line was never bedded down
The powers that be government leaders of the day
Shelved these impressive plans
They never saw the light of day
Ribbons of steel not coming to fruition
Leading to our town
Other town went ahead rail-lines were established to them
Out town alas and alack missed out
Look where Tamworth and Armidale are to-day
Rail being in their favor
Our town was left to languish and to be dispirited
Going no-where no-where to go
Our Forefather's now lay in their graves
Not quite resting in peace
Their rail proposal for our town unrealized
Good ideas die along with good intentions
Hence their unsettled repose
Our town could have been a regional town
Industry and population dotting the landscape
Rail would have assured our place
The Forefather's rail proposal long since shelved
Consigned into the passing vapor of time
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
"Amy's eyes are the color
of loneliness
If loneliness were a color"
So they said, but who were they anyway
to judge a girls face
I had thought until the very day
loneliness caught my eyes
and held my stare
My heart sank and I was apprised
Of the loneliness trapped
in those young girls eyes
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
Plane Poetry: I go to Barber
aisle seat C 14,
an emergency exit row,
forced to solemnly swear
that for the extra legroom,
I will solemnly assist to open
the exit door, me first as my reward,
and keep my terrified screaming
below an elephant's trumpeting mating call
what hast this to do with a trip to Barber?
you Brits and Aussies, ever economical,
say went 'to hospital,'
leaving we Ameddicans
to dignify that august institution
as going to
The Hospital
Thus advised, be apprised, a
Nota Bene Benidictus:
I go to Barber,
Not
I go to the barber.
Samuel Barber,
Adagio for String Quartet, Barber
If unfamiliar with this piece,
you will recall it well
if "Apocalypse Now" registers at all
If not stop immediately,
return to Go,
start here,
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRMz8fKkG2g
be prepared to surrender your mortality,
listen and if effected,
if you find yourself on your knees
weeping, recalling the days of loss,
the early empires of hope,
the first kiss
of your firstborn
and unknowingly,
the last you gave
a loved one
if you have the courage to
be touched and impacted,
as I,
then welcome back to
right here where why...
*I go to Barber
where violins soar me heavenwards,
where violins rip open sores long since scarred over,
I go to Barber
and float, eyes sky'd, as water
fills and departs my body simultaneously,
I go to Barber
to know that art can rise beyond,
that my weakened, wrecked human flesh, surpassable
I go to Barber
to harmonize my disconcordia,
romantic lyricisize my waning days,
I go to Barber
to voluntary confess, admit my impoverishment,
to acknowledge that they, my days, yet are capable,
I go to Barber
to remember and to forget,
to mark and unmark time
I go to Barber
to be created and recreated,
to be destructed and despaired
I go to Barber
to acknowledge, as human, better is forever possible,
for of the god spark, yet unextinguished
I go to Barber
because there is no plane as fast as his slow adagio,
to transport me to the who I am and should yet be*
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
She's awake, eyes wide,
Gazing at everything that surrounds her.
Ugly? Someone apprised her no.
Loving is the cue to everything beautiful.
Skin deep is nothing. They are just words.
Magnificent is nothing,
And nothing is unlovely,
When you see the world in gray,
You fail to remeber,
There's an other side.
From sad to happy,
He made her, unknowingly.
He showed her,
People can be inimical,
She said she is aware.
Then what was that he did,
To make her all so beaming?
I guess we'll never know.
It's a tale of two seeds,
Who were growing into trees.
When one was about to die,
The angel came to relief.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 2:47 AM UTC
Surrendering myself to a most omniscient and superior presence I do recall--
a bliss of serene emotion, nothing could befall
A wormhole of colorful fractals my eyes consume;
absent of all fear, my soul begins to bloom
A beautiful vessel of the innerverse I take;
a tour of the mind, humbly I wait
Indescribable realms I am apprised, conceptually unfathomable to the conscious mind;
Scenes of divine aesthetics flood my eyes, myself I begin to find
Intense elation-- equivalent to a lifetime of *********** I am granted as I come to;
Forever indebted to this ritual which has been deemed so taboo
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
"How can you love him like that?"
At 5, they taught me
how to color shapes
and I would color them
beyond the lines.
At 10, they told me
to make a 500-word essay
and I did a 1000-word
for it and got an F.
At 16, they apprised me
to wear a cocktail dress in a party
and I wore a long dress;
they bullied me for weeks.
At 20, my professor instructed me
to place up to 5 decimal places
and I wrote 7 for assurance;
I failed his class.
At 23, he asked me to love him
with everything that I can
and I gave him beyond everything;
he broke my heart.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
credible sources did inform, from horse's mouth it came
credible sources did inform, from horse's mouth it came
clouds of doubt weren't around, the picture twas real
clouds of doubt weren't around, the picture twas real
clouds of doubt weren't around, credible sources did inform
from the horse's mouth it came, the picture twas real
well apprised of the situation, being in the know
well apprised of the situation, being in the know
the evidence told a tale, everything twas on exhibit
the evidence told a tale, everything twas on exhibit
being in the know, everything twas on exhibit
the evidence told a tale, well apprised of the situation
an inquiry wasn't needed, which saved time
an inquiry wasn't needed, which saved time
the boys in the legal department, not filing out paperwork
the boys in the legal department, not filing out paperwork
an inquiry wasn't needed, the boys in the legal department
not filing out paperwork, which saved time
the evidence told a tale, credible sources did inform
from the horse's mouth it came, an inquiry wasn't needed
well apprised of the situation, no clouds of doubt were around
the picture twas real, the boys in the legal department
not filing out paperwork, which saved time
everything twas on exhibit, being in the know
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC
*life has plenty of bad dreams
realized and foretellable,
predictable, inevitable,
typos that go uncorrected
or cannot be corrected
but from time to time
magic appears in an email header,
mistakes intended
for what would life be without
the occasional,
surprise from him,
a Sirprise apprised....
and her, she, her,
knowing his mind
occupado by life's laundry,
sends him a notice of a
Herprize.
-----------------------------
*To: Him
From : Her
Subject: Herprize
Please hold the evening of April 25th on your calendar
for a Herprize event. Tie and jacket will be required (too bad!).
To: Her
From: Him
Subject: Sirprise
Tie and Jacket, no can do, as all my ties were accidentally
thrown out by some crotchety person on New Years Day, 2014.
Please mark the whole day, May 12th,
as busy on your calendar for a Sirprise event.
Casual formal (casual formal?) dress attire, please.
Popcorn and other refreshments will be provided.
Socks and **** stockings optional
but recommended for the evening portion of day's events*
-----------------------------
the waitress inquires,
"theater tonight?"
She replies,
"oh yes, indeed,
an 8:00 curtain,"
"great, what show are you seeing?"
"that I cannot say, yet,
for it is a Herprize evening!"
the waitress says nothing,
but her smile indicates understood,
and they stupid grin at each other,
at their crazy ways and that the world
appreciates their typographical lives
.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:16 AM UTC
Forgotten, so it seems, a love left unfinished
A heart now abandoned, a passion diminished
An ache and a pain, unrelenting sorrow
A hope now released, a prayer for the morrow
As darkness descends, a hand reaches out
A hand at the ready, apprised of this route
The touch so familiar, as if acquainted
Has it no face?, your sight remain tainted
A smile now you see, this touch you now know
Yet it seem from above, it give strength from below
As closer be drawn, to this one nameless face
Your heart does now know, this be true love's embrace
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 10:12 AM UTC
I've chaptered longingly...storied...
where the characters of him can
not stand apprised...no ***** to be
girded.
As yet...and as yet...a momentous
patience has captured the essence
that can not motion...but be beyond
doubt.
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 1:09 AM UTC
/*\for you, the she,
a precious jewel that comes in many
colors, including melanc~holy
<>
who dipped her toe unaware the ***
grows ever hotter with every stirring and the
carnal charnel
nature of
a light
perusal,
a quick wick once-over, a scan, nothing
but just a light, slight, of a
finger~to~lips~tasting/*\
where -poem scripts
lie easy buried
neath a bare
minimum of
1 inch of soil
<>
not the meaning you instinctively assumed,
after years of misunderstooding
of the use-all of
perusal
Mademoiselle Usage,
a mis~usage|
the realizable danger of perusal is in its true meaning.
not in a brief but glorious askance,
but the deep dive
into where the deep sea trench creatures be living,
where the nuance and the sea weeds brocades
the casual
visitor's
perusal,
and the urgency of living on the edge,
of ulterior motives apprised and appraised,
are sensing not,
the dangers consequential,
and down~into~the~rabbit whole
inevitably you encounter,
A man!poet mumbling on & on;
there is no such thing as respite,
the tears of the heart sees their swelling,
no pro bono 4 ply tissue is enough to
well **** arresting their continuity of their
welling,
writ not in cryptic notation,
all mine is there for plentiful plain,
not,
for excavation interpretation, exegetical heretical,
up until the
line of palpable,^
flashes the multi~mesmerizing^
yellow and red warning lines hysterical,
here is where
when in my depths,
you swim
or
flee
next question, please?
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 11:51 AM UTC
yeah,i was feeling like hell
on the path of my confused mind.
I wanted to scream my whole heart out
but clenched my fists try not to do,
as i was not permitted.
and that feels like i was burning inside,
which was enough to frightened me
as I'd nobody by my side.
My grey eyes were fiery ,
the apprehension which i wanna share,
but now i am apprised of these things
that no one is gonna care.
After days months and years of chaos and
life-threatening situation
people stabbed me for no good reason.
I'd somehow managed to find a way to be happy
because i realized no one will come,
riding on black horse to save me or take my all worries.
I have to save myself, little by little, day by day
and I’m learning to breathe deep through it ,
and keep walking with a high head
and plastered a smile on my lips.
-samra
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
The new 950-ton bridge would beat
down time dashing to classes cheat
ting vulnerability asper thick traffic
putting life at risk,
thus laudatory alternative
intending to offer Sweetwater
to last a lifetime would make fleet
(installed at Florida International University,
with eager pedestrians ready to greet
crossing grand opening,
where local dignitaries didst meet
viz Miami-Dade County
Saturday (March eleventh 2018)
witnessing ghastly collapsed
Thursday (March fifteenth 2018)
afternoon onto Southwest Eighth Street.
An unknown number
of fatalities surmised,
while several others
were hospitalized.
Prior to groundbreaking
with placement guised
of the attendant pomp
and circumstances exercised
setting cornerstone,
the projected
general estimation apprised
sans building costs totaled $14.2 million
and funded as part of a $19.4 million grant
from the US Department of Transportation.
The fact sheet boasted the sheer intensity
comparable to withstand strength of a
category 5 hurricane, and supposed to last
for more than 100 years.
Within the blink of an eye, no ifs ands,
nor abutments squared with ratiocination
earning civil engineers bragging rights,
which boastful, delightful, fanciful stead
fastness touted thwarting titanic tenable
taxing shock waves.
Now only a scattered pile (formerly comp
rising beams footings, and piers) of rein
forced concrete capped with a bent ele
ment defying hallelujahs, karaoke kudos,
and bobble headed nods,
now impish jinns keep leering, mocking,
and naysaying to fading echoing reverberations
leveled at the laughingstock of an architectural
(duff) feat. Further scrutiny will attempt to cap
chore structural weaknesses. Amidst snapped,
crackled, and popped strewn cables entwined girders
(whose premature destruction) will also warrant
any arresting tell tale signs of unusual stress.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
So humble it is we have to die
No matter how hard we try and try
How humble it is that we have to wallow in our own ****
As the filthy become apprised
The wealthy and well off become despised
the poor and deprived become revived
Turning a blind eye leads to one being poked out
The other left to look upon what was so often left drawn
To swallow even the most gravest of swans
Left to wallow oh how I will dote upon
The word I sought
I sought
And I sought
But they were gone
Gone
Gone!
To where they were frowned upon
I wrote new age ledgers
That I doubted on
And when I'm gone I say at least
How humble it is we have to die
When all we did was try and try
So humble it is we have to die
The freedom of verse
Forever cries
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 7:45 AM UTC
I've known her all my life, yes, my Mum, my Mom
She'd sing me to sleep at night, a sweet and soulful song
I must say I was surprised
and from the news, surmised
the cat house raid apprised, she's on the news, holding a two foot ****
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
A reflection in the mirror, seen in reversible review,
gives me cause to wonder, if I’ve found someone new?
For the bleary eyed persona, a ghostly manifestation
seems but an ancient relic, in advancing dessication.
Wondering on the person, stood there before my eyes,
reluctantly I’ve concluded, once all details were apprised,
that the image there reflected; and so very plain to see,
is a bona fide rendering, of an older, careworn me.
The face therein reflected, shows skin weathered tough,
but for ample indication to those who think him gruff,
the laughter lines etched deeply, regarded as the best,
are an ever needed asset, when for life one has had a zest!
Hair that once was bushy black, has thinned, turned to grey;
whilst still bushy eyebrows, grow whiter by the day.
Blue eyes though paled, from an earlier deep azure hue,
still possess a twinkle, when they’re looking back at you.
Standing in contemplation, many thoughts run through my head,
as I recollect on places seen, as well as what I’ve done and said,
and on the people met, who helped to shape the man you see.
Often the willing help from others, made life enjoyable for me.
At the twilight of my years, there’s much that I would do,
but years are quickly passing, and to tackle something new
is not an option. For there is much that needs my attention
if I’m to set my affairs in order, as is my avowed intention.
I hope to ensure that the poetry I wrote - a passion chose
for me, will be orderly, when my days come to their close.
Only when I face my destined fate, with a conscience clear,
will I rejoice in thoughts and memories of those I hold dear.
Though looking glass reflections, allow an introspect view,
and portray a passing likeness, that may be physically true,
life’s lessons learned, which may have left lines upon my skin
leave but few signs of the inner man, that still resides within.
Rhymer. June 1st, 2018.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC