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Admissions

When I join myself in prayer
all the survivors; all those still able to bear witness
regarding my twisted way through the moments
and decades come together in the nothing flat
all eager to tell their tales once more.

The dead speak little;
ushering blindfolded angles
lead them into my presence
yet they are reluctant to testify or blame.

The survivors line up ready

Categories: admissions, poetry,
Form: Free verse

My Admissions

Escalated had it, through mere words
An argument with a drunk, leaving none sober
Avoidance I practiced, consequential to unity
A day of togetherness, spent alone
My desire to leave, superseding my will to stay. 

You were right, I conceded; true or untrue
A waste was it to speak, when I would be unheard
To read was it my choice, to

Categories: admissions, care, christmas, conflict, december,
Form: I do not know?

All Wonders Are Free, No Admissions Price

All Wonders Are Free, No Admissions Price


Lord grant me, days in Nature's rainbow hues
Walking among wildlife, searching for clues
Thankful for these very fine hiking shoes
In splendor of morn's new risen sun
This peaceful, calming walk will be fun
Later,  short picnic before I run
To find butterflies fluttering about
In Nature's pleasing joy, no need to shout
Here waters

Categories: admissions, art, beauty, bird, blessing,
Form: Sonnet

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Admissions From a Heart

Merely, the hardest thing

I must ever do

Is express myself through remorse

Especially when being in the wrong

And alas my dearest, in this moment

You were in the right, all along

 
Thus, where my heart begins to fight

It starts by raging war

Against that of solemn shame

And now of 'tis wounded pride

But, the forces they gather among a storm

And

Categories: admissions, forgiveness
Form: Rhyme

Admissions of a Sloth

I like to exercise my mind, but how I hate to work.
Whatever needs exertion is the action that I shirk.
Labor with the brain is fine.  I do it all the time.
How I love to sit and read or think of words that rhyme.

But send me to the bathroom with a brush so that I'll

Categories: admissions, funny, workme,
Form: Quatrain