Best Admission Poems
China is becoming
A member of the European Union
So they can bail everyone out
All the good jobs
Will be taken
By Chinese immigrants
Mostly from Tibet
Five winters ago, Madison Square was cramped with wild teens
as they waited for the music to begin and blast their ears;
I also wanted to share their excitement
and sing with them while the high-heel songstress
appeared in bikini welcoming their cheers...
she gave a legendary performance drawing them like a magnet...
the delirious crowd liked the performance of " Bad Romance ".
I looked at her and felt I was rolling back the years!
Some guy stared and me and told his girlfriend with fake eyelashes,
" Who's this old guy, is he here for the concert? "
Then they chanted, " No admmission for a wrinkly face! "
" Bet, you can't be dance like us and keep up the pace! "
That insulting remark didn't bother me a bit...
they laughed, but they stopped when I showed them my fist!
...exhortations against Ole Saint Nick
(alternately titled untold treasured shenanigans of Santa)
his elves and reindeer discovered only
by colluding via "FAKE" fluke
did I manage to worm winning the trust
among Christmas elves and reindeer
confident this generic guy,
would never breach scandalous
tidbits, into an underground impregnable
air-raid shelter, the Motley Crue
tied blindfold over my eyes, didst steer
me hermetically sealed,
which crawl space required me to hunker
sound (cloud) proof bunker
while ensconced (security detail munchkins,
who just so happened tubby *****
minded entrance portal)
only after getting the thumb up signal,
whereat nose pies planted
espionage surveillance devices
the chief head honcho and attendants,
Smoky and the bandits respectively,
magically, and handily did appear
and despite one hundred percent bug-free,
a whispered stance opted just to make sure
no unwanted eavesdropper could overhear
plus every participant swore an oath, cuz
any leaked real or “FAKE” information,
would spell imminent demise to be near
the upshot, sans grave emergency
describing clandestine arraignment
involving some rogue elf
(most likely at least two),
and a misbehaving reindeer
(names withheld to avoid any spoiler alert),
plus this entire kit and caboodle
necessary to help Saint Nick
got wind, (and subsequently reined in)
a rave party with orgiastic
sex, drugs and rock and roll
that a band-aided elf(ves) hest
laced with Pepper Minstix
(anonymously hashtagged Sodom and Gomorrah)
sullied pure as the driven snow repute,
when aliasing Sugarplum Mary (“FAKE NAME”)
detected snorting cocaine
codenamed Alabaster Snowball,
while additionally besmirching her virginity
via coital cavorting amidst a Bushy Evergreen
shaking as if frenzied with feverish boogie woogie flu
which seductive, prurient,
and master baiter friend zeed
(spunky Gangnam style) Shinny Upatree
which could slay Wunorse Openslae reputation
as substance abusers,
and sex offenders if not worse.
(if it’s)
Love me …
hate my writing
(or)
Hate me …
love my writing
I can live with the hate
(Rosemont College: March, 2023)
Admission
If time heals all, then when will my alarm clock ring,
If tomorrow is a new day, why do the morning birds not sing,
I want to be awoken, from this dream fueled by disaster,
The hands keep ticking, i just will them, tick faster,
My reasoning is affluent, yet it bleeds through stigmata,
If to sacrifice, is solution, then my soul freely martyr,
My burdens weighed down, adds fuel to their meaning,
My clear image tarnished, by the scour of being,
My foundations pressed, as i confess, to all without believing,
My heart bleeds less, as i digress, to all without deceiving ,
My eyes feel weak, as i lose track, of the path i once walked,
As resistance feels futile, your mind becomes, warped,
The path becomes darker, as my demise is brought fourth,
But the path is now brighter, than at ones first thought,
If its my time, then how will i, know that i must listen,
To the bells that chime, at once as i, am freed by my admission.
My Vendetta Is Not Vicious,
I Come In PEACE, My Heart,
Is Fragile, Just As Much As
The Next, Treat It, In An Open
Hand Of Kindness, Respect It,
Don't Abuse It, I Love In Faith,
To The Glory Of My GOD, For I
Could Not Hurt Anyone,
To The Touch, Always Establish All
Negative Into A Positive, No Matter
How Blind You Are Too It, Don't Ignore
The Possibilities, That You Might Change
Someone's Life, For The Greater Of Good,
Give It A FREE ADMISSION, To All Who,
Apply, No Matter Their Faults, With A Prayer,
And A Guided Blessing Of The Almighty's
Trust.. Everyday...
An Apprentice known only as, "Gale"
Screwed each of the students at Yale
When asked to explain
She replied with disdain,
"I had to make sure I made Bail!"
control was the crucial key
evading limits of sanity
resolutely focused on normality
determined to linger unwaveringly
vague lines of uncertainty
that gradually blur inevitably
as reason loses clarity
boundary crossed perplexedly
control was the crucial key
© September 2013—Kim van Breda
Merging the trinity
By: Erastus “Popyeny” Shipuleni
@December 2020
Not always do I get what I want,
Neither does my request materialise as requested,
Nor desire implemented as desired.
Do I know why these occur?
Cause of denial,
Over power by pride &
Refusal for admission.
Road to fruitful life.
Admit the creator,
Merge the trinity, (Mind, soul & body),
Self-acceptance, forgiveness & release.
Be present & act.
Accept & be as created.
Manage within my reach.
AN ADMISSION TO TELL HER TO ADMIT IT
(to vie in re: the poem “the sun the sea etc.)
The lady doth bequeeth unto me too much praise
I write of struggling through nights and she about laughter filled days
two divergent lives woven together by words she said were mine
and all this must be created by some grand design
I wrote a banal poem that needed life and a soul
and somehow she saw my poem less then amateurish and droll
so she took my words and gave life to lifeless sentiments
while she and I took two metaphorical sacrements
we shared some wine from miles away
and she wrote a line to express what I had to say
interwoven words that fit together as if we were one
and I was in awe from beginning until the poem was done
so she wants to give me credit when she polished my shoes
shoes being metaporical for a poem, whether up-beat or the blues
I gave her a sow's ear and she gave me back my pride
by making a pearl as I read the poem wide-eyed
well I say to you all, here and now
if you want to know how to make magic she'll show you how
so when she tells you it was a poem I wrote alone
now you know what you needed to be known
© 2012..copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
p.s. “take another little piece of my heart now baby---you know you got it------ if it makes you feel GOOD!”
what price to enter paradise?
just become a willing device
to extinguish non-believers
and other common deceivers
making this world so much more safe
when dangerous demons are quaffed
an extremely small price to pay
for our deity to hold sway
simply the cost of admission
for sins placed into remission
doing such necessary things
will make you an angel with wings
what price the entrance to paradise?
simply follow the ancient advice
comprehend what the holy words mean
not being for one instant unclean
there will be a harem or three
where all services are for free
no sins in pleasures of the flesh
all things there have been pre-blessed
beyond any real feelings
or the slavery of needings
no sweat, no fear, no need to hurry
the richest of realms, not to worry
watch miracles come into play
you shall know real bliss, they say
surely you don't want to delay
heaven and all that comes with it
really no need to fidget
do not be a heathen idjit
may we issue your ticket today?
The couch grass has withered
for winters change
I make no apology
Milkwood so loftily summoned
As I venture forth
A prompt remainder
into the celestial wilderness
Time is running out
The lunar moon indicates
Even the sky can be shrouded
through the thin line
Glinting of the nickel
Flip it, place it on the table
Relegate to gravity
That of fate- of destiny
In the end
It's a choice
To accept
Or avoid
After the flip,
Do you obey it
Pull back the hammer
To strike the steel with flint
It's still a choice
Drop hands from wheel, place them by your side
Watch the blurring treeline, shifting away my eyes
I've certainly lied
Proxies for good faith
I've blurred those lines
It's still a choice
I see the trees the trees
Speak to me
In siloquiscent tremblings
Of shaking branches
And falling leaves
So quiet and tense
A psychadelic panacea
Of hallucinegitic properties
At night I lay beneath
The dark star filled
Skies the moon
My beacon the
North Star my compass
And I dream of a
Less complicated
Existence where the
Air is clean the
Water is not polluted
And cancer is just a
Six letter word
Preferably never
Staged or written
Aura of angry students filled the arena....
Breath of depression brushed against my bare cheek...
So much seeking knowledge under the wings of desperation...
Yet,lost in where I tot I'll get a chance to complete my destination..
Sapiens of different habit wandered into bondage..
Murmurs of troubled hearts flowed with the wind
Here I am regretting my decision
Struggling to break the shackles of seeking admission