Best Admit Poems
A poet - some deem that I’m not
I write about farting and snot
Won’t be driven away
I am here to stay
Of critics, I don’t give a jot
3/21/19
Once in a while
I say no
But you are so seductive
and dangerous
The taste of you ...
You are melting
on my tongue
A pleasure
of love
On the surface you are so sweet
Your inner self is frozen
Even if you
are cold
you warm
my heart
A little kiss
my hot lips
become numb
I taste you
with greed
Bits bit of you
Just a little
Sweet taste in my mouth
Close my eyes
Enjoy ...
Do you want to taste
my delicious
strawberry ice cream
12.06.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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~ Inspired by the likes of Hoplessly Devoted to You ~
The reflection of your beauty are shadows on the wall,
The abstract of your spirit is still standing in the hall,
I know I am a victim of this ghostly fantasy,
I hate to admit it, but your love is haunting me.
I hate to admit it, but you appear wherever I go,
I can't fight the feeling as the magic begins to grow,
The thrill of believing brings a scary urgency,
I hate to admit it, but your love is haunting me.
As I lie here not sleeping somewhere deep in the night,
Your whisper of desire brings a passion of fright,
I can't go on believing as the spirits above agree,
I hate to admit it, but your love is haunting me.
I hate to admit it, but life is running late,
What love has to offer will die throughout the wait,
I must find a way to break this broken heart free,
I hate to admit it, but your love is haunting me.
Featured: 5/29/2016
Written: 5/22/2016
Type: Heroic Couplets
Contest: Grens Evergreens (Golden Oldies) 3
Contest Sponsor: Teppo Gren
Placement:2nd Place
provocation art
trash - because it's immoral (?)
nudity ... beauty
pride and prejudice
to descending a staircase
throw the towel - now
blessed virgin mary
she did not wear underpants
nude ... under the dress
- some airy shadows
is virgin birth possible (?)
- dance the naked truth
open flame - no wind
nude skin is vulnerable
- longing in the walls
liberated steps
of humility and pride
- which opens for play
moon - colors my skin
the earth continues to spin
goosebumps - keep me warm
on the sheet of silk
use your imagination
- twilight's red jewel
11/10/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Senryu : 5-7-5
I'm a big sissy when it comes to my flu shot
So what if somehow a case of influenza I got
I'm healthy, I can take it
Though I'm old, can't fake it
I'm going, I'm going, off I go for my shot, I trot
© Jack Ellison 2015
The clockwork
the most complex
Older sprockets, need
life cycle oils
Awareness
the vitality is impaired
- ready to do whatever it takes
follow the advice of the doctor
positively for health
So I sat back {for once} denouncing another day
Occupied composing the profound things I would say
Whilst waiting patiently for emotion to go away
Once again uninvited & the cause of the delay
Truth is I’m tongue tied and speechless even silent
Suddenly aware of how words too can be violent
A casual comment the cause of this very coincident
Leaves me vulnerable honest exposed openly reticent
So simply look me in the eye " it’s all that this will take
if you own up and admit it " I will - it wasn’t all fake
we both can however agree " it was a momentous mistake
one that rules as reminder to remember not to remake..
Both as Crass and as Callas
As it is to admit openly out loud
I find myself recently trying to reconcile
Why it is I sorely miss much more
Not those amongst us currently here
living I beside
But those who have both sadly moved
and been passed on
I wonder if it is because the dead do
not so much annoy anymore
As apposed to those long already
dead residing besides once happy
joyous memories in ones head
We can talk to them about later on at
night before we go to bed
Because they wouldn't let us get a
word in edge way's or shut up and
stop endlessly going on about
themselves
And I am going on holiday with
said set of individual's tomorrow
As unfortunately they who I am
referring to are my nearest and
dearest family
Whom unlike friends I never got to choose
Damn your hands and soft skin
Shamelessly proclaiming
Barefaced and audacious
You keep my tongue on a leash
But how I take my share
Always hanging on your estimations
Where there is place enough for laughter
Never tasting the guilt with the guilty
In spite of this, on clement feet
We watched the throbbing stars
Good or bad I cannot say
But you must draw a conclusion from this
If you can
Again, whatever it is
I cannot bare it.
This is my news:
I alone am responsible
This is right, and it should be
I have trouble imagining all of this
For I do not pray anymore
With all these auspicious new complexities
The sky has grown deaf
And I find comfort in the briefest ways
Jangling and unyielding remembered echoes speaking
In base aphorisms of forgotten amusement
Oh how time has a rusted wit
A UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING
I am taking pictures off the wall
Then taking them to the flame
I am burning each, every and all
Food for a fire fueled by blame
Snapshots that still have the sweet aroma of your perfume
As I question the sky “Can love leave any sooner than this?
Figures and images we hung in the tiled living room
And a thousand scenes of me giving you a kindling kind of kiss
I never let things go but fought over so many paltry things
It’s easier burning photos than the memory of the night you took my name
A night of an angel in white and a man in black and tails trading rings
Further food for a fire fueled and shackled by shame
I’ll have to spackle those holes and heal them quite well
But I am incapable of healing that which has been done is done
I’ve a legion of sins and there’s so much more to tell
But what’s gone is gone so I’m burning pictures one by one
I will always remember when I first heard an angel’s song
Lyrics of love as two hearts were bound together by desire
But not even that angel could accept all that I’ve done wrong
Disregarding the deepest description of both desire and this fire
You knew I had to go as my face betrayed a frigid frown
It hadn’t been easy letting you down easy at all
I simply said “I’m saddling my horse Scout and now leaving town”
As Scout is getting restless so now I’ll stop taking pictures off the wall
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Here I am again Lord.
God I'm back at the start.
I think that someone did me wrong
but forgotten I had a part.
I know that it's my fault.
It's just so difficult to see.
I can't be the one who's in the wrong.
There's no way that could be me.
Lord, You've helped me so much.
More than I could ever deserve.
You put good people in my life.
Why do I suddenly have the nerve?
To take them for granted.
I have the wrong attitude.
I can't see the blessing.
I forgot all about gratitude.
Lord you know all about me.
You show me flaws I don't know.
The righteous path I try to follow
is not the same path that You show.
I don't want to think that I'm wrong.
I don't believe that guy even exists.
Thank you God for showing me who I am.
When I'm wrong Lord, please help me admit.
Learning to love
all parts of our room
Not just the corner
where we feel safe and secure
Knowing that dragons
that hide deep within our hearts
Are princesses in a cage
waiting to be released
Drawing from everything
when it seems meaningless
no feeling is too much
when it’s crying out for wings.
As much as I hate to admit it,
Everything you are probably thinking is probably true.
Because every day I think of you,
and the awful things you used to do.
Yet I smile, yet I laugh
yet I still give a crap
When realistically I shouldn't want anything to do
with you.
You Cheated
You lied
You cried and you
Connived
but the more I think ill survive
the less i actually strive
to contrive
a reason for existence
every day I see you standing there
with that Oh-So-Innocent stare
as I pass by you on my way to class
but when you don't know I'm looking
I can tell how you are really looking
sunken in, broken down
and everyday I hope you've found
a reason to say you are sorry
a reason to take me back
a reason to see that everyone of those other girls
lacked
but you never have
you never will
I guess its a good thing
I can lie to myself still.
Yea, I Admit Being A Little Uptight...
Yet,...this baby boomer surrenders
since many an elapsed yesternight
to inevitable (albeit gradual)
cosmic fusion with universal spright
notched calendrical anniversary, mine
nondescript birth doth invite
quiet acknowledgement between
January twelfth and fourteenth 2019
lengthening shadows of twilight
years ordain nothing more slight,
than mine chronological meter,
which will tabulate LX orbitz
completed round the sun, a sight
hardly worth promulgating,
cuz I haint nothin but right
smack dab in the average
range as applies to quite,
a vast (perhaps a bajillion)
fellow Earthlings, somewhat polite
chap minding requisite p's
and q's (i.e. prime quality),
nonetheless being cordial, insight
full, how all knowing Universal
studios theatrical playwright
offers no exemption against
facing rigor mortis plight,
and if necessary
shines blinding searchlight,
hence the ultimate countdown
deliverance into eternal night,
or perchance afterlife might...
awash with marshmallow
clouds plus tangerine
skies, amidst kaleidoscopic flying kite
inescapable, yet...I oft wonder
if one can prepare
being hermetically sealed airtight
or if cremation chosen option
retain even a minuscule slight
speck, asper any conscious recall
kept alive by family and friends,
who sorrowfully bite
lower lip reminiscing
close curtain calls bloody fight,
sans that brawling night
in Casablanca, or nearly
(Al) most (Gore)d at bullfight.
I Admit it, I let my insecurities over power me..
My insecurities have gotten the best of me..
Not only making me wonder why you’re with me..
But making me think there’s someone better who’ll come along..
They’ve taken the best of me..
Got me questioning Where you’ve been..
Who you’re with..
How long;
& Why?
Got me wanting you home all day,
So I know for sure, its your family you’re with..
& its me you’re talking too..
I admit it,
My insecurities have really gotten the best of me..
Got me wanting to check your phone,
To make sure I’m the only one getting
Goodmorning texts, & Goodnight bby,
Or even “Hey, I’m on the way home”..
They’ve really gotten the best of me..
& I’d apologize, but I just don’t feel like I can do it enough..
I can’t say it won’t happen again,
Cause I know how my insecurities are..
Knowing me, they’ll probably win..
But I admit it..
I’ve let them get the best of me..