Best Admittance Poems
a gentle dew drop
slides softly down the petal
awaits admittance
Categories:
admittance, nature
Form:
Haiku
Nurse: Briefly describe your pain
Me: Ouch
Nurse: On a scale from 1 to 10, how would you rate your pain?
Me: I dunno...where's your scale?
Nurse: No, no sir, on a scale...
Me: Okay!...180 butt-naked
Nurse: When was the last time you had a physical exam?
Me: Well, me and this lady went out the other night...
Nurse: We'll need a stool sample
Me: YOUR stool or my stool? I'll need a saw...
Nurse: We'll need to do some lab work
Me: I understand, it's hard to keep good help isn't it?
Nurse: Do you have a history of suicide?
Me: Umm...
Nurse: Are you having trouble urinating?
Me: Just a sec...nope, no problem here
Nurse: Sh-t!
Me: Just a sec...nope, no problem here
Nurse: Son of a...How many fingers am I holding up??
Me: Aha!...One in the middle and four bent ones, right?
Nurse: I swear to G... Sign this freekin' admittance form!
Me: Uh uh!...I deny the whole thing...
Nurse: (Sigh) Are you allergic to anything?
Me: Hospitals...
Categories:
admittance, angst, funny, health,
Form:
Light Verse
A story in The Times about
Admittance into clubs
Discussed the people who’d get in –
No luck for average schlubs.
You have to dress in certain clothes
And have the right cachet;
If not, you’ll not get past the rope,
No matter what you say.
What really got to me the most,
Describing women’s dress,
Was mentioning the shoes they’d need
To guarantee success.
Of course, they must be “Christians” -
That’s Louboutins, soled in red;
Or else Manolo Blahniks
May be strutted in, instead.
In either case, the shoes should have
No less than five-inch heels!
I wonder if the bouncer at the club
Knows how that feels.
‘Cause even in my younger days,
When cool styles I’d embrace,
If I wore five-inch heels, I’d end up
Flat upon my face!
I hate the whole idea of clubs
Where bouncers pick and choose
The patrons they’ll allow inside –
Based solely on their shoes!
Categories:
admittance, social,
Form:
Rhyme
Heraclitus!
Can we never step in the
Same water twice?
For other waters are forever
Flowing onto us!
I try to think of ways to
Cheat your wisdom.
What if the waters are frozen?
Surely then I can keep what
I never want to lose?
But a frozen stream like
An icy soul denies
And bars admittance.
Were they only dreams?
Things already past!
Nothing endures but change
You say? Then tell me man
Why ever pain; seems the only
One to stay?
Categories:
admittance, passion
Form:
Free verse
Two spirits of passions
From ever separating worlds
Watching and hoping with intensity
Drifting on winds of nowhere
Tracings of comfort and familiarity
Fearing the change that arrives with risk
Ignoring pangs in exchanges of nothings
Yet there exists a sweet fervor between them
That unyielding thirst of eternal desiccation
Two souls of this fiery desire
From existence so indistinct
On parallel journeys reaching for the one another
Admittance revering nature’s truth
Building intensities more than either cares to confess
Each wanting to stake all for a chance…silence prevailing
Passing the eons of eternities boundaries
No end in sight of this voiceless duel of pride
Begging inside to grapple the moment before it passes
Two spirits of passion
From ever separating worlds
If to chance a moment’s gaze to see that they truly are one
Categories:
admittance, hope, imagination, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
We are all aware of the season
Politicians give us good reason
To be happy we still have choices
And bark in our hunting dog voices
This year is like the rest
All from different nests
Somewhat similar attacks
Groupie pundits pushin' the pack
Donning my helpful glasses
Suddenly nothing but asses
In their eyes they see perfection
"I'm stoked about this election!"
"The Donald,"what can you say
A billionaire's ass on display
He eats with a golden spoon
While immigrants clean his room
"Let's put up a wall"
Charge admittance to my shopping mall
Take a part of the gate
And be richer when I skate
On the trail of old Ted Cruz
A poet's first thought is lose
But things from Texas grow bigger
Including the size of their chiggers
I digress, I'll drop the sarcasm
Before my bowels have a spasm
Ol poemdog says this trails cold
He's under 30% in the polls
A synonym of donkey is ass
Below Hillary's I see brass
Most likely a federal criminal
Wearing pant suits is so seminal
But ol Bill is her advisor
Which makes her none the wiser
Ol poemdog just won't tell
Exactly what he smells
Now ol Bernie he smells fresh
But honestly he won't mesh
If I follow the trail of this scent
I can live off of the government
If I wanted to live socialistic
I'd give the realm another statistic
I guess fresh would be the right word
Ol Bernie smells like a turd
Well Ol poemdog loves a chase
And I'm at the tail of this race
The smells affecting my vision
Another crappy decision
an original poem by the "Poemdog"
Categories:
admittance, funny, humor, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Slow Dancing the Past
by Odin Roark
Shadows of yesterday frozen
Even as high noon’s blazing heat
Seems never to pass
Fixed sturdy upon Nature’s ties
Once shiny rails
Hard driven spikes
Forward movement changed
In mind’s imploding delirium
From behind
Memoir nudges our sway
Reluctantly we swing
Along bedrock now exposed
Arresting our attention
Wildness carries forth endless existence
Prickly sumac and hobo milkweed
Bathe in the swirling dust of perpetuity
As a Monarch’s wings tuck
Taking refuge beneath rock
Where the snake’s watchful eye
Bids patience
All around
Admittance dictates
Real life’s Iron Horse long gone
Even though
Journey’s seduction
Fantasy
Dreams
Delusions
Remains always ahead
Waiting inside more transition tunnels
As youth walking the tracks
We saw the tunnel as mystery
Adventure beckoning
Threatening darkness
Where simple unease
Made exiting
Peeking light
At carving’s end
Time passed
Passageways continued
Beckoning our courage
Tracks of all sorts
Lead to choosing
Pondering
Decision
Endurance
Some of us ambled
Others jetted through
Even fewer stared
At risk’s pure darkness
Imagined finality
And then…
Some of us sat
Taking up the gentle amity
Of sumac’s brambly aliveness
Milkweed’s sharing promise
Monarch’s trusting beauty
The serpent’s eye winks
We smile at it all
As memories slow dance the past
Reflecting off our bygone rails
Categories:
admittance, memory, endurance,
Form:
Free verse
I believe in myself, the greatest I
Ambitious and artistic in every agenda
My ability grows high yet I lay medium
Destiny that I am born for is already designed
Even though I admire my admittance
Serving with pride is my priority to success
The challenges I face strengthen my talent
I believe that one success will Di and Tri
Nothing can stop me because i am forever green
Energy that i have gives nothing but perseverance
Destined but not determined to demand
For I know that my creativity is what I am proud of
Off the limit my ability gives me courage to do
Reality is that I am born to go greater
Greatness is the passion that gives me everything
Repetition of my failure grows me even greater
Even when I am down I still feel the best I deserve
After all perseverance is on the list of my agenda
Trials and tribulations are what give me height
Nevertheless when the pain hit me more often
Enthusiasm is the only essence of my excellence
Success is the song i sing for greatness
Slogan that i pride myself when reaching my goals.
Categories:
admittance, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
ABC
Is your name written in the Lamb's Book of Life?
And do you possess the Golden Key unlocking everlasting life?
Have your sins been washed white as snow by the Blood of the Lamb?
Have you instead decided you want to perish in your sins?
Will you been satisfied to have Jesus Christ pay your sins debt in full?
By accepting his free pardoning gift of everlasting life?
Have you made your final decision to accept Jesus Christ
as both Lord and Savior of your life?
When the roll call is made up yonder will your name be written there? Will you decide to lose your mind and your everlasting destiny by being left behind? Have you decided to remain spiritually blind? The Lamb's Book of Life is your everlasting security. You are unable to buy the stairway to heaven by perishable silver and gold. There money is worthless when it comes to your everlasting soul's security. When Jesus Christ has already paid the ultimate price, by sacrificing his precious blood on Calvary's tree.
The everlasting price for your soul's destinies have all ready been paid in full. By grace you have been saved, not by works least any man (or woman) should boast. Good deeds and honorable deeds will not earn you admittance into the heavenly portals. God the Father gave you his most precious gift, his only begotten Son Jesus Christ!
Why not make certain your name is written in the Lamb's Book of Life? Do not wait until tomorrow, "It is appointed unto man (and woman) once to die and after that the judgement." You may not have another opportunity to ensure the safety of your eternal destiny!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 54/ October Country
November 12, 2017
May 12, 2021 edited
Categories:
admittance, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
coping just for a purpose
rusting revealing the truth
a new coat of paint never helps
however i become emotionally addicted
i remember when smiles on four walls was the art we chose
when the foundation of the paint weakened with time, so did the symbolism of our love
we became antiheroes in the form of thematic failure
we allowed that to be our smiling front and our welcoming back
we never asked forgiveness for we knew not the particular definition
we were liars without admittance to admitting
as a result, we aged at a more rapid pace
genetics defied us, but we too were defiant by unified choice
God has a way of structuring by way of emphatic emphasis
nevertheless we let the devil break through....therefore becoming unfortunate pockmarked examples
Categories:
admittance, sad love,
Form:
Free verse
Cruel Lessons
I shudder when I ponder on my youth
Of careless choices made in haughty haste--
Forgotten pals that had no use for truth
But gloried in their greed and disregarded waste.
There is no way to rectify my thoughtless sin
No way undo the heartless words I often spoke--
Admittance of my vice may sway a younger kin
Avoid the road, avoid the booze or toke--
But life demands each youth to learn thru pain
Which prances through our secret longing dreams--
Thus caution kindly meant is lost in vain
Youth encaptured by tech-no dramatic schemes—
We’ve forgotten how to speak our hearts
Although, at times, we do our best
Invite young friends to have a meal--
But cannot find our techno guests
So lost without a phone--
Dodge looking eye to eye--
Our guests are living in a “Zone”--
The moment to advise has passed us b.y
How cruel it is to face the painful fact
There is no relief of dark despair
Each one of us cannot turn back--
Must learn from life—but try advice to share.
V Anderson-Throop 2013 ©
Categories:
admittance, life,
Form:
Couplet
I liked its comforting and quiet
Enclosure from the time and rain
Designed to be impossible to sleep in
(Some vagrant friends reported miseries)
Shutting out the rest of the world
It became a space for answers
A sea-shell or confessional
Calming the small change of your soul
Adored no less by travellers
No doubt for its already ancient
Novelty it would not admit
The weak or infirm to its secrets
And such room inside limited
Admittance or forced proximity
Upon us if we shared a call.
Revered by Mum and Dad as
One familiar part of modern living
To me unvalued then missed
As a lost limb when it was gone.
Categories:
admittance, change, england, social, travel,
Form:
Blank verse
Stacked with books, assiduity elsewhere
Exams knocking at hand
Yet the Friday get-go
And final cut buff.
Night at sea and morning sloth
The evening prowl and buddy talkies
Escaped tuition and soul mate bask
Brainsick few moments
Ended with a break up.
Hearsays then bared
Eyes filled up and a hebdomad hush.
So called a fresh beginning
They say it agone.
Acquaintances befalls
Yet the same story echoes.
Admittance time and outcome appraised
Enough with bailiwicks, now the time to revel.
Late night parties and dearly-won snooze
Weekdays lessons and awaited weekend multiplex.
A secret dope and babbling out,
Desktop eroticas and tormented psyche
Fags anarchic and creative smokes
Bohemian lifestyle
But forthcoming ruination.
A sudden consequence and fledged days
Thousand and one nights
Of a student’s time of life.
Categories:
admittance, allegory, schooltime, time,
Form:
Bio
This poem is not meant to be a speech nor is it written to offend or give anyone blame.
It just a mere observation of how today leaders choose to bring civilasation back into the slave trade.
What a confusion of misconception when one term is mistaken in conversation.
Horrors of slavery now waterdowned for modernization.
Underpaid abuse workers identified as no different from mass excavation from African nations.
How can slavery still exist when slaves broke the law back then.
And now modern slaves can use the law to protect them
Still we debate how to eradicate slavery.
Without the admittance of our desrire for more for less
Still we debate, but not on how propaganda can work for our interest.
How can shackles and chains, branded and slained
Be compared to smuggle and threatened, low pay and mistreated.
Imagine generations of babies born into slavery with no prospect of ever knowing anything different
Imagine seeking refuge, better life but being tricked into cheap labour.
Absolute sub human bondage that we wont tolerate for our wildest of wildlife
Force to work long hours with minimum pay so stakeholders can get their share.
Cotton picker slaves, plantation slaves, breeding slaves, game slaves under institutions designed to seek maximum gained whilst inflicting maximum pain.
Started out seeking refuge and a better life but conned into taking a different path of trouble and strife.
Sold to the highest bidder in auction houses, record kept for compensation and ownership.
Smuggle underground,whilst living next door in total hardship.
Nowadays, topic,how to end modern day slavery.
Back then was how to universaly enforce it.
Nowadays slavery,redemption and even compensation.
Back then not even criminalization only normalisation.
Slavery means seveitude multiply by desititute then magnify it by four hundred years equals privileges with blood stain riches.
Exploitations means, starting with gratitude trick into solitude minus Non Gratis equals affordability without resposibility.
Please stop trying to rewrite history with mystery
Inorder to patronized your higher devious morality.
Categories:
admittance, abuse, africa, betrayal, black
Form:
Free verse
A day of prayer and fasting
To show the Lord our love is everlasting
We promise to sacrifice a luxury or a pleasure during Lent
It is forty days well spent
We will not partake in what we sacrifice until Eastertide
Hold on, we are in for a ride
From burning palm branches from the previous Palm Sunday
We repent and pray
With a cross on our forehead
As the Bible has aforesaid
Used as an external sign of repentance
And our hope for heaven admittance
Now comes the true test
Are you ready for the rest?
This is not a time to sacrifice something easy
For that would be meaningless and sleazy
Lent is meant to show God we repent our sins
For this is where forgiveness begins
If you are a smoker, give up smoking
Be thought provoking
If your pleasure is alcohol
Make sure you get a round before last call
Fasting is commonplace on various days of Lent
And should not be bent
For it symbolizes Jesus’ fasting in the wild before spreading His gospel
This includes many religions but one is not Pentecostal
Roman Catholics also abstain from meat
Vegetarians will surely not cheat
Do not get ashes from an urn
Remember that you are dust, and unto dust you shall return
Categories:
admittance, april, bible, devotion, easter,
Form:
Rhyme