Best Fess Poems
I have to confess, as I can't handle the guilt any more.
I ran over Blue Eyed Tom, sweet Mrs Maggie's favorite cat from next door.
It's been 3 months to the day and she believes he is still alive.
I even helped her put up posters, seen her smile with tears in her eyes.
I've decided to go by with some cookies and a bottle of Old Brown Sherry
Explain what I had done and apologise profousely.
But im not going alone as I have a huge surprise
Two little furball kittens with mesmerising blue eyes...
Date:- 14-03-2016
Contest:- Its time to 'fess up
Sponsor:- Lin Lane
Boy you got me messed up
I just wanna fess up
About how I feel about you
And I bet you wanna tooo
How I feel is so true
All I wanna do is be with you
I know its more than a fw
That wanna go with you
But let me be that lucky one
Then I'll light up like the sun
Something I wanna tell you
Is that I wanna be with you
And you know everthing I say is true
So, hopefully you wanna be with me too
Gene Autry, Hopalong
And Tim McCoy
Waved goodby to me
As off into the sunset they go
Wild Bil Elliott, The Lone Ranger
And Tonto were there
As we sat around the campfire
In the night air
Gary Cooper, John Wayne
And Johnny Mack Brown
All of them were serious
Not ones to clown around
Fess Parker, Loren Greene
And James Arness
Knew that next week
We would be their guest
After the movies
We'd rush right home
Get on our horses
And relive the show
But oh how my heart did sing
When Joel McCray
And Vaughn Monroe
Came on the screen
You see all of these men
Were heroes to me
Until that night on the H bar T spread
When I told Billy Beer we would be wed
And That is another story !
Guilty
Temptation so heavenly it's secret I hide
Between linens, other obscure places, I always lie
My heart refuses to relinquish control My pride
To hell I know I'll ride because of the secret I hide inside
I blame myself not having the willpower I’m saying goodbye
My heart yearns for fulfillment with laughter wishing not to cry
I love you, but I harming myself by keeping the lie
I will make my tears dry never letting chocolate touch my lips g r a t i f i e d
3/17/2016
Poetry Contest :It's Time To 'Fess Up -
Sponsored by: Lin Lane
My Apology
Expecting soon my very first child,
huge craving for chocolate I had-
scraped off the fudge from our last eclair.
When I was done- I knew this was bad.
Later, when hubby opened the fridge,
he groaned with wide eyes, sad as can be.
Said I was sorry- with a big smile,
made up with the sweetest kiss from me.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Apology
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 04/30/2019
~4th Place~
Contest: It's Time to 'Fess Up
Sponsor: Lin Lane
Judged: 03/20/2016
When I was a kid, I was an explorer and as an explorer, I explored,
One day I was exploring our neighbors old shed and there she was;
A doll discarded in the junk, and she was beautiful and I just loved her,
When mother asked, "where did you get that doll?" I just lied and smiled.
The years have passed, the pages turned, and now I am an adult,
I would like to apologize to my mother for lying, "Mom, I stole her!"
And to Mrs. Smith, our neighbor, "Mrs. Smith, I apologize for stealing."
To make amends, I will give her away, because, I still have her on a my bed.
But, I lied, she still dwells on my bed . . .
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February 21, 2016
Poetry/Verse/I just lied and smiled
Copyright Protected, ID 16-760-189-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, It's Time To 'Fess Up'
sponsor, Lin Lane
Fifth Place
Sometimes the dialogue I have with my ostrich-like self
drums on the door of the closed minded truth
Rewriting, revising, shoved back on the shelf
life's turbulent reality starts shaking things loose
No matter, how hidden, how deeply they are buried
my conscience determines to shovel them out
The child inside me, denies what is often re-storied
but can't deafen the voice, when reality shouts
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3/17/16
For Contest: It's Time To 'Fess Up
Sponsore: Lin Lane
I love to find an eatery
Which beckons with B.Y.O.B.
For when I’m going out to dine,
It’s nice to bring my favorite wine.
They may assess a corkage fee,
A wont with which I disagree,
But that won’t serve to undermine
The welcome in their grand design.
Yet if I fess up, truthfully,
B.Y.O.B. appeals to me
Because a bottle that is mine
Will likely cost $6.99!
It's Time To 'Fess Up Contest
Sponsor: Lin Lane
I know his biography inside and out and every song he has ever sung,
a singer and songwriter from the Commodores with many awards won.
I “Truly” believe the song “We Are The World” changed the music industry,
yes, I am guilty of having a strange obsession with the famous Lionel Richie!
When I'm “Dancing On The Ceiling”, I can keep going “All Night Long”,
I'm not sure if I have it inside of me to throw away his love songs.
To my body I am sorry for tugging at those ol' heart strings,
but I do believe I can't live without those adoring songs he sings!
Date Written: February 25, 2016
Arrest the one who did this to me
Who slit a whole in my sanity?
Seize the one who left me for dead
Who gave up a seed and fled
When she bled.
Capture the ones who whispered all lies
Who cut down the walls between their two thighs?
Incarcerate the rats who put on a show
Abandoned these angels and never watched them grow.
No one will own up to what they have done
Pools filled with daughters and ditches with sons
No one will fess up to this lost generation
They must reach out their hands to the
Father of all creation.
One day all men will give an account
Fathers please read the Sermon on the Mount
One day your actions that lead children astray
Will cause you dismay
“What will you say?”
What will you say?
What will you say?
On judgment day...
No one will own up to what they have done
Pools filled with daughters and ditches with sons
No one will fess up to this lost generation
Just Reach out your hands to the
Father… of all creation.
By. Sabina Nicole
'Cordin' to ma,
it's spittin' fact wha' she said,
I da sebenth gen from my famous pa Ned
He hated m'chines,
said deh was evil metal beasts
I be da sebenth son of Ludd,
and I believe all dat he preached
Proud am I
ta be a Luddite
I be fightin' da good fight,
standin' 'ginst m'chanical progress
wit all my might
Ma dehn't raise no dummy,
I is no mindless m'chine
I be sebenth gen Luddite,
gon crush dos metal bastards to smit'reens
Proud am I
ta be a Luddite
I be fightin' da good fight
Keep grabbin' dos dumb 'bots by da throat
Doh I do fess my secret sin,
I luv my TV remote
Binging and overindulging with chocolate after a hectic day at work
Eating more than ten fun size chocolate candies without any pause
Risking the glucose levels of blood to rise to a higher unhealthy level
Affecting the progress made with nutrition modification and exercise
Fruits are now an essential element in the daily food requirements
Keeping at bay the sugar cravings that add pounds to the waist
Eating more healthy, the overall health improves dramatically
Achieving a transformed new body and a clean bill of health
For Its Time To Fess Up Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lin Lane
Seventh Place
2-22-16
I long for the end of perverse MAGA malice
Led by the immoral, they are cold and callous
They have caused such disdain
Since Trump's menacing reign
While he sits inside his Mar A Lago palace
How daft the man to assume he owns everything
Documents and White House dishes he chose to sling
Ketchup thrown against the wall,
Trumpty is ready to fall
Shot down by his arrogance. Ow, how that must sting
He's such a libertine, and wickedly corrupt
When not getting his way, his temper will erupt
But now he's gone too far
According to Bill Barr
But Dumpy Trumpty will never ever fess up
I hope he won't have need to don that damned red tie
An orange suit he may not wear, and I'll decry
He should be an inmate
Enemy of each state
And more loathsome than the insect, we call 'fruit fly'
Some of you make fun of Biden's slips due to age
I prefer that man to an ogre filled with rage
One who defies the law
has a deep-seated flaw...
The Republican elephant on a rampage
Oh say, people, please tell me why you cannot see
how politician's lies have become so beastly
Don't bite Trump's baited hook
Stop believing that crook
He's the cause of conflicts on a family tree
In the midst of the raging waves,
they watched her gulp the callous cunning darts.
Her crumbly heart cruelly impaled; the fate that enslaves.
So fondly she’d mask the marks.
Her soul would ache and bleed from life’s glaives.
She cried an ocean for redemption from a life perpetually stark.
In desperation, the rope ends it.
With stigma the chums looked in utter scorn,
and nattered her solitary life she so drowned in.
As a jest they’d laugh it off and know not the pain borne.
Options to content would be the faster poison to kick in.
The jeer and tough love, be strong. Would suicide suborn?
Yet blithely a random word alienates, even with the kin.
The loop finally tightens round the neck.
With croc tears the mates flock to condole.
“If this message would reach Mary in heaven;
life lost so young—” all will strive to console.
For what? She writhed in pain and longed for a haven,
but scornfully, her soul you shunned like a rotten pole.
Her tombstone, now a patch-spot for a raven.
World’s cold shoulders soaked in her silent tears.
Be chaste, fair-weather friend, lest you atone.
Religion and priests you’ve scorned,
while the vain fanes of pretense you adorn.
In exalted hallow worship, you plead with Him
to remold the hearts of clay to vessels of honor.
Yet in your hearts of tin you curse and vilify—
you thought it was an act and left her marooned.
For remaining Mary, my soul cries to you.
Blinded by constant flopped success.
For the media, it’d hurt not to leave a cue.
Live the sacred life, gifted as a princess.
And flout their nonsensical bleats of an ewe.
I’ll wait on the podium for a fess.
It’s never the end—you’ll ever chew the bitter pill.
Many scripture passages have set the tones
Yet Isaiah 57:5, Acts 17:28, Psalm 139:7 and Exodus 33:14 are letting it be known
Jesus presence is felt everywhere
It is something beyond compare
You just have to understand from where
Jesus spirit can be felt from where anybody can be
This is something for the unbeliever to explore and see
Jesus moves all around us
Yet unbelievers often wonder what is all the fess
Blessing, praise, Holy Spirit and preaching’s
But what the unbeliever doesn’t understand, it is preaching being the many teachings
The unbeliever will convert to untrusting world
But won’t let Jesus move within being blessings that swirl
The unbeliever thinks sins is where it is at
But Jesus refers to the bible and we must look back
Sin is a way of death
It’s the desire to change
It’s the Holy Spirit that will rearrange
You must be “BORN AGAIN”
A new enriched beginning until the end
A new Christian from being an unbeliever living from when
The walk with Jesus with a journey that will begin
Jesus doesn’t want anyone to remain in sin
The unbeliever will be living short time on thin
Jesus is definitely the way
There are no further words that I need to say
My encouraging words to you, “God please have your own way”
Jesus automatic response being ok
I pray unto you
It is all praises that’s due.