Excuses Poems

No more excuses

Who are you
to stand in my way?

Step aside ~
I'm here ready to
claim my birthright.



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All i need is an escape

Who knew you were an ammunition, 
A camouflage with a malice!
I'm still numb from the revelation
No matter how much I try 
I'm afraid that I might risk walking the path 
that killed all my dreams I'd reinforced spellbound by your lies!
I'm locked in your cellar 
For the crime of conviction
In the castle you built 
And

The mistress of excuses

A charley horse is killing me, so I am dragging my left foot
I cannot meet for lunch, for my face is full of dirty soot
I am limping a little thanks to a torn meniscus on my knee
You will have to have your church tea without little ole me

Arthritis is crippling my fingers, so I cannot

Our Excuses Will Condemn Us One Day

I hung out on six avenue and they teased me all the time.
Saying you're afraid of you mom, but I was more afraid of crime.
I found myself sometimes, doing things to just get along.
That's what we do, blame others, when it's us that's doing wrong.
I see young men on street corners, hustling to make a

Do not make excuses

Do not blame me for all your failures,
Do not make excuses.
Don’t overlook others.
Those who blame others
Will never grasp lofty dreams!

You alone own your destiny,
Dreams cannot be reached by the hesitant.
You alone are responsible for everything,
For not finding a way out of difficulties.

If you don’t ponder on reaching your dreams,
Are others truly to blame for this?
When

Excuses

Your excuses are cut deep into me,
Every word, a wound on my skin,
They bleed but do not kill,
They weep but do not cry,
I watch myself losing you,
Losing my grip, finger by finger,
With every lie from your mouth,
With every excuse,
They say destiny decides who live or die,
But you choose my death,
A living corpse,
A hollow soul,
They were

The Weight Of Excuses

Strict parents taught her how to survive,
To navigate life with lies she loathed to tell.
She crafted a list, excuses for every misstep,
Because the truth felt like a risk she couldn’t take.

Sometimes, she wielded honesty—
A rare, deliberate shield against blame.

But since leaving home, she’s forgotten that art.
Her list, once a lifeline, now defends others’ absences.
“They must’ve

Yes, I know

It’s really quite hard
I was dealt a bad hand
Nothing written in the cards
And I don’t have a plan

I couldn’t make this up
I couldn’t if I tried
I guess this is the point
That I’m at in my life

I’m batting for first base
And I’m back at square one
Always end up in this place
When I think that I’m done

I’m

The fine art of making excuses

The fine art of making excuses

which achievement, deportment,
endorsement, and indictment
(more serious than rigging an election)
jump/kickstarts (a divine comedy of errors)
not reason enough
to be deported),
but necessitates more than a facile effort
linkedin to a working knowledge
of familial genetics ofttimes

discovering, revealing, and unearthing
locked up figurative ghosts in the closet,
and/or shocking insights
courtesy vis a vis mapping lineage
of descendents whose

Excuses for Particular Uses

     Pardon me, is that your toe 
        I just had nowhere else to go

     Excuse me, ma’am, I lost my footing
        That’s why your dress is full of pudding

   

Mama's Excuses Do Son no Favor

Mama 
Excuse
Smooth talker
Jurisdiction
Bamboozles school
Now he’s eighteen
Consequence
Jail
Time

Quit Blaming The Innocent Victims

Keep on blaming and cheating
It is annoying, and disgusting
You always have an excuse
You always want to amuse
Keep on criticizing
Keep on castigating
Put your conscience in the mirror
If you can find it. Check the corridor
To see if it is not running away from you
Pay all debts that are due and overdue
Put up
Or shut up
Slavery is over. Racist

Excuses For When I Cannot Stop Reading My Novel

Sometimes I wonder...
do the book characters wait
anticipating--

Till I keep reading...
do they feel abandoned, stuck
deep in dilemmas

Dependent on me--
like "Neverending Story"
(have you read/ seen that?)

Hurricane Lee

They say we’ll get a hurricane,
that they’re calling hurricane Lee.
Probably later this week,
and it’s a category 9 at least.

Some are saying prayers, but I say:
Why’s God sending it here?
Someone must be sinning a LOT.
Hey, don’t look at me - I’m not.

You’d think that would affect our classes,
that maybe we’d get hazzard passes,
for assignments that are

God, I Make No Excuses

I sojourn this life with a searchlight of doubt,
a walking stick of learning borrowed from past,
I limp my way through like one with painful gout,
deep darkness is blinding, progress is not fast! 

such trail has been walked by many before,
through puddles of deceit, evil and cunning,
these routes are harsh, human challenges many more,
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