Best Excerpts Poems
I want to know where love is". Where have you been looking?
"Love will turn you around". How do you know?
"You want twice, three times ah lady". Wow, I want that many lol.
"I remember how you love me". You'd better haha.
"Baby, I want you". How much do you want me? lol
"Hey, you got to hide your love away". Why? You got to?
"You are everything and everything is you". Lol, really?
"I never dream that I need somebody like you". Do you dream of anything else? haha
"When I need you, just close my eyes then I am with you". Okay okay I have too much of this
I think I will stop for now. All these dreamy songs are putting me to sleep. Good night.
Categories:
excerpts, faith, fun, funny,
Form:
Free verse
"You pack in the morning"
Leaving again?
"Come stop your crying now"
Who's crying?
"From this day on"
Are you sure?
"You just call of my name"
Oh yeah? "All you have to do is call"
Okay. "You got a friend". Goodie.
"Nobody does it better"
Are you sure about that?
"Nobody does it half as good as you"
Where's the rest?
"I would do anything". Okay, let's see now, lol
"Don't you know it's true?". I'll see.
"It's lying here somewhere". Okay, I'll look for it.
In the mean time you keep looking too, haha.
Between both of us, we'll find it.
Dada dada
"Do it again". Ah, I don't know about that.
"Say I love you". Must I? lol
"You look inside my fantasy". Do you now?
I don't know what you see in there but it ain't pretty. Haha just kidding
I think I'll stop now
Will catch you next time lol
Categories:
excerpts, faith, funny, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Wind billowing through a rolling cornfield
Far from the city lights
Formations of silver grey clouds
Billowing through a dark sky
Competing against each other
Rows of tall trees standing to attention
Silhouetted against a low horizon
As wisps of smoke drifts up from a
Bleak ancient farmhouse in the foreground
Surrounded by dilapidated fencing
Daylight now failing as evening’s shadow
Begin to casts its silky smooth cape
Tentatively over a tranquil landscape
We sit in the car at the side of the road
And kiss
Categories:
excerpts, first love,
Form:
Quatrain
From The Lost Book of Tuberlantis
(Translated from the Spudscrit by The Potato of Terror)
Retrieved Passage 1:
Prologue
Many leagues beneath the sea
where the flat-winged sloth skate flies
lie the million fossil eyes
of Tuberlantis: drowned city.
There tuber groovers, bright and bold
who once cross-dressed for star-crossed love
lie prone while freight ships pass above
they sleep in silt, like buried gold.
For all the laughter and the beers,
the long-lost camp, the gaiety
for buried lives of mystery
we weep for them, and droop our ears.
And Oh! The laugh like cackling loons
And Ah! The whip that downward swings
upon the tuber's broken wings
and scattered crumbs of macaroons.
Here lie the pages of a sage
who fought against becoming mad
who wrote the only thoughts he had
through fizzing fits and gnashing rage.
Retrieved Passage 2:
The Book of Days
They said to him it was unwise
it could not be pushed in that way
he nodded back, rolling his eyes
and went and pushed it anyway
The tubers all were sore dismayed
at such repentless recklessness
with such a coarse tool as a spade
by a King Edward in a dress
They hauled him to a prison cell
they made him eat cold plates of tripe
and pick oakum, in that dark hell
where budding criminals turn ripe
and so he wrote a Book of Days
to chronicle his suffering
with stolen ink and icing glaze
amid great huffs and muttering
he wrote it all on bedding sheets
and anything that came to hand
he hid it in his trouser pleats
hoping the world would understand
an erring artist's vanity
and descent into wicked ways
the slow collapse of sanity
that gave birth to The Book of Days.
Categories:
excerpts, crazy, gothic, humorous,
Form:
Ballad
“Driving by your house”
So you are checking out my house
“I wonder if it was a dream”
Yes it was
“All I need is a little loving tonight”
Is that all you need? Lol
“Give me one reason to stay here”
Just one?
“Be careful of what you do”
Aren’t you?
“Remember you always think twice”
Lol, are you sure you can do that?
“If I fall for you, I will never recover”
Haha you can bet on that
“You take all of it wrong baby”
Oh yeah? How close am I?
“Sorry I don’t understand where all of this coming from”
You’ve been sleeping?
“Then I see you baby, everything is alright”
That’s better, lol
Are you sure you can handle it now?
Ohh I just love these songs
They are just too funny
“Have I told you lately that I love you?”
No but it’s not going to help
If you are in trouble
You are in trouble buddy
Anyway, I’ll leave for now
I will continue to poke fun at these
As it gives me pleasure to do so
“With or without you
I can’t live with or without you”
Make up your mind
I got to go
Okay here I go, lol
Categories:
excerpts, faith, fun, funny, giggle,
Form:
Free verse
Okay I’ll continue
“You belong with me”
I am still here
“The world’s crashing down”
Who is going to catch it?
“Looking for yourself out there?”
Let me know if you find it
Would love to help ya
“Time can never mend”
Would one know?
I am writing these as I listen to the music
And I find it too funny
“Stay with me because you are all I need”
Are you sure?
Am I all you need?
Haha
Oh my gosh, I just found these songs too funny
“You’ll be on my mind forever”
Really? You live that long?
“Something has to make you run”
Lol, wonder what
“So you get your head in the cloud”
Wonder how you did that
“People say crazy things”
Oh you just now know that?
“I’m never going to look back”
Are you sure?
“Don’t think you know what you are saying”
I know exactly what I am saying
Don’t know what you know but I know
“I know what you are thinking”
Lol you don’t know what I am thinking
I can tell you that much
“Woman you want me give me a sign”
Do you want a banner?
Won’t know if it hits you
Would you care for more?
You have to tune in and listen for yourself
They are too outrageous
I am surprised that no one makes fun of them before
Do now
Categories:
excerpts, faith, fun, funny, giggle,
Form:
Free verse
"You got your hand on my back pocket"
What do I want in there?
"I got your picture". Yeah, take a good look at it.
"Hold on to me". Where do you want me to hang onto?
"I said I won't tease you". I didn't say that.
" And I ran. I ran so far away". Don't stop lol.
"I still haven't found what I'm looking for?". Wow, what is that that you're
looking for?
"Something's telling me it might be you". So you are saying you don't know it?
"I got so much more than I get". Do you now?
"You turn me good". How many sides do you have? lol
That's about it for now
I will do this from time to time
when the mood hits me
Until then, rocking
Categories:
excerpts, faith, fun, giggle,
Form:
Free verse
Retrieved Passage 6:
From The Book of Days - The Cellar
Don't send me down to the cellar
I swear I won't do it again
lest my sanity goes inter-stellar
and I beat myself senseless in vain
Don't send me down to the cellar
there are things there that scuttle and crawl
there are gnomes there that sing a capella
and an evil old troll in a shawl
There are heebies and jeebies aplenty
who leave trails of slime on the stairs
and their brains are undoubtedly empty
and their long arms have unsightly hairs
So leave me my cape and umbrella
and my half-eaten poems of woe
don't send me down to the cellar
nurse, not again, let me go!
Retrieved Passage 7:
Overboard
"Potato Overboard!"
Came the loud mid-shipman's cry
the Potato King had fallen in
we hung him out to dry
dangling from the mainsail mast
festooned with swaying weeds
it cured his hangover quite fast
it usually succeeds
"Oh Your Majesty"
said his fair queen, in dismay
the gulls had eaten both his socks
and took his wig away
he was a spud of rangy height
wall-eyed, with lantern jaw
but now he was a sorry sight
as many times before.
"Potato Overboard"
was a common cry, those days
We never cured His Majesty
of rabid dipso ways
he would fall into bouillabaise
cow troughs, and out of ships
and always buy up hard liquor
on foreign shopping trips.
Retrieved Passage 8:
The Hour of Cool is Nigh
I came to chill
I came to mellow down
I came to groove about in a yellow gown
hey man, I want to shimmy like a yak
this is the hour I have my cool attack
I came to chill
I came to croon for lurrve
I came to give coolness a helping shove
hey maestro, hit the bass and timpany
this is the funk hour, in the Name of Me
Dressed to thrill
I came to chill this town
to say "one has to get up to get down"
I came to watch the bumble bees go by
hey give it up, the Hour of Cool is nigh.
Categories:
excerpts, crazy, deep, gothic, humor,
Form:
Ballad
Retrieved Passage 3:
From The Book of Days, Sonnet 2
For Lo! I must relate this tome to you
who gather here to listen and believe
to tell the story I believe is true
before my sanity (BARK!) takes its leave.
The Spuds in Exile traversed the terrain
wearing long dresses of the fine-spun silk
all travelling by sedan car and train
with their bright ears fresh-bathed in llama milk
and (UUUURRRGGHHH!!) such necklaces as seldom seen
made of gold-plated prunes and aubergines
graced the neck-less heads of brown and green
of these arcane potato libertines.
And (WOOF!) soon you must go and leave me here
for my time of insanity is near.
Retrieved Passage 4:
A Running Transformathon
Mutation comes: hair after little spiny hair
appears on palms and small akimbo knees
and he is wont to don dark leather underwear
and mumble backwards in dour blasphemies
The beer flows, the cape swirls, the spud appears
grinning like a satyr in the dark
with twin horns standing up like stabbing tuber spears
he's poised to lope and gibber in the park
Mutation comes: the cycle goes and comes again
when the moon's bright halo lights the sky
the spud goes skinny-dancing at your window pane
and howls along with every mad dog's cry.
Retrieved Passage 5:
Revenge of The Jelly Men
I dreamed a dream,
screamed a scream,
a vocal vent of pain:
the Jelly Men are coming
to find me here again!
They are coming slow and stealthy,
they are coming with blancmange,
they are coming back to pelt me
with a stale Victoria sponge.
I see the day
fade away
to all-consuming black;
the Jelly Men are coming
in dark, deadly attack!
with their moaning and their howling
and their teeth fiercely displayed,
and their custard dogs slow-prowling
in the sleepless, shifting shade.
A sound of drums,
the tyrant comes,
on legs covered in hair!
The Jelly Men are coming
with their dark, demented stare!
I will lash them with strong cable,
I will fight them fearlessly,
I am here under the table
merely out of strategy.
Categories:
excerpts, culture, gothic, humor, humorous,
Form:
Ballad
The memory of his love echoes in heavens distant sky.
Today is a fractured remembrance of afternoons of forgotten sighs and mindless
love.
Flawed dreams are bottled up in my heart, and the tears of love will never end..
My longing for the past draws me to the beach. I miss him and that feeling inside
my being.
I remember our summer nights. Something sentimental remains firm in my
heart.
Now I fear I am alone.
If he would only speak to me.
That wild romance put the sun in my desire for him.
We drank the delicious wines of desire and avoided the years between us.
Together we danced harmoniously to the beat of deceit, both pretending to hear
the words.
Despite his desire to disregard the past, he captured my love and ended the pain.
His empty words found the blanks in my heart. My senseless desire for his
useless love
left me a victim.
His refreshingly touching passion was once a very exhilarating touch of reality.
But love ceased to live without words.
My desire was to be dancing to the universes end while kissing and laughing
with my love.
We huddled defenselessly behind our lonely hearts. The sighs of love and
desire were silenced.
We couldn’t hold on to our changing love, fully realizing the frustration
that it was hopelessly over.
My desire for him seemed to slip into my dreams of how dear love was between
us.
The wounds from winters pleasure were erased from within by soft rains
of peaceful memories of his tender love.
Morning tears were everywhere. They came to try to end the troubles between us
and our hearts.
The sunlight etched deep words in the window of my lonely soul and the tears
returned.
The years went away. Still I was wishing that I could just throw away the
memories of him found there inside.
Copyright: January 25, 2006
Categories:
excerpts, happiness, lost love, passion,
Form:
This is a continuation of an explanation I started at the end of The Liars Club post. So, to wrap this up I guess. The two complaints against the lawyer and the psychiatrist were promptly dismissed. BUT, the complaint against the therapist with the board of social workers in Minnesota is still pending. :/ Yeah, I know. Long time with no conclusion. I have pretty much given up on that. But they still send me a notice from time to time telling me that my case is still to be considered and that these things take time. Yeah? Whateva. :) So, I hope you can see the reality of all of this because it is my reputation on the line. I'm going to ask you. Have none of you ever had this kind of hurtful thought enter your mind in passing? If you say you haven't, then I truly have to wonder if you're being honest with yourself. Yes, that's an awful thought. But, that's the point people. It was just a thought. I hope you can see me in the light in which I tried to convey this episode in my life. I had to go in front of a board of directors at one of the temporary hospitals they put me in after the 2 month stay at the mental health unit. And tell my story about the intention vs just a thought before they would let me go. And that is why they let me go and they also wrote a memo in my file that they concurred with me about the situation. Whew! I hope if you've read this you can see a bit of my side. I'm sure there will be some who just don't give much credence to my side and will defend her reasoning for doing what she did. But she did more damage than she did good. Except for the fact that she probably saved my life. But then she screwed it up pretty good too. I can only imagine all the people my old girl friend has told about this. As she is quite social, and as you know, people love a good piece of gossip. Thanks for reading if you still are. This was actually pretty cathartic for me. Love Leslie.
Note: Dear reader, I wrote the Chrysalis to announce that I am 61 yr's old and I am transitioning Male to Female. Does this matter in this past occurrence. Only in so much as I was presenting and was known as Robert then, not Leslie. I'm still in need of changing my name legally. <3
Categories:
excerpts, how i feel, mental
Form:
Free verse
Deep down I think you know -
This is where I draw the line -
So I won’t be long I promise -
But feel free to chop or change -
Something, anything about this -
But are you sure you’re ready?
Categories:
excerpts, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
Excerpts from the compilation, “Prayer” 13.
Connected! and Gratitude.
I wish that we can really, deeply understand
That we ARE Connected!
And Inextricably Dependant on each other,
And then,
It is harder to forget to appreciate and thank
The foreign and anonymous toilet cleaner in the station,
Or the far away, underpaid, undernourished Factory worker
(In places with names we can’t even pronounce),
Who assemble our newest mobile devices
And shiny laptops,
And oh so cheap and fashionable clothes
And pretty new shoes.
Or the farmers and millions of impoverished humans
Who provide our daily food,
Working in the fields till they collapse in the burning sun.
The overworked and stressed Doctors, Nurses and hospital workers
That are there day and night in our emergencies.
And millions of so called “underdogs” and invisibles
That fulfil our constant needs, desire and wants.
Especially the ones that regularly risk their lives
So that we can feel safe, secure and comfortable.
Can we open our minds and hearts?
For the innocent Children
And the countless victims of (stupid) wars,
That, because they just happened to be
In the wrong place at the wrong time,
Or that they are the wrong colour, race or religion,
Lose their jobs, homes, friends and families
And have nowhere to go where they too can feel safe?
And instead of us being afraid
That we will never have enough
And instead of being envious, suspicious
And fighting each other:
I wish that we practice and nurture Gratitude,
For all we have and receive
From the Earth
And each other,
Yesterday, today and tomorrow.
© Sangeet Portals 2020
Categories:
excerpts, blessing, courage, devotion, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
I wish that we can completely understand
That the idea, belief and emotion of “shame”,
Does not belong in any being or any society.
And even the smallest traces and its poisonous effects
could simply vanish forever -
Out of our bodies, nervous systems, our hearts and heads.
Shame has also no place
In any religion!
And any God or self-righteous, holy leader
That uses shame in any way
Have sadly
probably never experienced
Or utterly forgotten,
How it feels
To be a cherished Son or Daughter,
Because no loving Father or Mother
Could consciously give such a toxic gift.
History will show
That the majority of the monstrous tyrants, dictators and leaders
Were deeply shamed as children.
And if we want complete healing
For ourselves and our Earth
This “shameful” and violent word
Should instantly and magically disappear
From our religious books, schools,
films and media, dictionaries and vocabularies.
© Sangeet Portals 2020
Categories:
excerpts, anger, beauty, blessing, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
He was different and dangerous. I knew this habit I had was seeking the unknown, the completely unsafe. I wanted to dig deep in the dark, but I guess that's what hooked me to the very glimpse of him, and it drove me crazy. He just drives me crazy.
Those eyes he has just attracts my soul with there warmth an once I got lost in them, there was no way out. They began turnin' so cold, almost like they were keepin' secrets from me, but those eyes just kept pullin' me in.
Harder and harder, just makin' me want more. It just happened without words being muttered by his lips. He became a challenge. He was a silent demand just daring me to come near. He was tempting me with his vapor like love and it drove me insanely mad.
My sanity was forgotten, I forgot how to breathe since he came around, but I'll never forget the night his eyes grew darker, the way he said my name, and how he smiled with his mesmerizing laugh. His heart a melody.
I knew he was bad for me. In fact, he became the death of me, but dying a hero just wasn't in the cards I was dealt. It would happen if I died loving him.
Categories:
excerpts, courage, deep, love, lust,
Form:
Blank verse