Best Exclude Poems
You are a girl with dreams.
A girl with passion and ambition
. A girl who goes crazy over little things. But combats the worst situations with her head held high.
A girl who has boundaries but is never afraid to fly.
You are a person very practical
But never fail to visualise situations that are unreal
A girl who talks witty
But often blurts out things that are silly.
You are a girl sophisticated and crazy, Smart and stupid
Sweet and rude,
Reckless and a prude
You are you... perfect.
So why do you care about these judgemental jerks ha?
Why do you care about a society that is double standard?
Why do care about people who'll you shame you if you're in a short dress;
but call you narrow minded if you're dressed modest?
Why you get hit by the words of people who do nothing but judge?
People who'll exclude you from parties. because you're too idealistic
But **** shame you for wearing a red lipstick?
Babe, remember..
You have to be you no matter what they say,
You have to be you no matter where you stray
You don't have to fit in a format..
You have to be you no matter what..
am in love with a prostitute
a prostitute is a women too
some are force to prostitute
through hardships
some just love sex and money
some are just in slave to sex
some are happy to have it
as a life style
still prostitute are women too
am in love with a prostitute
am young and sensitive
don't blame my ego
but think about my quest
in life
in search of live I respect
every kind of human
in different ways of
works and shadows
life caves
I meet an intelligent lady
she was poor but real
she was smart but
less privileged in her
society were corruption
eats up all what belong
to her citizens that don't
exclude her
so she sort for a means
in escape of poverty and
that ends her up to
prostitution
despite other means
am in love with a prostitute
am young and sensitive
I follow my mind
when I need grow in
knowledge it don't
matter who is the one
involve life can be funny
when you look odd
in the eye of people
who are not perfect
yet they keep your
record in their frustrated
mind to judge others
mistake with out
no permission nor respect
and if I am among them
I couldn't have had the
knowledge I gather
in a relationship
with a prostitute
I made a trip to New York
and surely looked like a dork
staring at the sky
scrapery so high
(and sometimes ogled a nork*)
I took a walk to the dock
heard so many kinds of talk
from seething masses
(and some were asses**)
all I could do was just gawk
I went out to Ellis Island
'cause Woodie*** says it is myland
and it is yours too
it just wouldn’t do —
to exclude folks from the high lands
deserts, swamps or wherever.
I think we should endeavor
(since most of us once,
were just immigrants)
to welcome them forever
or give it to first peoples,
tear down our pious steeples.
Stop saying we care
(if it is hot air)
Stop our slaughter of sheeples!
I tend to ramble a lot.
My trip to the melting pot?
Was a WOW I’d say
and maybe one day
I will return at a trot.
Salute to souper Ilene
(a fan of, I’ve always been)
and to that Billy
who is so silly****
They live in that crazy scene!
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asteriskus explanus:
*aussie slang word (google it)
**not all were asses — overall I found New Yorkers much less rude than I had expected (based on what I’d been told)
***Guthrie - the folksinger
****According to hisself, souper Sillybilly Thekidster
To find my hidden treasure
No need for a tape measure
“X” does not mark the right spot
Treasure hunters get one shot
Unravel my hidden code,
and watch my treasure unfold
The key is words you utter
Express, exclude the clutter
Experience grown riches
A broken heart now bridges
Unlock yourself at my dare,
at our reward we now stare
Open my chest, find my beat
Drum with me a love so sweet
Through new tender verdant pecan leaves
A golden full moon cast shadows
The whip-poor-will loudly calls his lover
Full moonlight reveals secrets
Bobcat silently creeps
Full moon slowly rising on this cloudless night
Perfect in most ways, except for solitude
No one with whom to share beautiful sight
God is there and He does not exclude
illuminating
full moon always wanes in time....
bobcat pounces once
Date Written: April 20, 2022
Contest: A Combination Of Forms
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
BIRD DREAMS
The worst nightmare would be if I
Was an ostrich, and (of course) couldn’t fly.
The fly-guys sit around chugging bird-beer
Boasting of chicks they’ve held dear -
And tales of diving and soaring -
But my earthbound tail is boring.
They exclude me because I’m absurd -
I’m not a real bird. . . . not a bird’s bird.
But if there was reincarnation later,
I’d want to be a penguin, a wearer
Of a smart suit like a posh waiter,
With a kick-ass name like Emperor.
Surely all would find the idea bold:
A story for other birds to be retold.
Yes, my bird-cred card would be gold,
Enjoying the Antarctic cold.
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I look at You and I see the mountains moving
I look at You, and the seas are split apart
I look at You, and I see the love of ages
All bursting from one ever-faithful heart.
Sometimes our eyes grow weary in our misery
Our lids are weighted heavy from our tears
And we can't see beyond, our salty, drowning pond
So we flounder then surrender to our fears.
But I look at You and I see the mountains moving
I look at You, and the seas are split apart
I look at You, and I see the love of ages
All bursting from one ever-faithful heart.
Each day can be so filled with distractions
Rushing from one crisis to the next
And in our haste to fix, we exclude You from the mix
When the answers all lie within your text.
Cuz when I look at You, I see the mountains moving
I look at You, and the seas are split apart
I look at You, and I see the love of ages
All bursting from one ever-faithful heart
A million miracles I see
The biggest miracle would be
That You chose to love a person lost as me.
Now I look at You and I see the mountains moving
I look at You, and the seas are split apart
I look at You, and I see the love of ages
All bursting from one ever-faithful heart.
4/8/2017
My thinking was clear -till I met you last year
I was happy in my state of confusion.
But you couldn't bear it -you had to repair it
You offered my thinking transfusion.
When your intent -that's the meaning you meant
Is lost in a rush of rambling.
I think that I kinow -though your face doesn't show
It's those thoughts you're intent on unscrambling.
Oh my brain tries to jog -but my thinking is clogged
Were those meetings only to beat me?
For it's hard I confess -to answer my best
When you're doing you're all to unseat me.
When I lose your expression -in counseling session
I'll admit your conclusions elude me.
My mind's so confused -with those terms that you used
I think that it's time to exclude me.
There's no way I'll make it -I can't even fake it
My thinking I fear now is sour.
Shrinks are the blame -they all are the same
Seeing patients for only one hour.
You can take all the credit -your money and bet it
My reasoning powers are blown.
Yes- if ignorance is bliss -I can promise you this
No more thinking I'll do on my own.
I thank you -(I think)- you're a pretty good shrink,
And I hope you can grin now and bear it.
But I'm hiding my brain -and from thinking refrain,
I am on the wagon - I swear it!
He whom once I loved I now do hate
His words and actions shared a harsh disdain
Refusing to allow this bitter fate
My boundaries now exclude his bleak terrain.
To win me, he displayed a tender care;
with courtesy and flattery he disarmed.
Then when my heart was opened up and bare.
he suddenly removed his wondrous charm.
His harshness ,rigid mind and steely heart
Showed him a terrorist in my own sweet lands;
For, suddenly, our love he broke apart
And empty was my once outstretched hand.
Beware of charm and love bestowed too soon
Or you may likewise suffer dread and doom
When I was a child though bright but always in fright
Accepted whatever the people furled with fury or flurry
Resulted in to know self –my strengths and weaknesses
That gave me a chance to know what I am in reality.
I accepted all challenges to my large family life
Self-acceptance came from meeting challenges
As a result of that, I went beyond all of them.
Learnt, the greatest success is successful acceptance.
One of my grandsons says I am like a fierce tiger
But the fierceness is in my words and not deeds
One of my daughter-in-laws says I am a volcano
Bursting but beneficently and that too very rarely.
I have never numbed myself in trials and tribulations
Nor built mental walls to exclude pain from my life
And have found peace not in denial, but in victory
And never in life have been interested in stolen goods.
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November 6, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Third Place win
Contest by Verlena Walker
I am putting out a beacon on the A-M, I Am Legend morning double-dutch
Pepsi cola, paranoia, post-exilic high school drama. Stop.
Is there anybody out there, I’m hoping you can hear me
Break the door, cover down, but most of all believe me
I haven’t seen another human being in this God forsaked oasis
who wouldn’t place me in his iron-sights just to bury me with the faceless
tasteless, and all around degenerate in-animates
that beheld the new millennium and become some pickled-plastered shits.
50 milligrams of trapazene and a metric ton of ritalin
with any luck will keep me from burning down New York like a Marvel Movie villain
Like ninety percent destruction, like the news on nine-eleven
like the peter parker web net, catching mary jane to save the day
top story at eleven.
Back to you Jen! Thanks Bob.
We are on the precipice of New World Order, but not what we were promised
by the inside job, swiss bank, illuminate, and Rothschild alarmists
This is not the Black Pope signing off on Masonic acts of terror
But a voluntary waiver to exclude yourself from error
Like bubble gum “POP POP”, likes oops that wasn’t me
This is merely just an act of infallible insanity
Temporary numbing off the senses til it lingers
Let the beasts in his cage lick the cheesy powder off your fingers
In the year of 1980 there was a scientific discovery
indeed the researchers were baffled by this nihilist anomaly
They kept a scaly monster locked up, Isla Sorna penitentiary
But they didn’t tell the people what the spectacle was meant to be
The monster was a man, and the man an animal
I don’t believe I’m ever getting out of this dirt hole.
The monster was a man and the man an animal.
VWHISPERS
In the stopped moment
Their heads come together
And this frightful awe resides
It must have been the way she pursed her lips
The way he bent to her reckoning
Something there is does not exclude an open
floor
Sing one sing all the illusive tune
At the bus stop
In a crowd
The simple aside drops like an alien scent
upon the air
Oh whisper not
Get thee away from this universal frailty
Put it in a bottle
And cast it out to sea
Dave Austin
Dragonfly-the miracle insect
Oh… Dragonfly, the miracle insect
You are the symbol of change and self realization
Source of mental and emotional maturity,
Your scurrying flight across water
represents an act of going beyond the surface
glance at deeper implications and aspects of life.
Your agile flight and its ability to move in all six directions
Exclude a sense of power and poise
this can be seen only with age and maturity.
Your speed at amazing 45 miles an hour
Hover like a helicopter and fly backward like a hummingbird,
Fly straight up, down and on either side
Your wing strokes elegance and grace just like a veteran ballet dancer
You are wonderful and exhibits Iridescence both on your wings as well as body
It is kaleidoscopic
Your eyes are wonderful
most amazing and awe inspiring sights
You can see in all 360 degrees around
That symbolizes the uninhibited vision of the mind
And ability to see beyond the limitations of the human self
You are innocent and harmless, not bite
To Japanese you are a symbol of summer and autumn
And admired and respected all
Samurai use you as a symbol of power and best of all victory
For Chinese you are a symbol of prosperity, harmony and as a good luck charm
To Native Americans you are a sign of happiness, speed and purity
because you eats from the wind itself
Those may be the hidden facts that you have inhabited our planet for almost 300
Million years!
Jayaratne Weerakkody
The Rhythm of My Soul
All around the room
I hear the music play
It takes control of the children’s feet
And makes their bodies sway
No one can understand
The power of a tune
Because before I know it
The music stops too soon
It acts upon emotions
And can instantly change a mood
It doesn’t deny any soul
It’s not its nature to exclude
Everyone is welcome
As long as they are willing
To leave all their problems behind
And start their bodies swinging
Some may doubt this power
And even say it’s destructive
They say it’s only good
Is for people to act seductive
Yes, this may be true for some
But for me it isn’t this way
For me it’s how I can release
And let my stress fade away
So when life gets tough
And starts to take its toll
I forget the world and start to dance
To the rhythm of my soul
My heart is poinsettia red,
You have filled it with Your own dear blood,
My love in return to all others spread,
None do You exclude, tho you could.
Our efforts to give wax so pitying,
Next to Your humble babe's crying,
Even so, tho some decry harried gift-giving,
It is in such giving we are living, nor dying.
Explosions of shiny foil red blue and green,
The most novel expressions Man's ever seen.
What's too much for me, if I am quieter,
Let everyone be, the gaudier the better!
Lights on trees, doorways and stores,
Echo that star that bids us yore.
Hail, hail, the bells, let red hearts sing out!
You live in us - there is no doubt!
And my heart is poinsettia red.