Best Excluding Poems
There was a time.
There was a time
When your fabled dreams
Seemed honest
A time when
Your open arms
Coated in dented silver and tainted dreams
Understood my Size 12 shoes
When the world seemed to be against you
Yet, still,
Your blunt eloquence welcomed me home
Then, your “rainbow”…
…shat
t
er
ed
Your heartbeat became an arrhythmia of petulant theatrics.
Your topaz coated spit
Released from refilled white-out bottles,
Brushing away quartered moons of an iridescent shame
A copycat of robotic muses
Infringing upon your pedestal,
Turned loud mouth, afflicting broken tongue
The “Stalin” of a messenger’s wit,
You raised your voice to a poignant sky!!!
And, as if Yahweh cured your muted disorders,
EVERYBODY HEARD YOU!!!
Including me
That was your goal…
…excluding me
From incipient edge, I witnessed you,
A turpentine puddle in front of a confessional booth
On a melancholic Thursday morn,
With ripened glares to avoid your hallways
Tangled, dangling pacifiers as your doorbell
...
There will come a time.
There will come a time
When social feeds will deprive your vexing smile
Of validation
Where ignorant heartbeats will awaken
Through lyrical epiphanies
To see your “rainbow”
As a faded, stolen crayon
Where flirtatious dialect from withered accomplice
Licks cubic zirconium’s aftertaste
Forgetting that karma doesn’t tolerate one-night stands
For me, that time is now.
Then, I knew who you were.
Now, I know who you are.
You are not what you say.
A false advertisement in Sunday’s illiterate paper…
…with erased verbatim amongst your mirrored peers
Remembering how you falsified truth’s smile
Dire requests for empathetic warmth of our yesterdays
Yet, my Agnostic coat could never be thick enough
For your saturated, dual face
©Drake J. Eszes
Loving Nature without loving God is a neat trick
But as I love Nature, how could I complain?
Are you a humanist? Spinoza a guy with a large brain
Defined God as Nature; if one is not the other, then please do take your pick
When you are very civilized the wild jungle or temptation:
-Less your cup of tea-
Then God surely is not Love, how bitter can you be?
Without moral compass: (We are so rude) Without chlorophyll: damnation
Without morals indeed I may be lost. Without life much worse:
God without Nature: it’s just no good, or to me, a curse.
Nature excluding God’s creation, I add, gave birth to the capitalist his saw
He logged the wood, set fire to the Amazon and this he named the law
Since the two, towards each other being amorous:
Nature and its God, as Spinoza be my guide: synonymous
Gazing at windmills, dare you see Giants;
Call impossibilities imposters,
Incapable of withstanding your blade?
Or are you fearful of approbations
Of insanity insinuated
By the ignorant? Only Quixotic
People possess dreams consideration
Worthy – visions demanding better days.
Status quo subversives – call them poets,
Persistent purveyors of personal
And societal Dissatisfaction.
Excuses excluding innovation,
And personal insulation must go!
We can, shall, will resolve persistent pains.
The bones of a forest are stripped clean by the ocean and strewn on her shores. The sun-bleached wooden cemetery leaves a somber impression on the morning scavenger of shells, who meanders in the gray mist of a fall morning dawn. He is lulled by the hush of the fog and the rolling waves that break on a gravel strand. With a head bowed down and hands crossed behind him... he searches... searches for opalescent treasures... like answers to life's questions. Is this how it all started, or is there some grander purpose? Then a gull caws as if an angel calls the seeker's attention. And as he looks up his sight receives a message delivered by two brown pelicans sailing along a cresting wave. This was here before you... and it will continue when you are gone. But now... you are mine... and we are one... divine.
by Martin Braun
6:30 a.m. September 20th, 2023
Jenner, California
To my oceanic compatriots. They put our love under a glass dome, posted deterrent signs on the paths we created 35 years ago, and sealed off the oceans. If they heard my, your, stories, they would run the environmental Bolsheviks into the sea like the demon-possessed pigs that they are. These self-righteous propagandists closed Drakes Oyster farm with lies, and they, like gulag interrogators of 1936, threw us into a sort of prison within the spaces of our minds, torturing us by excluding us from "the motherland's environment", and created an unimaginable wasteland with the walls they built by a lust for power. We are of this world... it is they who are aliens. Let us enjoy what God made. We created the protections with our respect and love for the environment. The environmentalists simply make laws, criminals, and prisoners.
Too often
we measure our worth
by all we have
become...
excluding the far greater
all that we have
avoided becoming....
Not certain that poetry
should be described as
much as written – I mean,
to write about a star,
is one thing...but to absorb
and likely radiate seems the
brighter reason for Light;
myself feeling that we are
better a-lined with creation
when less fanfare and greater
in the art of becoming – (no
poet writes poetry...but writes
in a way prompting the reader
to exclaim: Now that’s
poetry!)
I mean, does a rose
need read some other blossom
before its own singularity?
And surely a dramatic sky
and awe inspiring mountain
summit, knew how before
mixing pigments, counting grains,
measuring real-estate, then
estimating a proper footing –
other than for inspiration
needing no prior thought as
to what came first or if solid
foundations must be ascribed
before additions made –
accepting as fact, that we
are somehow all linked, and
each builds upon the surface of
a wondrous other…
thus poetry should
be simple, spontaneous…
which has nothing to do with
lack of complexity, or the long
and often tedious dedication
going into works –
I say only that poetry
should not be strained...
which is what happens
when lacking truth, and needing
excess filling or stretching if to
be recognized.
Excluding
grand-dad’s fish tales – Now
those were
Poetry!
Beauty is spoken of excluding beauty.
We speak of poetry, apart from poetry.
Total beauty does not exist, but do not accept ...
Beauty is made of complementing parts
in infinity ...
Poetry does not express all poetry ...
Poetry is incomplete, but it is poetry ...
Smaller poetry is factor of the larger.
Real talk.
Real talk as it's
only ... as there was only one
dimension...
True, it is what is established,
and what is established may not
be an expression of truth.
Everything is said ... everyone knows
of everything !
And everyone knows that in fact
know nothing ...
All that is known is little ...
Little, not everything ...
Beauty,
poetry,
true ... everything for us
It is finite.
But it's not for the universe
infinite ... and expanding ...
Love,
Universal force
Emanated by God’s holy will
That unifies all parts of the created cosmos
Into a harmonious wholeness
Excluding thus
Hate!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 September 2015
Literature was pursued
by the greatest individuals who ever lived,
and they left us works of unsurpassable wisdom;
human emotions have always been the same,
and this can't attest to the fact that they will not change anytime soon,
but the freer we are, the further we go up in our balloon.
The richest heritage of Humankind
is found in the written word, which is heard often and not really understood;
where would we be today without the plays and sonnets of Shakespeare that were quite sad,
or Dante's famous canto, not excluding superb works by modern writers?...
During the dark ages, monks translated books from Greek and Latin into common languages;
as the barbarians destroyed everything found in their path, civilization did not end.
Tragedies of famous people attracted the lucrative minds of poets who had heard of them,
thus embellishing them with their vivid imagination and present actual facts...I follow in
their poetic footsteps, writing down stories that have recently happened, or occurred
before I was born; and with ideas as interesting as theirs, I continue in that tradition
without envying their unaging expressions and distinguished style, but by aggrandizing them.
Literature has finally found its merited place in History, unlikely a hundred years ago,
more people are voraciously reading, and keeping the writers busy by admiring
their sensational works, making comments of encouragement to boost up their optimism;
and to theaters they go and spent an entire night to listen to drama and satire...to scoff,
laugh, or cry when emotions intensify by the sconces of the electric lights; and cheering,
they applaud the richest heritage of Humankind on stage, and are captivated by its scenario.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Natural numbers, big or small
Include no zero among them all
Including numbers 123
Excluding fractions, as you can see
Whole numbers are one step up
Add a zero, and add them up
To get a simple 0 1 2
There is almost nothing new
Integers now are number three
As negative as numbers can be
Like -1 , or -93
But spanning to infinity
Rational covers all before
Add decimals and you’re near the door
With fractions now, you’re almost done
8.3, 9 over 1
Real numbers are the final step
With any number you could think up
Excluding that which don’t exist
Now go away, I need my rest
With a golden nape, that area on the neck’s rear,
And a silent voice, excluding some chirps and stonks,
Speaking only to young, or between two or some in flight,
The golden eagle exudes those qualities that make humans right.
Flying maybe seventy-seven miles from their nest,
With wings up-turned in a V-shape for dynamics,
Which make a plane with the tail, aerodynamically set,
At a speed of one twenty mph without acoustics.
Open areas of nurturing native vegetation,
Make a home and life for development and tangle,
And mountainous rock regions find them hunting,
Bidding for rock pigeons and raven to mangle.
They devour creatures of the hair family fair and square,
And ground squirrels, grouse and pheasant they tare,
They’re not scared of deer, lamb, pigs or wild boar,
And sheep to them are a massively wide open door.
They have a dark brown body with feathers replaced annually,
Falconry is rife, and they get prestige from indigenous America,
Mentioned in the Torah, and the Old and New Testament fair,
Tolkien used it in an illustration to symbolise Bilbo Baggins air.
If I could fly, where in the world would I possibly go?
Up and away my wings would carry me,
My destination not known!
If I could fly, I’d capture all of the Sun’s rays.
Up and away!
What a sight to see with such a grand milestone!
If I could fly,
I would always look below.
Down and deep!
My eyes focused only on you.
My journey’s still unknown.
If I could fly, I’d stay on top with memories buried to keep.
Down and deep!
What an experience just to fly through!
Such a waste without you!
If I could fly, I would soar with my best perfection.
Soaring with pride!
My life achieved.
My destination excluding restrictions!
If I could fly, I’d forever remember this glide.
Soaring with pride!
What a thought to preconceive.
Such bright reflections!
If I could fly where in the world would I possibly go?
Up and away I would go only with you.
My destination remaining incognito!
If I could fly, I’d want to stay up and away!
What an incredible zone just to pass through!
Such a magnificent plateau!
If I could fly, I’d fly only for you!
®Registered: 1997 ANN RICH
Third World War,
Who forget the main causes of the first
and second world wars?
If all the eyes still on African natural resources
How can we escape the really world war in the future?
I don't see different between people from many European countries and Russians in term of races
But I realise
they differ in opareting systems
which divide them mostly.
For the government of Russia to stand against injustice
in the World for many years,
it is after being victims of injustice.
Third World War,
It happened in many African countries,
different wars of some westerners
against themselves because of some interests.
many africans killed each others
behind different westerners
instead of coming to their senses
and United to fight for their lands.
many westerners set down, agreed how to rule
and share African natural resources
by excluding African leaders
in their coalition governments.
Third World War,
There always be secret wars of interests
in the World for many years
but Russians were not part of those invaded
and ill-treated Africans for centuries.
Yeah! There is no motive of race cards
When speaking about interests
in different deals.
Russian government helped Chinese and
many Asian nations to stand in the World.
most European and USA governments
continue to create troubles in Africa
to get cheap minerals resources.
Third World War,
There are many military bases of Russia,
U.S.A and France in Africa
All of them are world superpowers
behind interests.
African leaders must continue standing
with their people this time
As they are their superpowers.
Once betraying Africans for some outsiders
so called interests again,
third world war can start in Africa.
September 16/2023
The world will not change for the better until the so called lowlife is listened to and respected just as much as anyone else. It also also seems that the contemporary Westerner, not excluding any gender, is too rigid and too frigid. No if, ands, and definitely, no butts about it. this means you too ladies. I'm all for human rights and women's rights but not for petty little human fights. That's all!
I, writer
All a fluster
Men, for my sake
Nail your hearts with a stake.
Or if that leads you discontented
Take you praises you invented
And shove them where no sunshine rises
Never to return their bitter demises;
Oh I’ll explain, my XY ‘‘friends’’
Because I’m at the very last of my wits ends
Just with being pretty, having a good personality
Excluding out how I feel personally.
Charmer? Not interested. Toy boy? Get lost!
To the death with men’s attraction, my opinion held aloft!
I, a picky girl
Don’t compromise for the world
Even if my ideas are ridiculous
Makes no sense not to be resistless
And I think you’ll find I’m materialistic
Nothing less than ritualistic
Don’t you dare tell me that I’m flirting
Really? With you? You’re looking for a hurting!
Ever spurn the cursed Valentine’s Day
Quit missing you aim at me cupid, okay?!
Unsure who’s my type?
I wouldn’t tell you over msn or Skype!
Talk to the hand brother
And stop giving me bother
Like I’d go out with you, when I could have better.
Love must be relayed, from me and from him
One way doesn’t work; simple logic, Mr. Dim.
Vibrators and dominant hands aren’t the same as me
End of story. (Read the first letters for a simple explanation. See?)