Best Excuse Poems
Mary Ann had a boyfriend that she
gave affection and great loyalty.
Since the age of sixteen
no one else had she seen
but she wanted more at thirty-three!
Her boyfriend, of course, had it made
since regularly, he would get laid.
So excuses he gave
when Mary Ann would rave
about marriage. . . and unwed they stayed.
Getting pregnant was her coup d'etat
when she said, “You will soon be a pa!”
She said, “Furthermore, Bruce,
I don’t need an excuse.
In my mind we’re a pair - common-law!”
For Black Eyed Susan's Excuses Poetry Contest
The blood that remembers
That of brother-to-brother or sister-to-sister
The blood that holds a family together
The blood that brought us here from a far and distant land
The blood we share in toil and strife and in war and death
Who made this blood and why do we have so little of it?
Shouldn’t we be able to farm it and grow it like tomatoes on the vine?
For it is our blood. We own it. Who can take it from us?
War, most certainly, but that blood is given for righteousness and should surely be returned post haste.
Can we cut ourselves like the Indians and become blood brothers? Does that strengthen our numbers? Or is it just some silly myth or rite of life.
I would like to think that blood would give strength but as it pours from my body I only feel weakness.
These two slits in my wrists are conduits to another world right?
They will make strong and give a warrior the strength to shoot the arrow straight and ride the pony hard.
My giving is their strength. It is a good day to die.
I bleed myself slowly for I know that they will need the energy in increments. My soul is that of a warrior and it can only strengthen their cause.
From Wounded Knee to DaNang the dead have given their souls so we could be free.
Why would I stop that tradition now?
An Excuse Never Walks Alone
An excuse never walks alone,
Always’ followed by a reason.
An attempt to defend or justify,
Matters not, the time or season!
An excuse never walks alone,
A pregnant pause dwells near.
A quick release of energy,
Fear ringing still in the ears!
An excuse never walks alone,
Aided by a subordinate clause!
After brief thought we realize,
The excuse was a lost cause!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 11/17/15
Excuse me while I Puke
I hear screams of virgins watching
their innocence being tortured.
I see flowers hiding in the shadows
covering their eyes with shame.
I smell the putrid odors,
fuming from the stench
of bush meat eating scavengers.
Forcing intimacy on cherubs and angels.
I see abused women and children,
giving up and dying because
no one is looking for them.
I saw the First Lady of indifference
at the mall caressing a Gucci collar
for her little poodle dog.
I heard that birds still sing
and flowers still bud.
Right now I cannot enjoy
their contrite delight.
My eyes are filled with blood.
Is there anymore-
Bizarreness to be Ignored
AS I puke.
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Oh, you charming, New Year,
What a great excuse you are
For
All my Ill-fated efforts of the
Year just past, to forget!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 JANUARY 2015
Whew! Here Goes One,
Parked At My Rectum,
Its Warm, Its Deadly,
I Can Feel My Face Sweat- Silently,
Oh What A Task,
No Excuses, As I Must-
Sensitively Reckoning The Force It Amass
With This Feeling Of Crystal Glass,
‘Its A Shame
Having No Younger Soul To Blame,
Oh Self Negligence,
Such Is A Public Offense,
I Wish Nostrils Had Alarm Drills,
To Warn Them Of This Air Borne Thrills,
Defenseless As I Sit Here Transparent,
I Wonder, Why Am I So Apparent?
Though, They Heard The Wind Whistle,
Twas Ominous, Sounds Of My Concealed Pestle,
Beating Polluted Air In My Pants,
Echoes And Bubbly Chants,
There Goes One Invisible,
Should I Go, Or Should I Try The Impossible,
Deny My Crime Inevitably,
Maybe, No One Knows- So Why Speak Unnecessarily?
Can Things ever last,
When they happen so fast.
do these tears and pain ever fade,
Is Drama yet another day,
That I must play to waste the day away,
and ignore the pain,
that never seems to fade.
I know that game,
I played it so many times,
Emotionless is what i shall be,
for all times and eternity.
Galeea's training proved right,
All little boys play the game of deception,
But they do not realize that some girls see it before them,
Some girls grow up to be woman and are looking for guys,
Who want to be man enough to take any
Drama and pitiful lies that other little girls spread around to see,
if they can steal that one great guy in their life.
Pity is what it is called when a Man falls into that pit of vipers,
Why can i not be like those vipers?
because I am too smart and not so vain as the
others girls i see around me.
Because i am me and i just want to be me
and that is what i would like to see,
For that is reality.
Sam slept through his alarm once again
So dashed to catch the commuter train
But today he is fine
‘Autumn leaves’ block the line
He’s off the hook … his boss can’t complain!
2nd June 2016
V.1:
I’m sick of hearing your lies –
I pull away from the abyss
Rejecting departure at the process
Rue bounces out of my eyes –
Trapped in my emotional mess
Deliver the introverted boy from his cruel solitude and shed him hope in mind
My heart is broken into two & you’re not a part of my crew…
I was held down by me, the grief-stricken tear-jerker and my tears made me
blind
My rue never departed from me if you only knew…I loved you…
Now, I loathe your actions – I dislike you . . .
You’re not a part of His crew or my crew because you don’t know what I’ve
been through,
Being with you and all made me feel blue
CHORUS:
I will squander my time now and forever
(Are you an evil, fallen angel?)
Until I meet you eye to eye again
Our departure came to soon…our future’s a blur
(sarcasm: Oh you must be a sweet, beautiful angel –)
Come on & get out of the lion’s den!
Release me…I need to let go…
Believe in me…reflect on me…
Release me…let me go with the flow
Let me grow and see…the light at the end of the tunnel
There’s other fish in the sea…
V.2:
Now, I loathe your actions – I dislike you . . .
You’re not a part of His crew or my crew because you don’t know what I’ve
been through,
Being with you and all made me feel blue
I’m sorry…I apologize…
Excuse my horrid anger…
I’m acting so immature
Excuse my sadness… (how time flies…as my High Spirit dies)
Excuse my words of torture…
I’ll try to act mature
I’m insane – can’t you see the madness (in my eyes)?
I know it’s cruel to hate…
But, I feel so regret
You made me be in a sad state
I paid the price of your emotional debt
Can I have something in return?
Don’t let me burn . . .
There was a fellow named Bruce
Who always had an excuse
When his wife caught him cheating
She gave him a beating
And threw him out on his caboose
So he went to his mistress
in desperation and distress
But he got under her skin
as his excuses grew thin
So she threw him out, she wasn't impressed
Excuse me while I cry myself to sleep at night.
Having dreams of happiness this I will never find.
Worlds come to life under a blanket of night.
A tragic reality I will never reach.
Excuse me while I apologize for living,
Because I don't feel as if I have a right
To breathe the same air as you.
Slow shaky breaths are all I get.
Excuse me while I turn everything I touch
To ruins.
Gifted with the wrong Midas touch.
Excuse me while I write these words
Knowing that I will be the only one to read them.
Beating my head against a wall for all the ways I
Said I was okay, when I wasn't.
Excuse me while I silently kill myself
Because I'm scared of going back to the
Hospital and speaking up. Not
Because of what people would say but,
Because I can't bear to see that
Look in your eyes again.
The look of wasted money.
Excuse me while I waste my life writing
Poems that will change nothing.
Powerful words that impact you
Only as far as to shake your head and say,
"That's true, something should be done."
Excuse me while I listen to your advice that should fix
Me but only shreds me open more.
Excuse me while I do nothing and everything
Wrong.
Excuse me while I piss you off
With my general existence because you
Can't see what's wrong with me.
Excuse me while I do the best that I can.
Excuse me while I let your words rule my life
And rip my self esteem to pieces.
Excuse me while I shatter my dreams
Of wearing a sleeveless dress with a razor.
Excuse me while I implode on my thoughts,
Shoving them down because of the simple
Fact that I don't want to bother you.
Excuse me?
No. *****.
Excuse yourself.
Excuse me while I kiss the sky
Seeking answers – why’d Jimi die?
Perhaps it was the Burning of the Midnight Lamp
Hey Joe! Don’t know? Revisit his amp
Purple Haze shrouded by mystery
Woodstock legend resounds in history
Vietnam veteran’s soulful, haunting cry
Excuse me while I kiss this guy
* Written for Raul's Jimi Hendrix challenge
Hello Again your in my face
Pardon me
Get out of my face
Excuse me for not caring
In the past I followed my passion
You do not understand
I'm done looking at you
Excuse Me
For letting go
I got tired.
12-24-12
Excuse me please pass the salt
Excuse me please pass the salt,
I am out of luck hit by a lightning bolt,
I am sitting here quiet around this desk,
Thinking about which escape route is best.
It's a blind date set up by others,
Not someone you take home to mothers.
I cannot move I cannot speak,
The duck I am eating still has a beak,
I feel almost sick I feel almost weak,
The feeling is real our future together looks bleak.
Send me the cheque let me leg it now,
I am tired of dinner need to get this some how.
He's quite a bit older by the look of his skin
The stuble is patchy on his chin.
I nose dive into my soup,
He's spilled his food onto his suit.
I want to hide I want a simple good night,
A run in the other direction the no end in sight.
They bring out first course second and third,
We sit in silence not saying a word.
He's not my type or even a maybe,
He sucks his fingers to enjoy the gravy,.
Ok I am totally and utterly unimpressed.
The night was left ruined I wore my best dress.
I need a rest I am exhausted and drained.
This night will never be the same.
Ken you will never be my man I say,
I will always be Barbie in every way.
Mum calls me and I drop my dolls shhh i say it's in the vault
As barbie passes ken the salt.
Distant horns announced the eight am,
commuter train, from Darlington's approach
and as I crossed the bridge, at Traitor's Gate,
I saw some lines were blocked by heavy snow.
As it neared,
I waved my jacket,
but the driver,
never saw it.
He took the bend
and kept proceeding.
Those on board were
praying, screaming,
while the monster lost its way and flewwww.....
Into the frozen lake below!
Silence....
like its shattered icy surface,
pulled tight together.
I had to wait until the sergeant,
jotted down my witness statement.
So, that is why, Dear Miss McGoul,
today, I'm really late for school!