Best High As A Kite Poems
Window cleaning is my trade and I want to tell my story
Like the time I saw the Vicars wife in the bath in all her glory
Or when I saw the Vicar tied up, I thought there'd been a slaying
I called the police but it turned out, t'was a game that they were playing.
And Mrs Smith from two doors down, well she is kind of hot
Always leaves big gaps in her drapes just to show me what she's got
Next door to her a stripper lives, well she just doesn't care
She walks around as I try to clean and yes she's totally bare.
Then across from her a nymphomaniac lives, she's always wanting more
Whenever I call to clean her glass there's men queueing at her door
I always cringe when I knock her door to ask her for my money
She always offers payment in flesh; winks and calls me honey.
Next door to her is 'Dirty Pete' watches movies all day long
Not Hollywood films you understand but titles like King Dong
Well I'm no prude each to his own but quadrophonic sound!
The first time that he blasted it, I fell off my ladder to the ground.
Round the corner is Jim and Sue, she always calls me handsome
I heard it from the man next door they want me for a threesome
Well maybe to some weirdy folk, it is their fantasy
Not my thing I assure you 'cos she is eighty three.
The sorority house I'd leave till last ' cos I found it hard to cope
They always leave the windows ajar to let out the fumes of dope
Then the world around me, would turn colourful and bright
My eyes would see some very strange things and I'd fly high as a kite.
See that's what I have to endure, to make an honest living
I never tell my wife you know, she'd be so unforgiving
When I get home she always asks, "Darling how was your day?"
I tell her each time same old same old, but it helps me pay my way.
Written on the 8th November 2020
** My 2nd poem ever, gonna take me quite quite some time, in comparison to the many great poets here. I'm a newbie and a beginner **
Broken Heart
The pain was real
only time could heal
took away my breath
assumed it was death
So wanted you back
wanted you in my life
thought you would be my wife
but I was young, I was naive
it was only a process to grieve
I saw you with him
it was time to move on
but it didn't feel right
but then I saw the light
It was time to move on
and I did just that
work, family and friends
but no more girlfriends
This was my time, a little down time
work daytime and play til bed time
no longer a care in the world
No more girlfriends and no more pain
No more trying, nothing to gain
But then there she was
when I wasn't even looking
Eyes met across the room
Smiles were in full bloom
I've heard of love at first sight
I felt it there that very night
pain went away, no more grey
no drugs but high as a kite
Forgot what's her name
cause I burned with a new flame
I was in love, not a game
I had hoped she felt the same
Here we are, twenty five years later
still in love, but keep in mind
'Love is patient, love is kind
it does not envy, does not boast
It is not proud', I do not boast
The love is real, nothing to heal
She took away my breath
Will stay with her, all the days of my life
She's my life, my wife
til death do us part, and then the after life
-James R. Lutz
Love is the strangest thing I've come to know
It can make you feel warm or deep in the snow
For some it may come easy
Expressed extremely cheesy
But for some it comes where you'd never look
And that is when you can write a marvelous love book
It causes the greatest highs and lows in our life
One minute you're as high as a kite to stabbing yourself with a knife
The greatest pleasures cause the worst pain
And you'll wonder is there a way to stop the rain?
Love should be so simple and pure
But the insecurities make us not sure
It's hard to give something so fragile as your heart
And trust it won't be broken apart
A broken heart can change who you are
So you have to be careful and look past the stars
Love is blind and can't be controlled
And you'll resist advice whenever your told
Love is something we all seek
And each love is unique
I don't know much but that's what I've observed
You accept the love you think you deserve
Manic Melancholia
He flew high as a kite with no ceiling concealing his madness
A hawker plying his trade with all prayers lost preying on reason
Sold out flapping wings and the wind soaring no sores attached
No strings yet a puppet found but not lost scraping skies all in one
He struck the most delirious chords strangled the care of his mind
A hanged man falling a bruising garrotte noosed losing the plot then
The parachute opened on impact buried the mania deep under cover
I feel like pacing all around because PoetrySoup is temporarily shut down.
Instead I may as well write.
Because between you and I we are going to get high as a kite.
Just to pass the time while PoetrySoup must say night-night. My feet struggle to kick free but I really must not put up no fight.
A little more light speed must travel.
All my quirky poems start to unravel.
(That's as far as I made it without getting distracted)
I wake again, the sky still ash
Mostly soft, not quite the weight of lead
seen at five a.m; that god awful flash
of knowing there is nothing when dead
Here inside a room, trying to recall
if sleep or darkness shapes it all
Whiskey breath eats away my face
Oh good! Aubade… finally shows a trace
The afterlife sleeps in, it always does
Woken up in the usual way
Another drink, a top-up buzz
Lifts my spirits, just above dismay
I fumble around with unopened post
Get dressed, eat flakes, feeling like toast
Hope and despair make a meagre pact:
That life bears fruit, and breakfast lacked
I breathe, then sniff, try steady a hand
light a smoke, or slap on a patch
Gesture defiance, attempt to stand
brave it out past the hallway latch
Go search, or not, for what comes after
opt in, opt out, call on the pastor
Who's high as a kite on altar wine,
“There's nothing” he sobs, “or do you bring a sign?”
His eyes light up, as I offer him a line
And you know! that day turned out just fine.
That song’s been ringing in my head
For almost half the day….
It’s too late to turn back now.
I believe, I believe, I believe,
I’ve fallen in love with you,
And I have no clue why or
Even how?
It’s too late to turn back now.
I believe, I believe, I believe,
I’ve fallen in love and memories
Of us being together I continue to chow
It makes no sense at all
You and I have not made one vow
I love you but I don’t like you
All because you don’t live the life that’s true.
It’s too late to turn back now.
I believe, I believe, I believe,
I’ve fallen in love: I’ve had no
Real man to ever treat me right
You had a chance for me you did not fight
So why from you could I not fly away as
High as a kite. Every day you call me to
See if someone else is with me. Late night
Calls, early morning calls, noon day calls,
All types of calls but the call you have ringing
To your phone you have not answered at all.
It’s too late to turn back now.
I believe, I believe, I believe,
I’ve fallen in love. That’s all.
He calls. I call. I don’t answer.
He doesn’t either. The feeling is not weaker.
It is stronger and no matter how much time,
We wanted this to be: it has lasted longer.
To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
A time to be loved is now. No
Matter how much I hate. This situation,
Is destiny way past fate. Three days to
The rest of our lives is here whether we
Are angry or filled with cheer. The season
For our love is here.
It’s too late to apologize.
It’s too late.
Yes, yes, we played around and
Got stuck with each other for life.
For every action a cost must be paid
Love was never intended in this it
Came in and stayed while we played.
Well the thrill is not gone
We can play like it is all we want
But all I can hear ringing in my ears
This song that I really don’t want to hear
It’s too late to turn back now.
I believe, I believe, I believe,
I’ve fallen in love, wow!
‘to the hills! to the hills!’ screamed the floodgates of hell
entertained, unrestrained, little demons rang bells
for Tomorrow and Yesterday danced for the gold,
ever certain each reigned over Earth manifold;
parallel, lower Hades was high as a kite--
‘what a thrill it will be, a domain so contrite!’
as good fortune should smile, the ridiculous sang
in the ashes of victory, agony rang
with a message so clear that the zombies awoke
as the villages grew, callow humans too spoke
so in time, could long rivals upholster their fears
by their union, dominion was something to cheer
I do not see further meaning
behind the choice of word
To analyze this is demeaning
I think it is absurd
Whoever decided to write this
must of been high as a kite
If you want this class to be treacherous
stab me to make it a fair fight
The only thing less moving than poetry
is the clock up on the wall
Time is is no hurry
to set me free into the hall
My teacher tries to no avail
perhaps I’m unable to learn
Or maybe all poets are evil
and just want the world to burn
Meeting you, Opend a new world in me
a world that with out you I might never see
love...never thought it would be worth being a member
Yet a fondness ignited, like a burning ember
A night to remember with all my might
Your beautys got me twisted and im high as a kite
We partyed untill morning sun shown
You left me with a feeling like i had just flown
Every day is a gift, I fly high as a kite
Love of my friends shining ever so bright
The small things in life
Cost a very small price
They raise my spirits as my soul takes flight
© Jack Ellison 2015
Every breath that
I take, every move
that I make...
I do it because
of you.
Ever since you've
entered my life, I've
been high as a kite.
Everything about
you...
From your lips
to your waist
has me hooked
like bait.
It's like winning
the lottery, every
time you're close
to me.
You bring out
the best in me,
by keeping it real.
Giving me
love unreal.
Incredible how
you make me
feel !!
It's like I'm being
pin to the wall...
Cupids arrow aimed
straight for my heart.
I'm in love with you,
I'm so into you.
I'm ready to spend
the rest of my life
loving you.
Expressing through
poetry, just how much
you mean to me.
Written by: Poet Shi
I pegged them out on my clothes line,
Like puppets on a string.
Those baggy pants fit for a clown,
Such laughter they did bring.
That claret shirt, high as a kite,
And three sheets to the wind.
They will dry out, to my delight,
My wet suit it has sinned.
George. Seal. 4/ 1/ 2015.
No. 3 clothesline.
Let me feel your lines.
Far off the beaten track and trail
on quest for music’s Holy Grail
led pilgrims on biblical scale
more than can be counted.
With midsummer sun on our cheek
in tents to shelter we did seek
and pitched them at its highest peak
on a hilltop mounted
As we climbed the lean of the hill
my beer I would try not to spill
and sat with the great unwashed till
olé and adios.
It was I, El Skeet, amigo,
in my poncho and sombrero
half-cut like a loco gringo
who waved “vaya con dios!”
We lit yet another hash bong
all up in smoke like Cheech & Chong
and passed it to each one along
under the cop radars.
Till late as wasted brain cells flag
with every mind trip headfu-ck drag
I tucked in to my sleeping bag
on the hill ‘neath the stars
As music and mayhem did rage
back in next summer’s youthful age
we camped closer to the big stage
by a shallow hollow.
I’d sit and watch the crowds go by
in the hot sun and dust and dry
under a big Waikato sky
from our camp on tent row
And as I ripped in with the guys
to our grog trailer of supplies
we made a hanging chain of ties
with every pull tab rent.
Waiting for Cold Chisel that night
with a superdoob glowing bright
I was fuc-kin’ high as a kite
and lurched back to my tent
The next day I woke in a daze
and walked off my drunken malaise
when I heard singing songs of praise
in some weird sh-it I saw.
Tambourine hippies, punks and geeks
and chanting Hari Krishna freaks
burnt incense in clay painted cheeks
so I got high some more
Yet in a hot wet and wild hour
stoned in the unisex shower
I gazed many a sweet flower
in their naked splendour.
We bathed too in waters that flowed
down where the lazy river bowed
lest my head spontaneous explode
on my three day bender
That night by the stars we were led
as above a smoky sky bled
when out The Enz rocked “I See Red”
and fired a burning flare.
In the spirit of Sweetwaters
we lived among at close quarters
sons of Bacchus and his daughters
and I so revelled there
Written: November 2009
Sweetwaters was an annual three
day music festival back in 1980s.
Most days my moods are high as a kite
But today is not one of those days
The love of my life is under the weather
So I'm walking around in a daze
No rhyme or no reason to continue on
Will call it quits for today
No incentive no drive to keep me going
For her love I'm pining away
Hope tomorrow she feels much better
To help me get back on track
The love of my life, my heart and soul
Can't wait to get her back
When she feels down I feel down too
Our lives are bound at the heart
I've told her nearly ten thousand times
I've loved her from the very start
© Jack Ellison 2014