Peculiar Poems - Poems about Peculiar

O, strange, unusual, odd one. You never seem to fit in; you always find yourself in front of the gun. Always at the end of scurrilous attacks They aim and shoot vitriol with their shameful acts. But fitting in was never a part of the plan. Apart, you were set apart to do a great work that most will never...

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A peculiar middle name, all my life I've been burdened with Twas “Byard”, that's even worse than “Archibald” or “Biff” What were Ma and Pa thinking This name is still stinking My name of Jack saved the day and made a big diff! ...

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To the ancient Norse he was Kraken With a mean inclination, And the Greeks called him Gorgon With the same reputation. But as monster of myths He's been wrongly miscast, So I'm here to shed new light On this poor creature, at last. An exemplary example Of his cephalopod race, With a blob of a body, The merest trace of a face. He has eight arms, or...

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There is but one thing in my life that matters, one ounce of sand, the rest is finger extensions, caught in the side breeze — that is all you need, one thing to keep — oar the aspen river rose....

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Let us forgive and forget is an old saying, Life is not an easy journey nowadays, ...

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Why do we not listen? Why do we not hear the sound in the distance? Why do we feel we have to talk over a whisper? Why can't we hear a voice a little more crisper? Why do we doubt? Why do we feel we can go without? Why is this all that life's about?...

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"Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers…" Every time I hear a kid recite this twisted rhyme, I'm 'minded how 'gainst Mother Nature it's a crime. What that peck of peppers was no one can tell, Perhaps banana, jalapeño, cherry, bell. But whate'er they were, it's plain, at least to me, That such a peck as that came off no...

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The biscuit is sitting on the plate waiting for a humongous date; the sardine is screaming in the can while she waits for the unfaithful man. He is out dining and casting lot with a dollar fifty and his head wrapped up in a frock with beads in sheet and two dozen shilling wrapped around his...

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Morning stand-up in front of you As beliefs contrary to reality Somehow almost manic of sociopath Daily scrum of people chaotic Poverty of fair speech Wax and wane, almost wine Grandiose and bouts agitation No freedom and praeCOX Peculiar country Dyskinesia Republic...

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Peculiar things It has been raining so much that the lemon tree is taller than a building of flats where we live. A neighbour who was hit by one of its fruits is still uncommunicative. A flat battery in a jaguar is a sight to behold when sitting in a bough of a tree. The aroma of lemon juice wafts through...

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Life and fine opulence are firmly in coaction. All matter sprang into being at divergent times. On the planet, the deed is built over dynamic vision. A competition of overlooked, significant paradigms. The introverted person says virtually nothing. Dwelling in ecstasy, ringed by the bliss flow. Explicit subjects mix through the wondering. Nothing but oneself, glorious light,...

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Janissaries of Peculiar Fictions David J Walker Janissaries of Peculiar Fictions David J Walker Janissary mercenary Defender of the faith What fate awaits the imaginings Of the faithful From the thrown colored in Peculiar fictions unknown Whether worlds without end Life everlasting with Saints and angels singing on the heads of pens Or streets paved with gold bought and sold with Favors of 70 virgins in waiting...

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The walls open their eyes just as the mantises begin to weave a loving celestial vibe, incensing the onset of this boundless drive Not questioning if one will retain sentience, escaping for a time confinement within her hive With machine-like serpentines propelling their mega metallic craft exerting complex magically carved oaken ores opening dimensional gateways ascending straight-through intensified vibrational planes utilising the great wave unlocking these secret doors Fantastic...

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The clock struck twelve at noon, And the family sat down to eat. They were a picture of perfection, A husband, wife, and a little child They loved each other more than life, And their joy was a sight to behold. They laughed and talked as they ate, Life was but a full moon The boy asked for water, His mother offered to...

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In a peculiar mood Waiting for angry gray clouds To snap me up And casually float me Over the trees and the marsh to Never-Neverland...

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