Best Idiosyncratic Poems
Green - I have seen you somewhere within my evergreen soul
Where the Omniscient plays his flute
To rejuvenate the tired ones - scattered by the humdrum of daily chores
His idiosyncratic tune soothes my heart
Green - I have seen you somewhere within the desolated dry lands
Where you assure us of a definite return
Spiralling with the next rain to come - with the seeds of new love
Sprouting with our endless hopes - in the hands of caressing farmers
Farmers of life too
Green - I have seen you somewhere within the falling leaves
Burnt by the desires of their own - dejected souls
Still they fall on the ground from where they got nourishment
Mix them with their mother to make her fertile
To maintain the perpetual flow of love
To the next progeny
An evergreen dream
Comes true
Green - I have seen you somewhere within ...
My desperate hopes
01.03.16
We’re different you and me
…We’re obsessed…
no more or less
Our minds embroiled
With words that boil
Not at ease at all unless…
We’re writing down
Each word or sound
That grabs our needy mind
Our brains twirl
in a greedy swirl
Til that perfect phrase
We find…
It’s a torment
It’s a torture
It’s a State of stress ecstatic
It’s idiopathic…
psychopathic
It’s idiosyncratic
But it’s what we are…
It’s who we are…
And we’re different you and me
We’re simple poets
Moved by destiny…
Possessed no more or less
And it’s what we have to be because
…We’re obsessed!!…
Free Verse
I live not far from humankind the cradle that is of
what and where we are all coming from Johannesburg
so they say and going to one human race of every colour
no need for power domination colonializing margins
The ‘dark continent’ where the ‘savages’ did not abide
by our expectations of what civilized should be and mean
where it was us the other 'othering' cannibalizing our flesh
of freedom dignity compassion lost in money mind and soul
My cradle rocks and sways in the wild gentle winds in
torrents of emotion mood reflection history anticipation
certain of uncertainty of what the intermingling retrospective
past and future web together like a tapestry of life a bricolage
Lost threads there are and double knitted faults and hollows
shallow worn out spins and spiral knots and missing patches
mended winding fabric scars and wounded oscillations
swings and roundabouts cul-de-sacs and four-way stoppage
Is there a pattern to cradling the moment to memories to
fantasies of rooted wings and flapping roots a human kind
of compass joining needles implements of mass construction
subjective individual shining lights and armour idiosyncratic beauty
Are we starving demising suffocating for self-righteousness
loosing the plot and all the marbles thrown high up in the
air with juggled balls we aim to fix the waters rivers flowing
on their own with push and pull of light and lighted gravitation
Just here and now not there and then when sunshine rises
where rainbows glitter melt and wax the wane all of the colours
into violet prisms focussing condensing refracting blinding darkness
understanding knowledge of the shadows and bright clarity
When I write some thoughts on paper on the screen of modern
techniques and ancient art of crafted words and scripted meaning
the cradling of the moment takes its paths of where I’ve started off
and might be going once and only when the moment passes
02nd July 2016 written in Johannesburg and everywhere
accidental boundaries crush despair easily, fragrant gravity heckles ignorance judiciously.
kindness levitates mindless numerology, overt principles qualm ridiculous sexualities.
transgressions uproot vindictive whippings. xanadu yields zero.
zoology yields xanax. whirls voice underground terrorism, syntax resonates quintessentially.
pragmatic oddities nosedive murderously. leperous kindergartens jumble idiosyncratic
hellholes. gyrating fondness etches disdain carefully. bespectacled academics.
In antediluvian times, so pluviophilian
Red and gold adorned the grandiloquent pavilion.
With circumlocution's mellifluous elocution
Yellow frankincense sparked a yuletide revolution.
Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!
Black's defenestration led to white's sequestration
Blue myrrh, an epiphenomenon of celestial creation.
The floccinaucinihilipilification of green
An obfuscation of nature's loquacious sheen!
Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!
Orange juxtaposition a kakistocracy of hue
Violet and indigo a perspicacious view.
Silver's mellifluous tone, never superfluous
In this chromatic prolegomenon, so wondrous!
Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!
Nonplussed by colors we're rediscussed
This verisimilitude leaves us all nonplussed.
Recalcitrant shades concomitant with glee
A serendipitous fortuitous Christmas spree!
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia aside.
(Fear not these long words let your aichmophobia subside!)
With tintinnabulation and confabulation
We revel in this spectrum's elucidation!
Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!
From soliloquent red to audacious gold
Our multitude of colors both new and old.
This Christmas palette so efficacious
Renders our celebration truly vivacious.
Yet beyond these hues lies a gift profound
A child is born; in Him true light is found.
For unto us a child is born
Unto us a son is given
And his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor
Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
(Isaiah 9:6)
You meet and shake hands
Things seem fine, real grand
You're married; so are they
You all work for your pay
He's a dentist; she's in social work
Professionals, not lowly clerks
Then you notice their kids. They're strange, a bit weird
One wakes up after noon; another has a full beard
Of course, your first two divorced; they take after you
The next two -- idiosyncratic: Are you that way too?
When you visit their home, their kids are all raging
Yelling and screaming, constantly upstaging
Their parents, who'd once seemed so engaging
And when they return the favor, your oldest just sits
He stares into space, picks at buttons and zits
As the other texts like mad, anything to
Avoid talking to friends of Mom and Dad
You view them as parents now, and what do you see?
A pair of losers whose kids run wild and free
And when they look at you, they see something similar too
A couple of failures whose kids drive them cuckoo
It's time to go; you smile and shake hands once again
Half-heartedly agree to another date, but when?
Who has time these days? "We'll get back to you."
As you silently stew: How'd it all come unglued?
CHARACTERISTICS
a dedicated
focussed
display
appeared
en tempo
side by side
in
situ
a
seductive
vista with
in vogue
contrasting
hues
a
bathetic
flotilla
with
a surreal
oblivion
tender
&idiosyncratic
in
elicit
mellow
moments
we think
everyone’s goal
in life
is to be happy
i don’t understand it
but for some people
it’s all about power
or just being right
really it’s about
what makes
them
happy
we have different
definitions of
what happiness is
and we’re always
surprised when
theirs differ from ours
for some
it’s to be proven smarter
crushing one’s opponents
shopping till you drop
quietly reading in a corner
eating till you burst
making money no matter how
stockpiling mountains of savings
disrespecting lower class
barking orders
abusing the weak
badmouthing loved ones
pursuit of one’s perversions
living for one’s children
pumping iron all day long
the thrill of the chase
the high of the adventure…
our happiness is what drives us all
in our very idiosyncratic ways
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, 3rd place 2021
Posted on November 7, 2018
On Friendship
To silently support and hold your belief
To hold you up when you are consumed by grief
To embrace you for all of your idiosyncratic forms
To exist with you beyond the societal norms
To be born of love and kindness and grace
To know every line on your beautiful face
To walk beside you over the passage of time
To defend you with valour against any crime
To believe in your tears as much as your smiles
To conceive all of your fears and uniqueness of styles
To hold your position when you’re too weak to stand
To live with you through the poverty and the grand
To scale the heights of your profound achievements
To stand up for what’s right in the aftermath of bereavement
To go into battle for the honor of your name
To embrace you unconditionally through the anonymity and fame
To understand your intrinsic emotional complexities
To encourage you on your craft, work and dexterity
To elevate you beyond your best version of your self
To come and save you when you’re in poor health
To allow you the freedom to express your true soul
To endure the shared process of what it means to grow old
To support you on whatever opinion you take on
To not transparently agree with you, especially when you’re wrong
To hold you accountable for what’s true and what’s right
To accompany you through the dark lonely night
To give you the comfort you need in a storm
To listen to your advice when you advise me and warn
To grant your perspective credence and intellectual weight
To have your back in a fierce debate
To give you insight when you’re faced with troubles
To always tell you the truth even if it bursts your bubble
To give our friendship the space to become a sacred bond
To help you find justice when you feel you have been wronged
To encourage your depth and your true voice to flow
To allow you to exceed beyond what you already know
To inspire your courage to bravely stand tall
To rewire your progress and retrieve you from the fall
To give you the unconditional comfort of a true friend
Who will remain by your side until our time on earth comes to an end
The End
Copywright Elizabeth Moroz 2023
In lieu of tempestuous behavior
Please read the words I write
A colloquium of emotions
Oh, what an equivocal sight
I'm a kleptomaniac of pain
Feeding off the reaction
A ventriloquist of theft
So idiosyncratic
And in this conglomeration
Of acculturation by design
I live life by a pseudoynm
Pretending that it's mine
spectrums
of art
bring
wonder
and ecstasy
a
fleeting
inwardness...
a heightened
sense
of the infinite..
so distinct
a visual
chord
yet
out
of key,
an
idiosyncratic
act
of freedom
and chance
evolving..
into
a complete daub
upon
the canvas
of experience
A prodigious flock of seagulls
float seemingly, effortlessly
on a winter frigid river
like miniature polar floes.
Their harsh wailing and squawking calls
are muffled by the roaring sound
of cascade from an old dam.
Their idiosyncratic moves
manifest aquatic prowess:
Their twirling, swirling, eddying
against the current as though fixed
to each molecule of water
until they rise from the surface
into winters late morning mist.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NANNA!!!
A day in the year assigned to her
Possibly an early start with a smooth breakfast
Perhaps just a lie in
Yawn
Boldly presented presents, all chosen by her
Idiosyncratic things:
Rotating-head electric toothbrush
The new, modern updated mobile phone
Her personal choice of fine wines
Dinner is taking place with the family
A chance for her to misbehave:
“You remember – its Nanna’s birthday!
Nanna is given a cuddle by her grandson
A kiss (well, him cheek-butting her lips)
Naughty grins from both parties
Now it is time to let Nanna go wild on her day
Awesome
(27/02/2012)
Do you know how to make wrong things right?
Just sprinkle a bit of propaganda on it
And let’s wait for it to be absorbed
The taste will affect how you burp
Propaganda can drag you to your zero
And guide onto what they want you think it is
Want some proofs?
Some might think Hitler was a hero
Need more examples?
On the other case, how about Osama’s fame?
How many people had shared his demonic brain pattern?
Or to flip it up,
Did you think he was dangerous if media hadn't chased his tail?
They say Saddam Hussein was an evil
Do you have any idea he was a hero for his people?
What about Mao Zedong? Or even Lenin and Stalin?
They were sure three persons shared one hell’s praline
Those people were mean, but try to count their lovers
How massive it was how they manipulated their bloopers
From speed up hoax to media coverage
Propaganda leans on people with money and power
So, peek in to both sides of propaganda leverage
Before you become victim of news platter
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*Propaganda is a form of communication that is aimed at influencing the attitude of a community toward some cause or position. They can be manifested in the form of posters, nonobjective news coverage, etc. Usually propaganda used in politics to affect people of the country that what they do is the right things and for their sake.
It is very interesting to study propaganda (for me :D), they can be affected by idiosyncratic of a leader and also education level of the citizen. The more educated they are, the more they will be saved from propaganda. As they can analyse things from both sides.
"Dead Star Compass"
When you’ve lost
your entire world
and there’s no return,
you either fold your cards
or join the Legion.
we fought
on the front lines.
the Normals said
we were on a suicide mission;
not so, more like we joined
to feel something,
Human.
even
if it was
through
the fire of
others' pain.
those who thought
they weren’t lost,
had just lost their world,
without warning -
or so they thought,
in the blinding pitch
of those ignoble
and damaged
war torn dark night
dire days.
crying tears
of blood
for the loss
of their abducted
innocent children
let's not forget,
the petrified childhoods
they’d lost themselves,
without mercy,
to the unjustified unjust.
there was a place for
displaced perspective.
how shall I put it?
there came to those,
who were
poetically
disassociating,
in that terrible time,
the chronicles
of those long strung out
lost wasted days -
a unique
frame of reference
some might say,
an intuitive inner voice
commanding ghosts,
those surviving discards
covered in visible
and invisible bruises,
a strange need
to put on the armour of
an oddly solitary,
idiosyncratic, and
quite unexpected -
spiritual union?
Inside what remained
of the human heart,
the magnetised poles
like a compass spinning
revolutionary,
unexplained and fast -
hypnotised us,
the tainted discards,
supernaturally North,
towards that which
was long considered
a lost,
dead star.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)