Best Irregularity Poems

Nothing is running on time anymore,
everything seems to be leaving late
And arriving even later too
What’s wrong with the grandfather clock,
working quirky is the quartz LED watch
Digital punctuality is ten nanoseconds off ...
losing time at this rate just make time slavers scoff
Now that slight difference might...

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The curvature of the eye, 
marred by irregularity, distorts.

Rain falling through the aqueous orb
of eye or earth prisms, 
propelling points of light skyward, 
producing rainbows.

Sunlight following by the curve
curls rising ever skyward
from the steaming surface
of earth and sea to joining
on the wind.

The curvature of the...

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Sitting in bed.

It’s time for sleep, shower first.
Three baskets of clean clothes, bedside.
Cats' nocturnal sport rumbling across the wood floor, mother pouncing daughter, chasing rubber balls.

Tinnitus and the sound of air whuffing through the ventworks.  Faintly piano music seeps through the seal of my...

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Having been lacking hearing since childhood
not completely but without it in full
remember Xrays at six showing irregularity
but nothing could be done where I stood

Only partial deaf on my right side
which was to my detriment to learn
but left school at 15, to be at work
so was...

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IN A TIME OF MICRO-IDENTITIES

At my Unitarian Universalist Society 
no one is Jane Doe or Jack Spratt anymore!
A person being introduced or referenced for their 
political, social or spiritual wisdom, their positive
impact on business, industry, education or community, 
inter-faith connectivity or even their potential for
simple...

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Fermented intergration of empethatic passion, silent steps, slow concield steps washing the past, slow silent steps allow me to grasp the concept of your anatomy lastly, jumping into pools of civil desputes, documented proof, that other life exists in silent steps, let satisfaction breath death...

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Push me farther even when i'm clinging.. and I shall not turn from you
push me deeper even when im climbing.. and I shall not turn from you
push my faster even when im creeping.. and I shall not turn from you

This push and pull thing we...

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Mind break
Just a moment ... frozen
Time stands still, in a very quantum way, (chuckle)
I look down by the base of the ladder

It's just a footprint, left by a boot
It could be ANY foot ... or any boot, really
But its mine, and perfect, the dusty soil...

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With no vengeance let us behave
But, to tell the truth, let us be brave
We must expose our displeasure
And reveal the suffered-pressure

At times, we may be damn desperate
As someone's act may exasperate
At that moment, we get frustration
We may perform an act of operation

Any wrong act must...

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Something called "Ex-Lax",
a popular laxative,
looked like chocolate.
Remedy sold in drug stores
for irregularity.

inspired by another member's poem
...

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it's clouded
obscured
        just enough variety 
    to throw you off
 there's no such thing 
           as a penetrating gaze
    no beyond
 nor...

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unconventional 
mingling which 
deviated from 
the norm created 
atypical interactions
in which the uncharacteristic 
irregularity became normal 
standard even within the 
land of relationships past...

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Sleeping in perplexity
with velvet wings and iris eyes
aghast at dreams which don't comply
with all I think they signify
Breathing irregularity
with sashay coughs and biting teeth
impressed with everything I lose
in this night's dreams, beyond my reach
Catching night red-handed
with satchels full of wishes birthed
I made before I fell...

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Potter loves the uncertainty of process.
The way the fire-ash binds to glaze.
The irregularity of flame's touch.
He carefully stacks the dried spun pieces 
in a pile in the kiln, each piece touching,
separated by broken pieces of shell and wadding.
So that the pieces touching don't stick together.
Potter...

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in all human history this is being said now
as the flies gather about my corpse
and its waiting Molotov cocktail booby trap
we all feast upon what we were
with more monotonous regularity
than what we might become
with all the ardor an erased memory can provide
a new non existence...

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