Best Oddity Poems
So, as we say in Greece
That’s where I’ll End my story
For the things that happen next
Weren’t made for song of glory
So many Tails, throughout the ages
Have spoke of love and loss
Of passions and betrayals
The triumphs and the cost
But never was one told
That meant as much to me
To launch a thousand ships
And survived through history
And with every great Greek story
There’s a lesson to be learn
So, I’ll leave you with this message
Now the last page, has been turned
The moral still stands true
Throughout all time, which passes
Don’t steal a person’s love away
And beware Greeks bare-ing asses
THEE END Authored By Jerry T Curtis
08/10/2014
The Year of The Horse
King Menelaus' Song aka ( Helen's husband )
A Trojan boy, he stole my love
And I know where he’s hidin’
But all I have’s a thousand ships
I need your help Poseidon
I dare not tell a single soul
But in you I’m confidin’
I want to tear his huge walls down
And stand there right beside him
Poseidon
Poseidon
I hope on me you’re smilin’
I can not live another day
With this pain I’m feelin’
So please let me just have my way
Can’t you see that I am kneelin’
Poseidon
Poseidon
It’s on you waves, I’m ridin’
I know some way, there’ll come a day
I, with my love abidin’
Until that day, all I can say
I’m glad with me You’re sidin’
Poseidon
Poseidon
You’re the best of all the titans
Page 7
We’ll build a wooden structure
With planks torn from our ships
And place it by their gates
Then we wait for the eclipse
Now I know you all have questions
About how I know these things
But I’ve studied all religions
Foreign Nations, Queens and Kings
Some kingdoms honor Bears
Some worship cats and eagles
Some lions, tigers, bears, “Oh My”
Foxes, wolfs and beagles
Now, these Trojans have one fondness
It stands upon four feet
It feeds upon the grassy plains
And they ride it down their streets
We will build it long and sleek
With a tail tacked to its end
And ears, upon its oblong head
But, with one thing more to send
There, concealed inside its belly
Are those who lie in wait
For the beast to be drawn inside
The Trojan’s massive gates
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So until the sun starts rising
You men must now embark
And assemble the device
While working in the dark
The others on the beach
A distraction will devise
To keep your labor secret
From those Trojan’s prying eyes
Now off with you, behind that mound
I have a party to attend
It’s not often I can have some fun
At the same time to offend
( Troy 1184 BC, The Beach Party )
The Flames of passion darted up
Into the evening air
It made the glittering of sand
Seamed like stars were everywhere
The drums had reached a beat
That made the young men, have to dance
And I’m sure it made The Trojans
Lose control and wet their pants
Page 9
While young men danced on burning sands
Displaying sex appeal
The Greeks would pause and strike a pose
And flex their buns of steel
The Trojans on the wall
Filled with heighten passion soon
Turned their backs and dropped the drawers
Displaying many moons
It seemed as if, we played all night
Now its time to take our chances
Bring forth the horse, and by due course
We all took second glances
The carpenters that worked all night
Had never seen the beast
It was a horrible interpretation
That is to say the least
I should have choose an artist
Much more suited for the task
For instead of building a mighty horse
There stood a giant ass.
No time to make corrections for
The dawn was growing near
We must move without detection
And crawl in through its rear
To be continued...................
Universal sail
Exploring vacuum and snails
In my velvet spoon
Page 10
‘T wasn’t long before we nestled
In the belly of the beast
And we might not all have fit
If it wasn’t for some grease
Demetre was disturbed
By the prodding of a sword
So he said to Val discreetly
You’re not the only one who’s bored
There’s no time to horse around
Or for gaiety of sorts
Until we win this town
There’ll be no more water sports
I had to be very firm
For these men sure like to play
And focus on the reason
We were all crammed in this way
Achilles’ please stop shoving
There’s no room to give you more
And , Philo please wake up
For, I loath to hear you snore
The others on the beach
Have set sail, and left in mass
As I could see so very well
From a crack found in the ass
Page 11 You're Just Busting My Walls
Then just as we expected
The large Gates opened wide
And all those crazy Trojans
Came out, who were inside
Some looked upon my ass
With glee and adoration
While others sot to burn it down
Without investigation
Their highest Priest, now stepped forth
To speak the voice of reason
Don’t you see it is a "Horse"
A gift we should find pleasing
Still others shouted out, awful words
Not worth repeating
And our ass seem in some trouble
As their tempers started heating
It wasn’t long, till it began
The eclipse was right on time
It convinced the unbelievers
That my big ass was divine
They all bowed down to kiss it
It was a spectacle to see
And I’m glad I didn’t miss it
For it was, personal to me
Page 12
My men until this day
Claimed a tear, formed by my eye
And I quickly turned away
So they wouldn’t see me cry
But the moment didn’t last
As we found we were in motion
They tied ropes around my ass
And applied a slippery lotion
Now the wheels had proper grease
And the lines where taunt and tight
They started pulling on my ass
And were using all their might
We were really rolling now
As we headed for the gate
The men got so elated
That they hardly couldn’t wait
When we finally reached the gates
We had to stop a bit
Our structure was too tall
And this big ass, wouldn’t fit
But one of their members
A fricken genus, if I may
Said, lets tear down that portion
Of the wall that’s in the way
Now a word from the Author.
I hope all the readers are familiar
with, Homer's "lliad and the Odyssey"
From which this was inspired.
In addition to what you may remember
of Greek mythology, I would like to add
That the Greek God Aries, presumably
never took sides in war, he was content
to let men fight it out themselves, but
this time, was different, and here is his song....
ARES’S SONG
I was quite content
Never giving my consent
In any godly matter that occurred
Now some don’t think that’s right
Leaving humans left to fight
But to me, all this bickering absurd
I really hate to choose
Who should win and who should lose
But there’s one town that I thoroughly enjoy
I love Troy
I love Troy
I love every Mother’s son
And soldier boy
What a town, just look around
In a minute you’ll be dancing upside down
So much to eat, Oh what a treat
This city is on fire, feel its heat
If you’re going to live it boy
There’s no city like my Troy
I love Troy
I love Troy
I love Troy
Sure, I’m the God of War
But, I never felt this way before
So here, I’ll say it one more time
Though the Gods may stand divided
In my Heart I have decided
There’s no reason, that I should be playing coy
I love Troy!
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It took time to remove
The stones that formed the arch
That’s the place above the gates
Under which their armies marched
But we remained very quite
Observing through the cracks
Drinking bottled wine
And nibbling on some snacks
They finally cleared a way
And opened the gates wide
Then laid their hands upon the ropes
To pull our ass inside
There were times, I felt cunning
And times I felt amused
That men of such intellect
Could fall for such a ruse
But, be it as it may
My concern is only this
To burst out of this ass
And take a good long p**s
I know what you’re thinking
And I’d like to keep it clean
But as you know how stories go
I have to paint the scene
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When they got us in the city
There was music in the air
The Trojan started dancing
Food and drink were everywhere
There were pigs biting apples
Above the flames formed in a pit
With every sort of creature
They could skewer upon a spit
Oh, and wine flowed from fountains
And confections by the score
The soldiers ate and drank
Till they couldn’t feast , no more
Their priest stopped by at midnight
To bless our parting gift
And I christened it myself
If you kinda catch my drift
It was early morning hours
When the last ones fell to sleep
So we opened up the hatch
And we began to creep
Down a rope, we slid slowly
To the ground we made our way
To the gates that we must open
At last I’ll have the day
To be continued..............
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They do not move a muscle
Nor give unto their fears
But contemplate their carnage
Have you even not, one tear
Had I known you like I do now
You wicked callous beast
I never would have shown you
That my heart was in your reach
When the first drop of precious blood
Impacts upon this ground
I swear I’ll not forgive you
And by the Gods I’ll strike you down
But could we not turn, this tide
And you and I once more
Find the love sent from about
And do, as we adore
NO, cause you insist to make my wish
Lie broken on the floor
And wear a glove while touching love
Just like a filthy whore
Don’t think the Gods won’t notice
You’re defiled and you’re sick
By using love to hide behind
To pull this dirty trick
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Ah, to one trick there’s another
And I possess my share
Be patience and I’ll show you
What can happen to your lair
With cunning and with cruelty
My counsel will evoke
A very cunning plan
That would make Poseidon choke
I will converse, with Apollo
To have the sun replace the moon
So therefore catch a tan
If it’s possible, by noon
Then I’ll call on my Seamstress
To sew me something smart
With these hand made silver boots
This is Fashion’s off the charts
Of course all my solders
Will be dressed up in their best
Tunics will be optional
And so might the rest
We will decorate the beach
With a bonfire and some torches
So the enemy can watch
While they’re lounging on their porches
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Send a ship down to the tropics
I think seafood would be nice
And one up to the artic
To fetch all some ice
I know some Greek dancing songs
We’ll get the band to play
And I’ll maybe sing a solo
To melt, their hearts away
Cause no one, but no one
Puts a party on like me
And makes the end to every war
A spectacle to see
When things start dieing down
Very late at night
We all crawl to our ships
And we’ll put out the lights
We give them the impression
We’re all drunk and going home
This should make them feel relieved
That we’re leaving them alone
But that is when we pull
The oldest trick, found in the book
With a sinister contraption
This deception’s off the hook
To Be Continued.................
>Space oddity or what?
Technology has advanced down here.
By down here, I mean, on planet Earth.
We are all living peacefully.
No poor people do I see.
Bet you wonder where I be?
‘Dragon, stop messing about.
Listen to me. I’m the boss.
If not I’ll tell you to, ‘go to sleep.’
Phew that worked! Now let me just peek.
Golly is that first verse, Dragon’s words.
Have you read anything so absurd?
At peace, no poor were can he be?
None of that on Earth, I see.
In fact, technology, if that’s the word.
Is exploring space, not my world?
With a spaceship that’s 2 cm high.
I wonder who is that size and can fly.
I guess one day real soon.
They’ll have a base on the moon.
Then send all the bad men there.
Of course they will need some breathable air.
Do they know there is no air there?
Best spend that spare money here instead.
Of wasting it on space I said.
Overpopulated Earth might be.
But terrorists keep population numbers down.
Might be why they are around.
As the more people they kill you know.
Mean less mouths to feed, it does just so.
Then there are bombs from the air.
And landmines on the Earth don’t care.
Who they kill one and all.
Perhaps I will be the next to fall.
But bless technology will rescue me.
By reducing me to the size of a flea.
I could then enter that 2 cm spaceship so.
Off this planet Earth I could then go.
Way up high into the sky.
Pass along into space.
Leave the universe we all know.
Into another one I don’t know.
Then after many years travelling up here.
Enter another atmosphere.
No doubt I will be back here.
In something like one million years.
And bless, I have gone back in time.
Back to Earth, I know it’s mine.
Large dinosaurs roam the land.
All looks peaceful, I’ve circled around.
No sign of humans can be found.
So I guess it’s safe to land.
‘Wake up Dragon,’ I have done.
Now you can have your fun.
Print correct on screen, what I have done.
Have a nice day everyone.
As the year is now 3001.
I guess now the world, has just again, begun.
Have fun.'
This poem was inspired by the invention of the minute microchip camera space ship man has invented to hopefully explore where man will never go. Perhaps!<
He’s a strange kinda guy,
even he wouldn’t challenge that assertion
When you see him, you sense
something’s a bit off
But don’t bother asking him,
his appearance will tell you why
Wearing clothes that don’t color coordinate;
his socks are always either Oxford or silk,
and his bow ties are never fully clipped
He likes to arrange his peas and carrots
neatly in a row on his plate
And he feels strongly
that it’s a
necessary thing to discuss personal hygiene
on the first date
Mister Oddity is he ...
Head scratcher as a Mad Hatter can be
Trying to figure him out
will drive you crazy
He likes to mumble important reminders to himself;
he don’t mind taking a tumble,
pumping his cardio up from really getting after a ref
He’s an odd fellow indeed,
he’s a hard one to read
Sometimes his speech may not make sense to you and me,
and often at night he likes to talk to the owls in the tree
Apart from that,
he’s perfectly abnormal, absolutely
Mister Oddity,
lives strange and quite irregularly
But the one thing he loves to boast about the most
is his peculiar longevity:
He says he was born on the thirty third day
of the thirteenth month,
in the year
when Earth's second moon floated away
in the cosmic sea
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^Floating^
^Weightless^
Ground control
^^disengaged^^
^I am now alone^
^Yet, voices I hear^
^^^^Visions I see^^^^
^Happy times, smiles^
@@@@My family@@@@
@@@I am not alone@@@
@@@I have thought@@@@
@ @@I have consciousness@
@No, must be my imagination@
@@Technology is amazing@@@
Space shuttle?
Life line?
I am saved
My chicken has been flickin'
Her feathers in the hay
The cattle waged a battle
In their field the other day
A turkey feeling perky
Jumped up and ran away
Feeling daft, I laughed and laughed,
That's all I've got to say.
Amidst the enigmatic tides of time, peculiar occurrences unfold
As light withdraws, distant and aloof, leaving shadows to elongate
The sun's standstill seems to stretch eternity, casting deeper shades
Breath, once warm within the breast, crystallizes into icy blocks
Fear's scorching touch dissolves the flesh from fragile bones
In this epoch of strangeness, the valley plunges like a voracious grave
Souls descend like autumn leaves, fluttering from a withered tree
Their destiny entwined with ash's embrace, and dust's eternal slumber
The gaping yawn, a maw of hunger, akin to a ravenous beast
In this curious epoch, fear slips through the gates, a murderer of sleep
Once towering towers of prayers crumble to fragments, lost and adrift
Taking flight akin to bats fleeing from infernal flames' embrace
Judgment, akin to a patient vulture, observes and waits in the shadows
In this cryptic moment, That One stands at the door, a relentless knocker
No invitation sought, entering like a divine lord, to demand retribution
Even for debts not yet due, leaving one stripped and empty-minded
In these inexplicable times, our essence eludes illumination
No, not when anarchy ascends its throne, and sin thrives with delight
Even faith wanders like a spectral specter, seeking solace and redemption
Pleading for a stake to pierce its heart, to know some form of release
EASTER 2018: A SPACE ODDITY
Two thousand eighteen a space oddity of sorts.
We’ve beamed back to my home, dear Scotty.
Dynamic duo of entertaining sisters on cruise, in airports.
I’ve called up the past, for a sprinkling of Easter esprit.
Hmm...hummingbird cake, what a delectable dessert to bake.
Not from the sunny South, but I think I’m up to the task.
Sure, I’m not skilled, but this New York gal will whip up a fake,
tutored by Southern Living magazine and a flavorful wine flask.
Mom’s recipes, stained by long ago use, for pressurized pork chops
along with a rich casserole: potatoes, eggs, heavy and sour cream,
Italian bread crumbs sprinkled on top. Coming over early, Mom and Pops.
I’m an adequate cook, but it’s superlative to have a backup team.
Children, grandkids, my brother and wife, will bring their specialties —
smiles, food, and a whole lot of chaos and fun. How blessed I am!
And the buds and the flowers cheer us on after the long Winter freeze.
We will host this Resurrection celebration, then collapse as all scram.
3/30/2018
Cecilia Hopkins-Drewer’s Easter 2018 Contest
I was born in the odds,
I lived through it,
dotted the lines on my path
I was born among hyenas,
these scrambling to stiffen the last breath,
Amidst hurts and hate first from home,
A lot cast in mirage and fantasies,
Hope too soon cut short,
Survival, a struggle,
Unexplainable Fratricidal warfare,
The closer in blood, the more bloodier,
A race without consent
A badge of calumny,
Shot on the heels like Achilles,
Bore cruelty from innocence to adulthood,
Unending miasma, the debacles of a short existence,
Abandoned, secluded,
for reaction occasioned by their own bile,
Childhood stolen,
set on a slippery path as they watch a peradventure slide to my ill.
From ambuscade, they drew their swords,
Their arrows bathed in blood unabated,
Aiming at my marrows,
I groan and mourn in the dark,
Enemies as friends monitoring,
Friends as enemies watching.
This path not by Choice.
I lived through it,
A thousand bands of beasts assaulting,
Into this war, enlisted.
I was born there, buoyed by troubadour,
Somewhere in Africa,
My right are taken away from me,
Where laws are drafted by criminals,
Where the police pay themselves on the streets,
Where certificate are mere papers with payments,
I was born there ,
Where criminals are protected and sanity deemed madness,
Somewhere in West Africa
where compassion is extinct
The survival of the fittest,
Street boys kills to survive,
Scholars abandon politics to simpleton,
Where the brightest are critics and cadres prevents the ambitious
I live there,
Where certificate is a document to escape,
Lawyers now charge and bail for survival,
Doctors protesting like urchins
Poets selling cosmetics,
bankers riding "Okada",
Amongst drug peddlers,
Amongst cultist,
Where clergymen induce the gullible,
In this cage we call country.
I was born there.