Best Peculiar Poems

The polystyrene waves whip the sea of earth on

a Spring tide as the crows nonchalantly look on  

patiently waiting for the styrene spray to uncover 

the fishes of  the dusty dry earth to feed  their young....

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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
They must have been drinking
My nickname of Jack saved the day and made a big diff!


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Peculiar Petunia was very strange indeed,
I mean how many six-year-olds would choose to wear tweed?
On the first day of school, in an effort to impress,
Petunia chose a hand-woven olive green dress,
The other little girls wore lace in pink and red,
But Petunia knew the value of...

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Beneath a starlit sky
of an early tranquil night
A solo pianist sits
in the middle of a quiet valley

A lost swan,waddles by
in a forbidden lake
Seeking reflections
as moonbeams cast their glow
upon the lone man's silhouette.

'Pull off your mask '
He heard her say
as She glided towards him
in a smooth...

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A Peculiar Life


Nothing is miracle to me
Clock doesn’t belong to me
I’m always on my chime
Who made diurnal and nocturnal? 
You or your forefathers?
Or, progenitors or those stars and planets?
Who, why and where, begin and vanish?

As a bubble in the ocean upon my womb
All are my...

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Was my life just a wish
I hid between the pages of survival

And even though the Universal source of all
Granted me this gift

This singular precious life
Did I search instead to be the worthiness of heaven

Did I judge all my actions
By the prison bars of hell

And see...

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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...

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It was, perhaps, the perfect place to watch
the storm roll into the eastern boundaries.
Too far inland to be submerged, the swatch
of land was close enough for the fierce breeze.
Come night, the sky had already darkened
to black, hours before, and bright flashes
illuminated the landscape. Pretend
Lightening, there...

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In the quaint darkness I hear these whispers,
my mood peculiar by the moon...
arcane eyes transcend a flame fluttering there,
near the window pane candle's light burns,
turns my thought to dimensions that dwindle
like a solemn spindler's yarn of silky weaves 
of conceived creation by the swindler's hands...

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One day a petulant pomegranate was racing around, hardly listening anymore tho the pips inside. But the pips inside were full and bursting with wisdom ready to impart upon other passing fruits and veg. But not meat. That was already dead really so no new...

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RIGHT TO BE PECULIAR

To each it’s own
Different ways and means
Is individuality.
It could be somehow a preference
But making the  difference
Perhaps a  right or privilege.

With all indications
Introduced them  a direction
Also has it  incidentally.
It may come though a coincidence
But it may emerge
The body has...

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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...

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A peculiar name 
Is not the same
As any other name

You may say
Any other rose
By a different name
Smells the same
But not necessarily 
Nay, nay

A peculiar name
Such as mine
Encases the embodiment
Of joy and refine
Not to mention
The lovely scent of pine

A name can define
A life or a line
But...

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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...

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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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