Best Peculiarity Poems
I don't, and probably won't
know the truth of her fate,
I don't know whether she left us,
but I do remember her well.
Tall, slim, quiet and shy,
I remember her deep orange hair,
and an awkward prettiness that grew.
But more than the sight of her,
and the lack of sound of her,
I remember a peculiarity.
She was there every day,
and then she was not there
almost every day.
Many I've seen since
and suddenly not seen since.
Each had their own story,
stories that I'll never know.
I don't, and probably won't
know the truth of their fate.
We chattered with amusement,
callous or unknowing,
when she appeared for a day at a time.
A day at a time,
two, maybe three times a year
for a year-and-half or two.
Later I heard a whisper,
dread disease, it said,
and it all made nasty sense.
Moments past midnight I awoke
to the horrible understanding
that perhaps she wanted only
to feel normal for a day.
11th August 2018
loose, lacy, white - a flowing blouse
the muse left clues in green-gray eyes
an outlier near the lighthouse-ocean
the seabreeze salty and windswept
foreshadowing of quill and paper
before she knew what to say
before the euphoria of surf
leapt up and touched her fingertips
before she learned to grasp
shadows and shapes, beyond the pale
moon and muted sun
dandelion seeds and towering
sunflowers kissed the blue sky
she’s a mere child, shy and unseen
seeded by the realm of poets
that came before her
the unknowns with journals
antique paper with vanishing ink
the poets with landscapes
that look out of their lighthouses
and see potential
perspicuity, peculiarity
themselves as a child
and open the window
let the little girl get a taste
of ebb and flow, pen and ink
Here's an ode I preserved for you in a poetically postured pose,
Particularly by my peculiarity of winding words with such prose.
Avail to the thesauri, and lexically thy dexterity shall enhance,
And uncover the meaning within this poem if you chance.
If ye choose to not peruse the prose within this poesy parlance,
A song I'll sing, a portrait I'll paint, or perhaps a jig I'll gaily dance.
Hither reader! Why not absolve thyself from an abstrusely crafted code?
For I warn that tedium and pomp onomasticon from thus unload.
If ye choose to peruse the prose within my cryptic poem,
Mind my method of muddling words to enclose what you must open.
Acquiesce a cumpulsory capacity for cryptology,
To bring from beneath what brews within this jambalaya of symbology.
First you must learn what it means for words to be encrypted,
A simple use of the alphabet on which the letters in words are shifted.
Give each letter from A to Z a number; one to twenty-six:
A mathematical use of Roman numeral, an ancient coding trick.
Now write a sentence, plain words: plaintext,
Try it now to learn what's next.
The letter within a name, such as Aileen,
Read: one, nine, twelve, five, five, fourteen.
Pick a word: a key you use to change,
The name Aileen to something strange.
Now you must learn what it means for words to be decrypted,
An ambitious mode to decode a code that an encryption has restricted.
What Is Really Beauty?
Date: Sun, Dec 27 2015 at 12:26 AM
I don't you really know what is Beauty
It's not Make up your Body or Jewelry
No need for Insecurities
No matter the thoughts of those that Oppose to your Humility
Or your Dignity
Because you are created by divinity
Suffient of the Imagery of the Creators Periphery
For to be the Mother of The livingly Entities
But I stuck mystically in the Mysteries
Cause Beauty isn't Just Skin Deep
It's your Smile, your Heart, your Soul Spiritually
Never let me take away your Confidence
Cause you are all A Goddess
An your Body isn't trash to be Abolished
Or to be use for this Man's Tolerance
Of you being Accepted in his Conference
But Sex sells in this world as A Profit
Your Womanlyhood should be Acknowledged
An Respected an not Disrespected by a Fools Conscious
You don't need Perms Cause These Chemicals is Toxins
From the Man to benefit cause the roots in the Soil
Of the Soul of your Hair is Natural Oils
To Let the Hair Grow
Keep yourself well Groomed
An you'll Bloom
Cause you a Flower in a Room
Meteor showers by the Moon
Beauty is Your Eyes
That's bright like the Sky
Bright as the Stars in the Heaven
Never be shy to Hide or be Afraid of your Size
Be humble an Surmise the pride
Of those that's not Accepting
A Man was to be the Protector of the Earth's Protection
I just spreading the Message
What is really Beauty
It just Includes Me
An Confuses Me
It's really Peculiarity
Strange but it doesn't Humor Me
It Illumines Me
Not speaking the truth Accuses me
So im speaking the truth fluently
Cause I'm Angry furiously
Wondering Curiously
Do you understand Beauty that usually you don't see
some want tell what's truth from the fruits of the peach
To play the Music That Speaks
Listen to the Tunes of the Beat
My Voice Cause I'm with Beauty & I'm a Beast
Like a Lion you see the Beauty in the Nature
Women are so Beautiful they Beauty they should Savor
Because these fools Scrutinies can turn you into a Ugly Azalea
It's alot of Beauty in you but I'm running out of time
But I know the meaning of Beauty you will Find
While strolling through the graveyard the other day, I was drawn,
To a host of stones with creative and pithy epitaphs etched thereon!
Such flowing poetic verse is deemed worthy of recording for posterity,
Due to its peculiarity, sincerity, rarity and macabre hilarity!
"Here lies Gus riddled with lead! The high sheriff shot him dead!"
"He brewed the finest booze in the county! 'Til a G-man shot him for the bounty!"
"From his horse Red was throwed! He was the finest feller we ever knowed!"
"His jealous spouse cut short his life! With a twelve-inch butchering knife!"
"She slipped on a derelict banana peel! The bump on her noggin failed to heal!"
"He failed to slow down and swerve! Lost his nerve and missed the curve!"
"If you think this place has no appeal! How the heck do you think I feel?"
"Here lies the late bullfighter Umberto! He was fatally gored by el toro!"
"Clyde owns this piece of real estate! Or that's what he claims, at any rate!"
"Barnstormer Barney has flown the coop! He failed to negotiate an outside loop!"
"Cowpoke Pete has bit the dust! From his wild cayuse he was abruptly thrust!"
"A slug ended the career of gambler Steve! Seems he had some aces up his sleeve!"
"Too much cholesterol is how he met his fate! Docs warned him but 'twas too late!"
"She met her doom skating on the ice! Tried to do the triple axel thrice!"
"He always enjoyed a nickel cigar! Alas, his flame died out due to too much tar!"
"Upon my stone let no bird alight! Should that happen, please clean off the blight!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Pt. 2
with her a tray of stack flapjacks, crisp bacon, and a foam cup filled to the rim with apple juice. I remember that she came once before, and I was glad to see her again. Her face was without concerning lines, and she had a pleasant aura about her.
I was exceedingly voracious, and so she didn't need to encourage me to eat.
She too disappeared through the steel portal, but this time dolly and I followed her.
On the other side , there were large and small numerous forms of peculiarity.
The brightness of the sun penetrated through a large window and freely occupy the rooms.
The populace was shepherd by stiff characters.
Dolly and I felt out of sort, yet flashes of memories of this place stole into my encephalon.
One of the stiff characters rushed towards me and ushered me to another large peculiar room. I was frail against her strength. She placed dolly in a wet chair in the room. Dolly gazed at the floor, and I could not see the pain in her face, but felt her misery.
The stiff character, who had the shape of an immense melon, removed my clothes and shoved me under a shower head. The pressure of the tepid water soothed the long raw abrasions on my body, in which I had no memories of how they came about.
With fresh raiment and dolly in my arms, I felt anew and I willingly let the stiff character lead me back into the population. With the stiff character at my side , I walked the grounds and fed the geese that waddled onto the thick lawn. Greedily I inhaled the scents of magnolia trees and azalea bushes.
The events of the day were quick and hearty meals. The tear of the day came when I was swept back into her world.
*****
I clawed at my arms and struggle against the unwanted phantom of my despair.
He called himself my originator, the ruler of my existence, and he proved his power over me routinely. I am ignorant to the start and the reason of his savage encroachment of my body and mind.
As far as I can remember this world that I lived in has been an eternity.
SPRING VOICES
April’s peculiarity
With its choir of breezy voices
Telling what has been
Is now
Will be
That which has been hidden
Emerging like a hand
Spreading color
Freshness over the land
Resurrection
New life
This upward thrust of nature’s will
Her promise of abundance fulfilled
LOVE-LUST-LOST
I REALLY LOVE TO SAY TO
YOU.....
I REALLY WISH TO SAY IN
MANY
WORDS TO YOU.....
I REALLY IN MA
SINCERITY
WANT TO FACE YOU......
BUT WHO CARES WHAT I
SAY TO
WHAT I DO?
WHO CARES WHAT YOU
WANT
TO WHAT I FEEL?
WHO CARES MA
INSPIRATIONS
TO MA DESPIRATIONS?
WHO CARES WHAT I FACE
TO
WHAT I FEEL?
LOVE I KNOW IS
AFFECTION AND
NOT DEFFECTION..
LOVE I KNOW IS
INSPIRATION
AND NOT DESPIRATION....
WHAT IS THE BEAUTY IN
LOVE
FILLED WITH PRETENCE?....
WHAT VALUE SHOULD I
PLACE
ON A LOVE BASE ON
INSINCERITY?....
WHEN THE GLORY OF OUR
HEART IS IN-ADHERE TO
PECULIARITY.....
LOVE AND LUST UNDEFINED
MEANING.....
PASSION AND THOUGHT THE
BEAUTY IN EVERY
DREAMING.......
DESIRE AND ADMIRE
UNBELIEVABLY HEART
INQUIRES......
TELL ME YOUR HEART
WITHOUT
ANY STORY APART....
TELL ME WHAT YOU FEEL
WITHOUT MAKING THE
BEST
FOOL OUT OF ME....
IN SINCERITY I KNOW YOU
WERE
MADE OUT OF ME....
BUT TRUE LOVE IS BEYOND
WHAT ANY HEART CAN
SPIT....
IS BEYOND WHAT ANY
MOUTH
CAN CHEAT....
IS BEYOND WHAT MA
HAND CAN
GRAB,BEYOND FADING
IMAGINATION.....BEYOND
ANY
MOUTH
SPITRATION....BEYOND
ANY
ART
DISCRIPTION....BEYOND
ANY
HEART
PROVISION.....BEYOND
WHAT I MAY MENTION.......
BELIEVE ME,I ADMIRE
YOUR
BEAUTY.....I DESIRE YOUR
DIGNITY
WITH SINCERITY BUT TRUE
LOVE,YET I FOUND BEYOND
YOUR
PRODUCTIVITY,,,IF NOT FOR
ANYTHING BUT FOR THE
REALITY......
A poem tribute to the lady caught hanging at the window of the concert hall during the Paris carnage.
Help ! I'm pregnant.
She was perilously clutching
Tooth and nail to the castrated window
She thought would harbor her panic
And placate her disarray
Bellowing her throat out
Ripping out the numbness of the scene
Please help ! Help !
I'm conjuring your chivalry
Help me salvage my asylum
Conquer anew my shield
Convalesce my autonomy
Safeguard my peculiarity
Withstand my chastity
Help ! I'm pregnant
I'm gravid with nativity inside my bursting gut
Gusto indoors my veins
Don't let bête noir
Torpedo our culture,propagate abhorrence
Pilfer our grin,
Terminate our jubilation
The aftermath of our salvation
Is every inch in your hands
Is inside my conceiving belly
So lend me your hands ....
Life is consciousness
All encompassing
In each realm
That is
Upon earth
Related to man
In the third density
Vital life breath is love
Love employs no force
Allows us to choose
From Gunas* three
Our life path
At the bottom
Tamas or stupor
Feels separate, inert
Sadly, dwells in darkness
Shift to interconnectedness
Propelled by Rajas desire
With sporadic empathy
Love flame flickers
Sattva Guna
Head-heart meld
Compassion blossoms
One with God-consciousness
Oh hermit, as we may see
All is already enabled
Love door is open
Just walk in
22-February-2021
* Guna (Sanskrit) is a concept in Hinduism and Sikhism, which can be translated as "quality, peculiarity, attribute, property". ... These three Gunas are called: Sattva (goodness, calmness, harmonious), Rajas (passion, activity, movement), and Tamas (ignorance, inertia, laziness). All of these three Gunas are present in everyone and everything, it is the proportion that is different, according to Hindu worldview. The interplay of these Gunas defines the character of someone or something, of nature and determines the progress of life. ~ Source Wikipedia
F Form - Free Verse- New - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme word: Life
What adorable creatures of habit we are
from our daily sweet routines we never stray far
When a wrench is thrown in our time honored gladness
it brings about a delightful madness
To be odd, to make strange, upset the rituals
to do what is different, to make it habitual
Watch as the masses they squirm and condemn
watch as the comfort is drawn out from them
Watch them stammer with fury when you ask “why not? It's fun”
as they answer, robotic, with a silly “simply not done”
The foolish, the simple, the ones with closed and set minds
have no just reasoning to tell what “correct” should define
What adorable creatures of habit they are
from their daily routines they never stray far
When I throw a wrench in their time honored regularity
I watch the madness spread; the sweet peculiarity
FELICIA (dedicated to the efforts of all on the HIV/AIDS scourge)
Rapturous ecstasy emanates from the town
Everyone, everywhere spoke of this damsel
She has just newly packed into town
Gossips could be seen around in their clusters:
"Who is she and where is she from?"
More to that, like a magnetic attraction
Felicia draws the attention of residents to herself
Wives are holding tight to their husbands;
The surely of Felicia is surely a threat.
Not even with her skimpy skirts and dresses
Felicia cuts the image of an angel
With her flawless grammar and sense of humour
The bulge of her regions make lookers apopletic
Her steps typify the menacing walk of a cat
She has all it takes for men to turn around
Society people want to have a taste of her
Women desire her to boost their ego
The mighty, the influential and intellectual inclusive
A King once offered her half of his kingdom
A Governor dangled a mouth-watering contract
A Vice Chancellor even offered her 'Medicine Admission'
Felicia suddenly became cheap and accessible
Initial ego and applause faded into thin air
She went up for the Goliaths to chew,
She came down for the crawling to lick.
She offered her body, a ransom for all
Promiscous men were happy to have their fill
Gloom, sorrow and tears soon pervaded the town
The toll of death was rising by the day
Surviving men depict postures of 'Somalian famine'
Their blood almost drained to the marrows
There was a peculiarity in their deaths
Only those who pitched tents with Felicia are victims
Soon the mist began to clear
I then could see beyond the ordinary
I'd ransacked every material available for clarity
The word of knowledge then came from ABOVE
The second name of FELICIA is AIDS
(c) WP May 1999
the big P
it was in it’s own proud prominence
the path that entered your world
innocent
ruled by beast
brawn
blood
pressed in tensile tension
awakening in sleep
asleep in wakening
a one note song
spewed from a
two sphered voice
spiraling into the fulcrum
of your fecundity
it was in it’s own stuttering singularity
a part pieced partly from
paltry presumptions
petulant pursuits
penetrating into palsy
perturbed then pallid
plucked
pruned
passed
into peculiarity
punctured
pitied
perplexed
into perpetuity
trapped in pubescent possibility
perambulating at the periphery
of your heart
just beyond the miracle
of profundity.
Seems that with nearly every purchase nowadays for a fee,
Sales representatives want to sell you an extended warranty!
I reckon that's fine should you purchase a washing machine or car,
But the warranty that I was offered today I thought quite bizarre!
A warranty for a disposable camera didn't make a whole lot of sense!
I bought it at the Post Exchange for four dollars and ninety-five cents!
The cashier rang it up and I was dazzled at what the computer displayed!
"For ten bucks you can buy a warranty for the purchase you just made!"
I ain't the keenest guy around, but I considered such a deal a peculiarity!
I astutely deduced, "Gee, I can buy two cameras for the cost of said warranty!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
It is a peculiarity of Love’s mossy light
that once, hapless rocks drowning in their days
would be overthrown by Love’s destructive plight
and smooth-whiskered words its song to soothe
in the belly of the whale its secrets brew.
In the aftermath of glow the pilgrims kneel
counting the bars of its serenading calm
as fire, trapped by beauty, mistakes its zeal
for something more than willing victims choose
and fans condemn themselves to breeze.
It’s nothing, but its something, and tired hope
endures, cradling every Cupid with a wish.
The vapours thin exposing every dusty mote
and pretend or not, all hearts will sometimes need
the mercy of their first and final love, never dimmed.
A visit, spectral angels cavaliering through the night
bringing blessings not condemned to wane,
flowers falling in love with their own petalled sight
bearing fragrance not descriptive like a name,
all that’s true would only call itself “Increase”.
The spring is fine as nectar to the flower brings
though all condensed and jealous of the Fall,
epic time is taken so all Eternity can sing
and clip the butterfly into shapes more lovely -
what delicate work! When love begins it’s sigh
far from where it once stood burning, a lush
constraint remains where freedom’s glove is lost
walking down its harbour, past the moveless thrush
and the crow all dead from drought, the rain will cease
and Love will change to tear, rolling back to moss.
The painter wild, the poet crazed all beyond his grasp,
what jealous combination, what charisma!
That together in a different stage marriage would outlast
the spikes and needles of despairing dim machinery
driving metal into hearts of soft enigma.
Seasons turn and all that makes us sober stays
safely tucked inside Betrayal’s chamber;
Reason roots itself in the soil of Love’s eternal fun.
Its sharp and pearly fingers, shaded from all danger,
can grant us mooned medallions to reflect the Sun.
The devil goes, the angel stays around in secret
ringed in haloed words of beauty’s whispered tale.
The two, not permitted by circumstantial thrall
to enter communion’s sweet redeeming place….
Love supports itself to fail, just to rise above it all.
Copyright. 2009. JLM.