Best Quirkiness Poems
Farewell, au revoir, goodbye, convivial summer.
The day is late now, and the breeze is warmer.
A vacant ocean-side barricaded motel.
Wild geese are soon flying in lines as well.
Vacation homes drop their literate barricades.
This rich sweeping green tone will soon fade.
In this season, buds and fruits are abundant.
Melons and garden load are ardent.
Tanned skin, sailboats, and folded linen suits.
When the world is more positive than disputes,
Pollen irritates the sinuses of sensitive patients.
Now they've fled to the farm, the coast nascent.
Stop their passing endeavor at escape.
The Ferris wheel in LEGOLAND is agape.
The Cape no longer trades in quirkiness.
A glum family descends from the murkiness.
To welcome their offspring back from camp.
Mature year, scarlet maple boughs, raised scamp.
Sunburned shoulders disappear at summer's end.
Goodbye to the peasant's headband.
Goodbye storms and dirty white shoes.
Goodbye summer friends, pants, shorts, and cruse.
Farewell, tennis peculiar desire to be difficult.
Farewell picnics, ice tea, and plane trips, munificent.
Written: August 19, 2022
Categories:
quirkiness, analogy, appreciation, beauty, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
It may be just a portion
Perhaps a small detail
To get your fire scorching
Or lift your deceiving veil
One tenth of a second
The pressure of my finger
A tangible gift beckoned
It will forever linger
My quirkiness is a blessing
Oddness birthed beauty
Ingredients in my dressing
Don't harm, but rather suit me
I don't anticipate riches
At least, not by formal currency
My prize is within the stitches
Sewn together for you to see
I'm humbled by the art
I have the pleasure of showing
On your wall, Pieces of my heart
A gift that keeps bestowing
Categories:
quirkiness, art,
Form:
Rhyme
Computers, quirky
Computers on a network
Are quirkiness squared
Categories:
quirkiness, computer,
Form:
Haiku
If you believe in numbers,
then the evidence is in ...
and we all know that numbers don't lie
Mr. Forty-six Percent President,
popular opinion ain't the reason why
you're moving into the White House
Numbers can make you sick sometimes
when they don't jibe with reality
Seems you got well,
running a hot, 304 electoral fever
Made all the talking heads swell,
as you recovered,
and the media became the casualty
The numbers don't tell the truth,
as least like they're suppose to
I got over 65 million reasons why,
suggesting numbers indeed do lie
If you don't believe what I'm saying,
it probably because you're inaugurally in shock
But that's okay,
more therapeutic numbers for you I got
That old, rickety populist bus
got nearly three millions votes left in the dust
Yet somehow that clunker crossed the finish line first,
I guess you win by coming in reverse
Never mind what the numbers say ...
though the loser had two percent more,
just shuffle the one man, one vote straight out the backdoor
I'm really trying
to give this quirkiness a positive spin
But it's really hard
to make sense of it all
by the raw numbers that came in
So don't believe in numbers ...
they're lying to you,
my vagabond voting friend
The joker is the trump card,
it beats any number for the win
Categories:
quirkiness, angst, math, political, truth,
Form:
Verse
I'm looking at your shadow
It is cast bigger than what is your truth
The curve of your breasts accentuated,
your contour smooth as it gently glides down towards your hips,
rounding your buttocks to perfect proportions and your thighs just right.
Your calves perfect as they wind down to your dainty feet.
What it doesn't show is that your lower lip
slightly larger than the upper,
when coaxed, parts to reveal an endearing tooth gap
trademarking your smile...
The striations on your breasts and abdomen
from where you nurtured your baby
even before its first breath of life,
to a perfect being of reasoning and effort.
The slight outgrowth on your big toe
passed down from generation to generation,
brought forth and as your predecessors
toiled and tilled the soil that now claims you.
It is a shame indeed, that it does not show your eyes,
deep set and cast like smooth, molten chocolate and just as soft.
Bejeweled with a spark of curiosity and quirkiness completely your own
As your thick lashes fan out of your skin,
often trapping tears that represent your big heart
Why hide in your perfect shadow ,when imperfections reveal the beauty of a life uniquely yours?
Claim it, own it, Live it...
Categories:
quirkiness, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
The sheep in the nearby pasture
Heard what the cows had done
In the building of their rocket ship
And they too wanted one
A few of them shaved for pocket money
Black market wool brings a hefty price
While some went out to Las Vegas
To try their luck at the roll of the dice
First thing they did with the money
Was to spring for Sherman's release
The only one in the family to go to Harvard
Though it was for experiments on his mind which apparently they fleeced
Right away they noticed something odd about Sherman
Something that just wasn't quite right
But passed it off as genius quirkiness
And let that idea slide by
They told Sherman what it was they wanted
Said he had a mad...um...master plan
All the sheep turned and Baaa'd together
What was that, that he just said?
For weeks all they heard was banging and clanging
From inside their farmers shed
The only activity they saw outside
The massive delivery of Dominos crazy bread
One day the shed doors flew wide open
There stood Sherman as mad as acid rain
No doubt among the sheep in the pasture
He was Bonkers, Loony, Loopy...okay Sherman's insane
As he drug his creation into the open
Not a one in the crowd uttered a word
Till little Bobby Black Sheep spoke up and said
Is that a cows udder?...is that what they think that they just herd?!
Sherman took that moment of bewilderment
To swing onto udder #4
Strapping himself inside of his contraption
And shooting off for the stars
Sherman is still up there circling the planet
Did you hear about the phenomenon in Spain?
Just the other day something amazing there happened
There was the pouring of milk instead of rain...
But we know how that miracle happened
And that it came from the udders galore
Cause when your traveling through space like Sherman
What else would udders be for
Just heard from the Pigs...
They too want a piece of this action...
Categories:
quirkiness, funny, humor, drug,
Form:
Free verse
blub big blue blazing
bedazzling boisterous
brilliant beacon bright
pulsar pulsates
projecting prominently
pinpoint precisely
quixotic quasars
quintillion quarks quirkiness
quantum quintessence
wind whirl waves
watery whirlpool
wreckage washed-up
whimsical weasel
waterfall weathered willow
wilderness walk
zoo zebra zip
zealous zoologist
zeal zen
villas villages
vestige views valley vinca
vacation venues
Categories:
quirkiness, animal, inspiration, inspirational, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Serious Sibling Subluxation...
Rapprochement Somewhat Salvaged Dislocation
This trademark ungainly, unsightly,
and unwieldy title essentially
huzzah mask ***** aid,
and accentuates tendency
(mine) to administer
reverent unpretentious yawping,
sans (asper thy usual)
wordy, nutty,
and gallimaufry charade,
though pointed lament
decries copious blather,
which awareness (in tandem
with better angels)
prevail upon sesquipedalian
quirkiness, might be
in my best interest to evade
leaving an unsuspecting
readers psychologically frayed,
and without doubt prematurely
finds same haired grayed,
akin to experience dramatic,
and sudden onset of progeria
hence, a concerted effort
will be orchestrated, i.e.made
fur me tabby
conscientiously choosing
modus operandi
to mute trumpeting,
associated with this one man
faltering hit parade,
hence, an intent to write
more clearly,
cogently, and creditably
qua more understand
able to in vite,
subsequently witnessing, an
increased authorial fan
base, and unite
easy to comprehend
intelligent conversation,
and/or share something trite,
anyway, thee impetus regarding
risking emailing
a younger sister,
where spite led to
dissolution, nee cessation
of brotherly
linkedin communication
engendered me to a right
emotional estrangement,
principally augmented
(thank you very much) by me,
viz in sum avoidance behavior
(purring, loping,
and humming along) quite
familiarly, easily, (no matter
discontentedly), alas and alack
moment seemed apropos
for this only bro
their to allow, enable,
and proffer selflessness -
pushing ego
(mine) aside and attempt to go
for the gusto hoe
embarking, kickstarting, and
resolving upon
reasonable resolutions
to convey persevere re-establishing
cordiality, despite misgivings
toward Shari Todd
(thee family member in question).
Categories:
quirkiness, 8th grade, deep, growing
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
First thing I do is check the date
Good thru two thousand eighty five
Haven't had a can this fresh
Since Calvin Coolidge was alive
You can call it quirkiness
Each time I give the top a thump
Best way to tell if it's perfectly jelled
To the consistency that I love
If you know what I'm taking about
Well right you are and yes I am
That delectable treat of mystery meat
Known around the world as A Can Of Spam
Spam only comes in one savory flavor
King of canned meat there is only one
You remember long after your dining pleasure
By the amount of film left on your tongue
Do as I do and save the lid
A smart move you would be making
Comes in handy after dining
To help along with the tongue scraping
Categories:
quirkiness, funny, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
someday, it will
maybe,
someday it will come.
the day that i wait for the rest of my life,
someday,
it will pass by,
the feelings i have for you that last,
maybe,
you changed too much,
being a person that i never recognized you anymore,
indeed,
i am hoping that you live it sincerely,
not because of someone else,
but because of you,
i do feel sad,
i knew you for yourself,
i liked you for your quirkiness,
i admired you for your confidence,
but now,
it seems that i actually make up a reason,
for not liking you anymore,
as the moment you changed,
i tried my best to accepted,
but i failed in changing,
i still love you now,
i still admired you now,
i still want to hold on you now,
until the last day my heart beat for you,
i will be there for you,
by hook or by crook,
by knowing by you or not,
i make my promised,
until fate part us in times,
until destiny changes their way,
i will be here,
even you knew me or not,
i will be here,
right by your side.
and someday,
it will.
Categories:
quirkiness, for him,
Form:
Free verse
Soft lines on my face carving deeper, I age
A tale of my years as I stare blank and dismayed
Eyes alive and expressive, so much youth held within
Yet the softness and creases scream my years when I grin
Bones that do creak, maybe now just a little
Tells a story of how these great bones will soon brittle
Memories of past years, I haven’t lived life to the fullest
I have a yearning it screams loud “go travel, be a tourist.”
I scream STOP please relax, take a breath, 1, 2, 3
Who am I kidding I’ve plenty of good years still in me
I gaze up and afar as I look past the night stars
yes this life may be short but I can still take it far
My eyes may be dim and my hair soon will silver
But there’s no way I’ll leave this life as a quiver
I’ll grab all and explore , as much as I can
Ill mediate, Ill dance, Ill sing loud with the band
Ill caress all my lines and my creaking old bones
Yes my life always full, I am never alone
I have love , great friends and natures skies of so blue
A strong loving heart and some quirkiness too
I’ll live life , yes I will
and then I will leave with a bang….
I know those lives I have touched
will surely whisper my name.
Categories:
quirkiness, age, anxiety, beauty, blessing,
Form:
Rhyme
Inviting cheerful nod
son’s action songs praise* God
his gestures of delight
smite grievous spastic blight
midst joyous quirkiness
he shouts love’s preciousness…
My special child’s glad heart
keeps me in peace-rampart.
*Luke 19:37 … Rejoice and praise God with a loud voice for all the mighty works…
March 14, 2020
6th place, "Alexandrine - Modified" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 3/25/2020.
Categories:
quirkiness, appreciation, blessing, christian, god,
Form:
Alexandrine
no (apparent) rhyme nor reason
(satisfactorily) explains academic
disposition, ideally suited
(swiftly tailor made,
and harried styled)
unflattering venomous wicked xhenemy
(fill in choicest expletive) damn cruelest
"meanies" always in season
winter, spring, summer, or autumn,
psychological rabid
bullying and teas'n,
which only exacerbated
ma deathly coffin and wheeze'n.
Avenging beastly, eagerly,
and hungry knuckleheads, rip-snorting,
analogous to Doctor Zeus
characters, vis a vis stomped,
and trampled upon my wuss
self, who appeared as
a listless, passive, puss
see footing, and
timid complex edifice
christened Matthew Scott Harris,
who regularly got pushed,
shoved, and verbally gored
in utero potential quintessential
no salvation from Unitarian lord
ugly vicious wretched
insults liberally poured
(pre snapchat, instagram,
hash-tagged age) roared
increased spell of losing measured
necessary pridefulness scored
requisite susceptibility toward
brow beating, name
calling, plus tossed
brickbats staged early life, viz
psychological schizoid state courtesy
hateful nemesis within
corporeal lodge warred.
malevolent habitués received
permanent residency thence
"green lighted" status
since birth I cannot sense
sub billy understand
(near) total recall
particularly names
no matter offense
of classmates and/
or teacher's, hence
especially dumb
founding since defense
less "boy" did not
shine as a star student
as is if he (me)
took emotional absence.
plus to add insult
to injury, my mouth
stayed hermetically shut,
near invisibility designated nut
tin beat pluperfect
"scapegoat de jure,"
such intimidation found me
feeling thrashed in the gut
where (stellar) qualifications
only made cut
ting worse, (essentially attributed
to genetically inscribed
behaviors, characteristics,
habits, et cetera)
immediately designated yours truly
most puny, and
quietest convenient but
of any atheistic, ethnic,
and/or idiotic jokes.
Categories:
quirkiness, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
nothing seems to work out
the way i have it planned
when the crowd sits down
that's when i decide to stand
things always seem to go
a tad bit different for me
just a tick or two off
from what's considered life's normal beat
when they're no longer taking questions
that is when i raise my hand
when they ask for women volunteers
i stand up like a man
people often wonder
exactly what it is
that continually brings about
this life of quirkiness
my friends, they ask quite often
is there a cure for what i do
9 out of 9 doctors surveyed
say they don't have a clue
guess i'll continue living life
the way it is i am
as long as i'm happy with it
i see no need to try and understand
Categories:
quirkiness, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Let’s celebrate our…
Ambivalent attitudes
Brave boldness
Creative curiosity
Desirable delightfulness
Enthusiastic expectations
Fabulific Ferociousness
Golden goals
Humanistic hopes
Intelligent imagination
Joyful jolliness
Kinesthetic kindness
Lovely laugh
Marvelous manners
Nonsensical nature
Outstanding optimism
Playful presence
Quintessential qualities
Radical reviews
Savvy sassiness
Terrific tones
Universal understanding
Valiant verbosity
Wonderful wildness
‘xceptional ‘xpectations
Yabba-dabba youthfulness
Zesty zaniness
Categories:
quirkiness, word play,
Form:
Abecedarian