Best Uncommon Poems
I am the word of God
A unique collection of 66 books
I was inspired by the Holy Spirit
As the fountain of God's knowledge
I am called the Bible in bookshops and libraries
In the hearts of men I dwell as the Holy Bible
I am uncommon type of book
I require uncommon type of reading
As you read me I also read you
I am the mirror you need daily
I am the guide for His worship
Fountain of hope for eternal life
I am authoritative
I am infallible
I am the Roadmap
The standard for all Christians
To read me you need the Holy spirit
Reading me with grudges in your hearts is reading literature
Reading me with unforgiveness is reading history of God's Generals
Read me with hearts free from worries
Read me often
Read me slowly
Read me regularly
Read me repeatedly
Read me earnestly
Read me persistently
Read me attentively
Read me with devotion
Read me I have spiritual power
Read me I have converting power
Read me I have healing power
Read me I keep you from sins and errors
Read me I refresh your minds
Read me I rejoice your hearts
Read me I am the food for your souls
Read me I give you power in prayer
My heart scans
for a familiar face
through throngs
of strangers
as they scatter
pell mell
around me
eager shoppers
casing brightly lit
sale stuffed store fronts
while seduced
by the siren song of fresh coffee
coupled with
sticky sweet cinnamon buns
suddenly
the bitter fact
swallows me
whole again
you no longer reside
anywhere
outside
of my dreams
Once there was a man called John Marcose,
Says reproducing “off springs”, life’s purpose.
No fusion, without sexual activity?
Yeah, with ultimate sexual activity?
Bloody, intense sexual activity? Try glucose!
Nature
My eyes sip the lemon sea
I inhale its salty spice
and the sugar sweet bouquet of wild roses
I taste the juicy sunset orange
and the mist of farewell tears chills my heart
I touch the silk purple coverlet clouds
and smooth them over restive waves.
I listen to the pulse of the cold blue star
and sing a silent song of longing
I reach up to embrace the gathering truth
I kiss the unabashed face of mother moon
I know the cause of every wrinkle.
I fall into a sated state
Dream and yet awakened
I have a sense of time and self and place
I need only to savor the manna of nature
To sustain my spiritual life.
Revelation
When writing righting poetry proceed with the following corporeal caution:
assimilate before u ass assume
build before u buldge
concentrate before u copulate
deride before u dicktate
engulf before u envelop
fantasize before u fragment
grasp before u germinate
hallicunate before u hypocrate
imagine before u initiate
juxtapose before u jauntilate
literate before u luminate
memorate before u mentorate
nuture before u negate
obligate before u obliviate
postulate before u prostitiute
question before u query
resonnate before u recreate
sonitate before u saturate
tintilate before u translate
utililize before
Xpectorate before u Xstinguish
yuletides before u yelltides
zoneify before u zilchify
it's all in the mission of word wise portrayl
of a mindful sour sequence of alphabet
anomalies grammar given and humoheld in
a grand garnered elementary entrailed
existance teacher tilt trended to a
mellow mystic grandeur of let me be me in a time
when I/me was a boring blend of boyish bother
to all around me and time spent was to inculcate
myself into an artsyfartsy minimammal of intertwined
mealymouthed measure of pre white trash tinsure
trying to find the holy grail of boyhood benign banality trying
not to succomb to impregnating my 8th grade girlfriend
with streetsmart gonadial groovy greatness guided by degraded
inacquaricies from a teen trotting hormonal hack brother
who lived his life between the legs of others. (No father included)
I savored the insanctity of him and kept it in my pants until further notice
and then had to be coaxed agressively upon annointment after marriages
annoyed. I then procreated to a purposepoint proper designated to
choicechosing the astrosign compaticosimco with the signs at mind, and
holy fecal matter, it worked wised with wanton willfuness,
thank God for 911 and. Save me Jesus.
we soared over clouds
didn't dare look below
capricious emotions
could wither or grow
you played your guitar
i liked what i heard
but to finish your song
you needed my word
i'm low man on the totem pole
and you're my belle of rock and roll
"now play that song with twice the soul -
don't you love it?"
there's oneness in twoness
to stare in the eyes
of one who looks deeply
embracing surprise
one jigsaw piece left
in the puzzle of you
do i fancy that piece might be me?
or who?
i'm minoring in history
you're majoring in mystery
do i like you unconditionally -
do i love you?
will you touch my life?
will we fly to clouds above?
is it me or who?
is it like? is it love?
we had our lives ahead of us
we had so much in common
and as you once remarked to your cat,
"how wonderfully uncommon is that?"
UNCOMMON
By: William S. Labtis
When would uncommon be a common?
Or vice versa, a common be an uncommon?
Common* as we know as those belonging
to two or more;
Shared by all alike; one pertaining
to a community as a whole.
While conversely, uncommon as not
belonging to two or more;
Unshared by all alike; and not pertaining
to a community as a whole.
How uncommon struck ; or at least attract anyone?
Compare what a common or uncommon be or
not be?
Judgment may not sound good but for common all
-as common sense. Yes
Indifference may not want be different but for all sakes
-as common stand. Yes
Distinguishable may not be distinguished but recognizable
-as common interest. Yes
For everything, anyhow, there could be a ground -
-as common decision/base, Yes
So, that it ends up a joint agreement and acceptable -
-as commonality. Yes
Thus, would a common sense always a good judgment?
Indifference , becomes distinguishable or agreeable?
As pre arranged meeting be successful not in somewhere
but specifically in a common place;
As when one or everyone would arrived anytime but
since it’s for good a common time;
Don’t be acting in distance and yet responsive
but merely become only a spectator
And least known become unknown or unknown become
known
Could there be a law or an order to make both flawless
and understandable.
Is uncommon always prejudged? That upon short notice
Always selected from common? Or vice versa?
*Common’s meaning,,pls refer to Webster Dictionary
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The bookstore door
startles open with
a man's hearty hand
and sincere smile
landing upon
this skirted lady,
bashful to be
coddled, but
undoubtedly
wanting it.
Mirrored cheeks widen
like the open door
with hearts extending.
Thanks is verbalized
and humbly
appreciated.
He tilts his top hat
and I am flattered
by the flirt
of uncommon
courtesy.
4-9-2021
Our physical world that we travel upon,
Showers our senses with volumes to understand.
Yet there's a wide range of comprehension,
That often tests realities hand.
For example, our tactile sense, that we
Fumble and grope with, through skin, thick & thin.
Just as we may touch a flame that burns,
Or find the comfort of a warm wind.
We often listen to the sounds of nature,
Providing a calm and peaceful respite.
Whereas others, may hear only danger,
That they would avoid and indict.
Since much of our perception would be visual,
This sight creates the biggest discrepancy.
While often flooding the mind with images,
Causing confusion, and even an emergency!
Now when a scent or odor becomes apparent,
The olfactory moves to a powerful offense.
As some seem to have a nose for trouble,
Others, can smell the roses with no expense.
Here, a common end may be seen as taste,
From the food and drink we all consume.
Where the tongue is specially suited, to
Allow for the salty, bitter, & sweet to loom.
So with all this magnificent variation,
Its no wonder that our perceptions are askew.
Fortunately, the majorities usually find some
Agreement, and what's perceived has a common clue.
Uncommon Man
hard hat
lunch bucket
high steel walker
at home where eagles soar.
mole, in pits and holes
deep, dark cracking stone
labyrinth’s glitter.
salt stained, rocking seas
tread her whims
for silver glint glimmer.
nine to five, three shift
two shift
blue denim Atlas
balances the World.
vilified, patronized
then dehumanized
into work units
commerce engine
used up, spat out
but they abide.
to succeed at something, anything is quite a rare feat
failure is a more common outcome, defeat, but lessons are learned
so if you want to get ahead in the world court failure
*Since nette said metered feet was alright [which are not anatomical feet]
I was hoping FEAT would be ok too since it is pronounced fEEt
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: On Your Feet
So what do you say we fall in love again,
Just like we did when we first met?
I'll hold your hand to the end and back,
And make our love on it this time set.
Things we did to each other,
We both know we regret.
Be able to take things back,
Things that should have never been said.
We both know in our hearts
That we were supposed to last forever.
Now there's nothing left in this world
That could keep us from being together.
You're mine to the end,
As well as I am yours.
A promise never to be broken,
And the rest of this world we both can explore.
New adventures to seek,
Hand in hand.
The one and only thing perfect in this world,
Is being able to say, "Yes, that's my man!"
Uncommon Sense
Uncommon sense comes to the fore,
Secretly telling us what lies in store.
Memory can be misplaced;
Destiny must surely be faced.
Fame vanishes into thin air;
Undue longing leads to despair.
Live, but never regret;
Forgive, but never forget.
Repent, but have no remorse;
Guilt sets the mind off course.
Loneliness right down to the bone;
Silence echoes the sound of stone.
Suspicion has very little trust;
Curiosity is considered a must.
Love often fragile emotions tear;
Sorrow never tender emotions spare.
Mystery contains a diaphanous veil;
Revelations tell a luminous tale.
Stupidity often inspires reproach;
Arrogance always dares approach.
False hopes linger as a taunting;
False desires linger as a haunting.
Restraint breathes without complaint;
Respect glows brightly like a saint.
Challenges at times can be bold;
Fulfillment comes in out of the cold.
Infancy bubbles like a fountain;
Adulthood like climbing a mountain.
Raw youth enjoys its fiery sensations;
Old age has its cold compensations.
This poem never seems to end;
Its uncommon sense desires to be penned.
To see the world, all the good
as a child at a seasonal faire
counting months in inches grown
and inherited faint-colored hairs.
All days number
three hundred and sixty five
so glad they still are..
same as the nights,
in eternity of a young life
under crackling camp fires
and countless unnamed stars.
We survivors, a wisened few
or perhaps just lucky, know...
a year pass's quickly as summer rain
where dancing steam of scorched pavement
slowly rose.
Trade all your old moments
by my side if you would,
we'll take a daring ride
on swift sled
tomorrow's eyes
never could.
I am nothing and I am common
Does doing something new means a difference?
Becoming well known and uncommon
Perhaps an only lifetime were meant for deterrence
If we climb we will fall
No going about any other way
Why do we ask for more?
Is it because... we cannot find the way?
We listen and we try to follow
Are we not listening to oneself hard enough?
If we're listening... why isn't the bad we borrow?
Is it cause the good in us all will people laugh?
I will not run... I will confront
I will not hide... I will dispose
Living means only... never done
Trying only means... never close
Have I done something to make a difference?
When I did... do I become uncommon?
Is there a whole world to make that interference?
When nothing I am... only to be common