She's there when you don't want her
bossing you around
But when you really need her
she's just flown out-of-town
She's quite opinionated
you wouldn't call her shy
When you haven't asked her
she's apt to criticize
She visits every summer
arriving with no warning
Thinking she'll surprise you
at two or so in the morning
She's full of idiosyncracies
despises all your pets
Be sure to serve her turtle soup
keep her stocked with cigarettes
This year though is different
she's not leaving for ten weeks
Good thing you're God-fearing
you'll just turn the other cheek
Categories:
idiosyncracies, family, peace, satire, together,
Form: Rhyme
No matter
our quirks;
idiosyncracies
No matter
our likes
or dislikes
No matter
our differences;
commonality
No matter
our virtues
or vices
No matter
the pigmentation
of our skin
No matter
our national origin
or culture
No matter
our facial features
or how we dress
No matter
our religion
or political affiliation
No matter
what language we speak;
our accents--domestic or foreign
No matter
what we're for
or against
No matter
what name
we call God
we should never
lose sight
of ONE thing...
We are the human race.
Categories:
idiosyncracies, humanity, people, truth, wisdom,
Form: Verse
Of the present, inspired by the present, invoked by Tom Cunningham.
Quote, "Indeed a true Japan haiku must follow those rules to say yes it is a haiku, but like most things people move away and bend the rules and reshape it, one thing I've noticed is many do not follow the ( in the moment) theme where its like a photograph of an image but in word form. Tom", unquote.
leaf fall in July...
summer idiosyncracies...
lack of hydration.
Categories:
idiosyncracies, nature, seasons,
Form: Haiku
on a day like today
my thoughts are of tomorrow
and the path that leads the way
so now we're lost
again
but the faeries will agree
that the only way free
is to blaze your own trail
according to the wise men
i can follow the stars
that carry my dreams
ah, but i awake again
to see a sophisticated socialist
smiling smugly since
silent slaves serve him
-we are on track and taking orders
monotone monotonous automatons
single serving self indulged satisfactions,
and the yearning to become better
pumping blood through our veins
picking up our pulse
as the opportunity could arise
with no idea where we are going
holding trunks to tail marching in line
around the circus ring
to end the performance
with no personal pride
-the desire to be wild
is thriving inside
dying to cry out
to know i'm alive
roaming among the pride
as king of the lions
and when i sleep in my bed
my mind entertaining its lucid fantasies
of intrigues with Titania and
carrying a pocket full of stars
walking down a road
that has no footsteps
but my own
Categories:
idiosyncracies, nonsense,
Form: I do not know?
The idiosyncracies of a diary entry is a zone of unauthorized review. And subsequent beatings of coconut trees can be viewed as no sport. But leaning heavier than most on a barrier is most definitely a sign of acute tiredness. Yet the tendency to kneel by a fountain and taste cooling air is akin to rubbing one's brow with an ink blot. It is to be said that when the meals gather its supersonic time for the racing of the graters,peelers and knives. Twirling a lethargic disco ball. Taming a bud. Unhesitatingly unwittingly under unison. And a clever coin smiles. Great. Good news is not a dog nor a kitten. It is wise to take in shrew juice when bathing in rivers and rock pools. Never shout dormant to a dormouse. And clinging to ivy os not wise when swinging over the houses. Interesting igniting inching. And a very large ball of dough grinning. At lengths. At widths. And commentary is not a fable playing with a dramatic pin board. Hahahaha and a misty mountainous mouse moving. Hahahaha and the turtle having a sunbathe wearing Bermuda shorts. Hahahaha equatorials' equalling xxxxx gestational Z
Categories:
idiosyncracies, art, , cute,
Form: I do not know?
When a woman first meets a man,
He thinks she's the greatest invention
since sliced ham,
He adores her physical appearance,
The way she talks, laughs and giggles,
He even savors her fragrance,
There is never any talk of space or
room to wiggle,
Once the relationship becomes consummated,
her faults suddenly become illuminated,
The idiosyncracies he used to find charming,
become uncouth and alarming,
He repels her like a magnet,
and ignores her as if she were
an antiquated kitchen cabinet,
After the lust is gone,
a woman becomes an unnecessary
pawn,
The man no longer feels obligated
to be respectful,
All his negative ways get displayed,
He renounces being bashful,
The man picks the woman apart,
like a bird pecking his food,
Then it becomes clear,
his intentions were not good from the start,
He was just toying with her heart.......
Categories:
idiosyncracies, girlfriend-boyfriend, introspection, lost love,
Form: Prose Poetry
So you think you have what it takes
to soar on the wings of success
to bask in the warmth of luminescent imagination.
So you think you wrote the book
another been there done that
scene too envious to reveal your secret truths.
So you think that you can be a creator
Mold the world with your bare hands
make everything beautiful with a wave of your wand.
But something keeps you from awakening
you've drown in the sandman's powder
what will it take to make you see speak of what is inside yourself
A woman speaks to you in your slumber
telling you of your flaws and your idiosyncracies
you finally awake from your dreamland
cold sweat upon your weary brow
someone finally called you out
what tall tales can you speak of now.
Categories:
idiosyncracies, life,
Form: Free verse