Idiosyncrasy Poems

Share A Little Of You

I would really like to know more about you
If you are comfortable to share
An idiosyncrasy ,event, a talent , pipe dream
A fact about you …. you are happy to declare

Perhaps we will learn more about each other
Maybe connect with someone new
Or just be surprised, impressed or have a laugh
When we simply share a little of  ‘me and you’

So, here is something about me
If you do share it does not have to be three~ 

~My dream since l was a little girl was to be a singer
   but l cannot hold a note!

~ l once walked through a busy shopping centre in Singapore
    with a long white tail hanging out the back of my jeans
    “Yes”….a very long piece of toilet paper!!! When l got back
    to my sister she told me and pulled it off …. we 
    were in hysterics!

~l have lived in five countries as an adult


I hope someone in P.S Land is happy to share 
Or maybe this is a silly idea
Will be interesting to see if any response
If nothing ….this poem will disappear!! Haha

Debx

Life Is What It Is

You say Life is rough
O tell me what makes it tough;
If not of your idiosyncrasy
Life is a rock of intricacy
Room of animation and stagnation
Those must be tasted as abnegation
Yes, even the opulent must travel through

So live it madly or sweetly
And sing it silently or loudly.
Life is dark mode's light
It shines when lit
And overshadows the dark parts
Should you lust for Life's fancies
You'll end up calling it hard
If you spite its idle games that pad
It'll be all right.

Life is a message
And you are the very prophet of your life
Strive, therefore, to preach it to the world with charity
Of worthiness and integrity
For your star to scintillate brightly.
The choice of Life lies where it's courtesy.

Don'T Quit Your Daydream

Don't quit your daydream. 
Let instead your daydream scream
to the top of the skyline seam 
and radiate like a glorious light beam. 

Don't give up your fantasy. 
Let it bring you surge of ecstasy. 
For every man has idiosyncrasy 
for the things that they fancy. 

Don't quit your vision. 
Make it instead your mission. 
Let it be your realization 
for things that require your solution. 

For it is not a sin to dream high; 
Better it is to try your best before you die. 
Do not just sit down and sigh; 
Spread your wings and fly. 

November 21, 2022 

Don't Quit Your Daydream Poetry Contest 
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Oddly Gramophone

Day-glo dewy
chuck berry faded daffodils

woodlark fluid warble
emerald chorus

& abash earth
drowsy petrichor 
on 
parched earth

fall mist lyrics 
of 
glyphs thrum 

in sepia tones 
of 
whimpers
& heart hums 
of 
lengthy 
boyhood 
&
haunting echoes
shattered bell's 
agonizing chimes

In shadowy 
kaleidoscope

dystopian swoon
climax is symphonic
&
thunderous melancholy
of 
tearful farewell

remove dust mote
of
gramophone groove 

daily spirit sweep 
clean mental dust
& 
embrace gratitude
& love

life's melody won't die

eclectic idiosyncrasy 
happiness bid 

Written: November 03, 2022

The Tree

I remember the tree verdant in spring
Those years stretched out could be filled with anything

I had dreams of strong limbs and plenitude
Thoughtfully give limbs for nest and bedewed

I saw you change in fall to colors rare
The frost touched your leaves and limbs unaware

I saw winds swoop from the north stripping pride
Then run its course, your fears you tried to hide

I wonder what will happen to the tree
Though life issues idiosyncrasy     

Written: 8-26-22
Contest: Dot Your i's and Cross Your t's
Sponsor: Hilo Poet

Cosmic Rhythm

she had a burning desire; an egocentric thrill.
a need to disrupt the constancy of her life,
to dramatically dissociate from conformity,
and become the sole dweller of her universe.
one that rebels it's place in the cosmos.

she was already remote from the others,
outrageously imposing and other-worldly,
she accentuated perfect idiosyncrasy.
for her icy mantle that created fog halos,
she carried a core imbued with a fever.

she fanned the flame to burn into an inferno,
until she shifted her life into full retrograde,
bridging together the divides of her nature,
she activated her freedom and individuality;
a woman of color in a monotonous crowd.

with life's impermanence cruelly threatening,
she manifested every energy in abundance,
channeled her soul's sacred wavelength,
hauled her dreams into subliminal orbit,
for she had one chance to envision her self.

voyaged into a black hole of introspection.
unaffected by forces that oscillate around her,
she dismantled every negative tendency,
and like a celestial body as eccentric as Uranus,
she awakened her own cosmic rhythm.

Repositioning the Egg On Her Face

Why did she think me 'peculiar'
             when 'odd' or 'strange' would do
           
          I imagine it's an idiosyncrasy
            ~ one that she never outgrew

Our Love Will Continue Someday

when your country
again unlock the doors
for me, and the laws are
softened,
when frontiers are franchised
to my dreams, I will then come for
 you in your enchanted castle...
I'll carry back my idiosyncrasy
to dialogue with yours, and soon
we will continue our fabulous adventure
of love...
We'll live together forever
fulfilling the prophecies we once created
under the moonlight.... We will live in peace and love
without any delays and breaks... !

Indecifrable Word Translation

None  word
       surely achieves
       the sense of pain and mirth...
       Dressed in  truth,
       attempt to reach the sun,
       but with wax wings
       can't even exit  the atmosphere...
       It carries a message, yes
       but no one translates it faithfully
       with precision... 
       Neither the heart
       who has been polyglot since Babel,
       can't find language that can
       express what not itself,
       the word is able...

Oh My Brazil So Mainly Weird

São Paulo is a

long street that

crosses Brazil

with its "trade"

infernal...

Rio is a stage

lit where

the popcorn maker of

corner, it's handle

of samba and the madam

from Barra, she owns

of gafieira in Lapa...

Belo is a farm

modern...but its

horses are mechanics...

There you breathe the air of

in the ancient days...

The Northeast that was once

fiction plays functions, left

to be illusion and mirage

to be a consumption pole...

The north, still lies down

asleep in wonder

of the green... as planes

traffic their saps...and the

Uncle Sam still eludes

the natives...

From the Central Plateau,

or from the green heart

from the homeland will arise a

resounding cry that

will dislodge the Court

castled...

So the South that still

thinks it is Cisplatin

or argentine gaucho

will untie the triple alliance

and it will be truly believed

Brazilian...!

Oh my Brazil...manly...!

Quirks

Everybody has some quirks
To keep us sane – whatever works.
These tics have, over time, accrued;
To rein them in might spoil our mood.

Some start in childhood – foods can’t touch
Or nails get bitten, as a crutch.
A certain doll must be in bed,
The same book each night must be read.

As we grow up, a lucky shirt
May not be washed, though caked in dirt
Or items such as rabbits’ tails,
When missing, might engender wails.

Adults may add, we’d all agree,
Their brand of idiosyncrasy
But that’s what makes us each unique – 
One person’s “normal’s” someone’s “freak.”

Beware, for out there someone lurks
Who is convinced he has no quirks.

The Children of the World Are Born Naked

Historians are mere men.
They sail in the high seas of people
To catch a glimpse at the elusive whale of peace.

Yes, History is not just,
It is the poor outline of the book of Life.

Everyday historians climb their intellectual mountains
And observe their nation like the news chopper over the Brooklyn Bridge,
Down are the flipping pages
Like fresh fish caught from the pond.

The children of the World are born naked,
They will be dressed with the garments of their Culture,
They will be indoctrinated by the idiosyncrasy of their Society
Schooled and fed the yellow marrow of their History,

Except for the marginal and exploited children,
They will be consumed like shrimps in Chinatown.

All the children without exception will be made to choose
Between their consciousness and their Patriotism,
Between Humanity and their religion.

Early, the superimposed mind will be placed
Piece by piece in their initiation ritual,
Crowned with a montage of thoughts,
Others' thoughts.

Reason Experience Wisdom Quotes

IN A MIRROR

    In the mirror of the truth
    cut with a sharp razor
     my reason and my beard...

         BE CAREFUL
     Do not push, pull, abuse
     not when you are going up
     nor when you are going down.

          SO WEIRD
      There is no wisdom
    when you remain silent
    and lose life for that...

          BIZARRE
     Cultivating flowers of plastic in garden !
     what a bizarre  idiosyncrasy
     to pay homage to spring...

          PARK BENCH
      Handsome bank is the one
      of the lovely square... lend me place
      and i will not pay interest, nor i suffer
      menace... !

Flaunt

Go ahead and flaunt,
flaunt your hardwork,
flaunt your self- mastery,
flaunt your weakness,
flaunt your triumph over ghostly taunts.

The visual modification only is fraction of whole.

Go ahead flaunt life with humility, 
with one's own idiosyncrasy.
Live boldly with fear.

Doctor Apple's Deeds

Just an Apple to plucked from the tree!
Not one to let proceed wrongfully.
Create the character you want him to be.
Just an Apple deceitfully.

Just one Apple that is all he is.
Providing guidance via Psychiatry.
No one to let move forward in his wrongful deeds.
Just an Apple to deseed.

Providing guidance is his theme.
This what represents his capabilities.
An ambiguous body of faculties.
Not that of the greatest idiosyncrasy.
Just an Apple making mistakes it seems.

He sends his counselors to ACT his plots.
They reflect their images via my mirror or by sitting on my ottoman.
The black psychiatrist displays his face as a focus of yesterday.

Doctor Apple is white.
To him psychiatry can make wrong right.
In my family, he particulates as my son’s mental health facilitator.

Is there a cure from the voices?
Doctor Apple deeds are his choices.
A wrongful world cannot exist without a rightful way.

Just an Apple diablerie crafting mind-sets to seed.
Overshadowed by his degree in practice psychiatry.
Ubiquitous deseeding is paramount.
Doctor Apple a mountain is to climb once formed.

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