Long Eccentric Poems

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We the People

We are the people of the past and the present that you have failed to represent.
We freeze in fear of the current fate of our vitality and of our future fertility
We are those that pay the pipers price for policies of protection.

We do not take lightly the heat of hatred nor the will to wage war. We only stand brave to bear the burden thereby you boldly boast. We laugh not into the plight of peril or our unwarranted demise. We do not fight for foolish follies made by our own doing. We are only humble servants of the eccentric and the uncontrolled extreme. 

We are forced to march onward in the manner mandated by madness. We pray profusely that we perish in a peaceful proclamation. We cry the treacherous tears of treason that stain the sheets of our salvation. 

We know not where the truth ends nor where the lies begin. We only remember the written hopes and dreams of our bygone “Noble” men.

We the People, We the People, We the People.


Premium Member Flaws and Gnaws

Expecting a flood of love letters
as scribbling on a sheet of rosewater
the fragrance crushed earthy scent
a thornless moonlight rose
an aesthetic storm is brewing
beyond spiritual vitality flows.

Breaking down obstacles
It's because I don't fit into stereotypes
I intend to be myself on this journey
I'm not unique but I'm lacking wisdom,
Yes, I am a free spirit and a bold mind.

Indeed, I am eccentric and disorderly
I'm just rusty and dusty
I may fall, but I will always rise
If you talk easily, I laugh bitterly
I wish to be "me," despite my flaws.

Written: January 29, 2023
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.

Catherine O'Hara

Who couldn’t love Catherine O’Hara?
In every performance, she rocked.
The news of her death, unexpected,
Left her fans and her co-workers shocked.

“Home Alone” might have granted her stardom,
But her movies with Christopher Guest
Brought her comedy chops to the forefront
And, to me, those were some of her best.

Yet my favorite of all of the people
She inhabited while at her peak
Was, I’m sure you can tell by my rhyming,
Moira Rose, matriarch of “Schitt’s Creek.”

In this role, she was over-dramatic,
Clueless as to how she was perceived,
But despite how eccentric she played it,
She was someone we always believed.

Just to watch her you couldn’t help smile;
She brought joy that no one could resist.
Now the world’s mourning Catherine O’Hara,
Who will surely be very much missed.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A New Lifer

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It now completes the loop

Joined a little over a year ago
Best way to meet great people
With a similar lust for love and life
Feels like it should be illegal

Providing more than just our share
Of joy and lasting friendships
Allows us all to express ourselves
Although sometimes eccentric

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From now until my dying day
To leave, I couldn't conceive of it

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© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

Frustration of An Exhausted Poet

I've tried to make words rhyme at the end of their stanzas,
but rhyme wasn't too perfect for those impersonal stanzas,
the Iambic pentameter was right, but it required rhyme for intensity,
so rhyme didn't agree with Iambic pentameter in every verse; 
I paraphrased every stanza with a rephrase,
but frustration stepped in with a must of an exact phrase,
oh, can't a stanza rhyme with syllables without a count?
Not exactly the rhyme of Terza Rima as in The Divine Comedy!
Was Dante a perfect rhymer or an impulsive dreamer...
while his love happily played the lyre?
And did that lyre ever fail Beatrice so refulgent and proud?
Or did lovely Beatrice break the lyre?
Then again, vowels became consonants ironically,
and vowels and consonants all out of idealism;
and stressed and unstressed syllables created a strange idiom...
of consonants and vowels spelling out eccentric idiopathy:
the disease so unknown in literature, not idiocy,
but idiopathy became idiosyncrasy...oh, you figure, reader!
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member i were born'd this way too

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                            With thuh silver spoon in 
                                        Mine mouth

                                       'twere really
                                           plastic
                                              yet
                                i do think porridge
                         taste thuh same with this 
                    18karat gold casa soup spoon

                                          Naykid
                       I don't believe them though

                       i uncover'd sum pics uv me
                           in thuh delivery room
                             i were wear'n thuh 
                                           toga
                                       and thuh
                                         do rag

                                            Uh
                                    Simple man

                             that's whut i meant
                                     'eccentric'

Premium Member -Heaven In the Sky

A memory ,a thought out of the blue
Unexpected moments reminded of you
Teared filled eyes and a familiar pain
You are back with me in my world again.

Back to days when my life felt whole 
We were on this earth together
Wish it had never changed
And you had stayed forever

My mind drifts to different times 
Throughout the decades
Hope age never takes my mind
So the memory of you never fades

Thoughts of you comfort me
Emotions happy and heavy hearted 
Grateful that we had our time
Sad that you departed

Memories of cuppa's
Walks and chats 
Singing and endless laughter
Wonderful stories to share of you
That will continue forever after

You were a little eccentric
Unique and quaint
Mischievous to the core 
Cheeky and funny
Born to dance 
Generous without flaw

So small in stature
Yet tall in heart 
With courage to inspire
A fighting spirit
A gracious soul 
Honoured and admired

Soft small hands crooked with age
Gave so much comfort and kind
I yearn to hold those hands again 
If only one more time

When you left I fell apart 
Struggled everyday
Time does ease the grief
Just doesn’t take it away

The circle of life took you away 
To your heaven in the sky 
The hollow now in my heart 
Mere words cannot describe
© Deb M   Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

By Now you Know

Clinking, clinking
I heard the clinking in 
repetition
what could
cause
whatever object this is to
make this clinking sound.
Clink!
The loudest sound
yet.
peaking my interest
one's honest admission
dredged from it's
translucence
clear in obvious
objective
gaining my attention
I relaxed towards
it's conclusion
blanketing myself
to warm my now
needing desire


        Commercial Trait
"the new Boattailed Designed"
            Excelesor
        ------------------
      by Eccentric Motors
  Excalesor Sports Luxury and
  Styling Personified!

Buy Now! You Know!

Voted Car of The Year by
Bezel and Binnacle Magazine

and Select Best Overall
by  Carrosserie and Standards
Power Pro Club and Trophy
Naming this Vehicle best
overall according to the standards
of Performance and safety
The best Value award is said to
be the best endorsement in The Industry

The Inspiring Designer Magazine
 Named it
"it's Vehicle of the Year
Awarded The Design Team
The Crystal Palace Trophy
Form: Ballad

Fifty Shades of Grey

Wild and eccentric
Delicious sin
A naughty pick
A bull with no pen

Only a disk
No real relation
A fantasy twist
Of imagination

Goosebumps formed
Fine hairs erect
Becoming warm
A sensual wreck

Body of brick
Persuasive and stern
Delightfully sick
Passions burn

Smooth brown hair
Camouflage his horns
Convinced it's fair
She bears the thorns

Position of authority
Gives any girl a rush
But without priority
It remains a crush

On the edge of my seat
Heart thumping
A good girl's treat
Throat lumping

The screen went black
Fingers crossed
Mild heart attack
The ending was lost

How could it end
Right in the middle
Wrapped up in the wind
Satisfaction brittle

Slightly livid
Feeling deserted 
My heart still amid
The author flirted

Leaving me to decide
What comes next
As though he lied
I'm feeling perplexed

Hungry for more
I try distraction
But I'm still on the floor
Solving this fraction

Perhaps this explains
The best seller label
Audience left in chains
For the few who are able 

How clever was he
Giving a thousand endings
Some would agree
The sequel is pending

Stealthy Stalker : Me

Eccentric Emma, third world charity advocator
Posts smiling foreground photos in mud slewn villages
Personifying inconsistency wafts remote mantra
Mind realm torrents when Followers Like - limitless! 

Travels to India restore her heart's connection
Finds enhanced spirit to spruke eco awareness
Flying globally promotes environment's protection 
Inspiring group loaded Moped selfie shared with us

Music festival painted face participant
Conjured creation poetry flow in cosy yurt
Auto biography depicts flatulent elephant
Busy vision mushrooms make logic inert

Occasionally posted toddler rememberings
Receive role call of awe drawn replies
Blond curled spark eyed munchkin grin
Retained young outlook, fart poem supplies

Updated page sells self painted guitar
claimed to have been owned by AC/DC
Imported stock sees profit from spirulina 
Entrepreneurial shift from childhood ADHD

Nomadic yoga posing 80's born alternate 
Emma, changed her surname to Everfree 
Her permaculture preach has holes in it 
New living quarters each month or three 

Sporadic travels to soul's partner, Hawaii 
Engaged by quest to marry herself 
Masculine inner attributes enlightening
Complexity must be hers uniquely dealt

Keen Facebook fan of spontaneous dance
Rolling to Random Rab, office chair expressive
Arm fling brings shattering of glass desk lamp
Naming failure destiny, stalled artist replenished

Close to home exploits in essays documented
Park brake left off vehicle, ensuing downhill chase
Securing it heroically before damage (almost) resulted
Brings multitudinous comments of (unearned) praise



                            Originated: 14th June 2020  
              
                    Subject' s actual legally changed name
                                    rhymes with 'Emma' 
                   Satire Saturday passed without posting, 
      so I went with Rip the Crap out of Someone Sunday!! 

                                 Parody speaks its flattery

                               Curiousity reeks of jealousy
Form: Quatrain

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