Long Eccentric Poems
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I sit on the fence
Would like to be eccentric
But don’t quite pull it off
I still cater to way too many people
Yet I’ll never become their puppet
So beware to those who
Try to pull their stunts
I don’t handle well
Being manipulated
Though I’ll applaud it
If well done
I no longer have it in me to be
That lovely little cheerful girl
The naïve type I used to be
Especially when dealing
With people who’ve been known
To try to take advantage of me
I can move on but can’t forget
I’m OK with being an acquired taste
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on July 8, 2019 for contest YOU AND YOURS, LET'S GET PERSONAL sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 2nd
She’s into sushi and sapiosexuals,
Yogis with crystals, and vain intellectuals.
Just a flutter-by wisp with a thin portmanteau,
Who doesn’t believe what she’d rather not know.
Her porcelain features come straight off the shelf.
She plans for the future by suiting herself.
She teases the barmaid with talk about milk,
While flashing embroidered hosiery silk.
Her custom transmission is always in gear.
Neutral doesn’t stroke her RPM.
You never need to peel her grapes,
Just be sure to pluck them off the stem.
Mars is impassive. Venus is hot.
Their orbits eccentric, as likely as not.
He’s got a terribly large axe to grind,
And doesn’t ever kindly suffer fools.
To him, she’s just another barroom filly,
And he’s not the sort to follow by the rules.
He didn’t need the laurel of another top ten hit.
He’d written that song many times before.
But her magnetic eyes and tell-tale mouth
Put his better judgment on a slow train headed south.
If not for the liquor, he might have ignored her,
Instead, he laid his papers on the line.
And offered up a wary introduction,
Inviting her to share a glass of wine.
Mars is unyielding. Venus is not.
Their orbits are star-crossed, most likely to knot.
CHESS GAME
Chess, friend imitates life
and every movement has its time
and to everything the soul gives lair
and all body incorporates ...
QUEEN
Always unusual,
vain...
Eccentric
and singular
her force causes
noise ... men
fight and die
for her with
immense pride.
BISHOP
Ingenious creature,
infinitely sagacious,
walks on winding routes
leading to the enemy not peace,
but cruel death not glorious ...
Fearing no harm
your choice, it makes ...
PAWN
They are fools, poor pawns,
are useless to themselves,
but dramatically useful
to their bosses ...
They fight without knowing
to which they are doomed,
do not die for wanting so,
but because they are doomed ...
HORSE
He knows how to fight, in a peculiar way ...
seems to walk without paths,
so do not walk straight ...
Jumps masterfully over
enemies, and with dexterity
and wisdom runs away
of all danger
Towers
Watch the ends,
all...
Never lose
the bid of
watch...
So with
security can,
the kingdom ensure ...
But if the tower
if neglected,
surveillance
will be lost
it will not matter
KING
The king knows how to be
arrogant,
but knows
to be
audacious...
Do you know that the
enemy is evil
dangerous...
The good king
makes war,
but try to preserve
their soldiers ...
Being cautious,
knows that losing
the focus will have final
disastrous...
If it is to play, hold the reins,
double the fear, ride the board,
as if you had ridden himself ...
And remember ... chess is
the game of life ...!
Stirring hearts – igniting sparks
Joy and hope, peace and love
Lighting the world with His fire
Favor that fills the soul
With a spirit of sincerity, a feeling
That inspires truth and sharing,
Generosity that abounds
In the silence of a moment
When a heart is forever changed
By the wonder of His grace
The forever in His ways
The reasons I will always praise
Whispers of courage – inspired
By a faith so alive, so brave
There is belief that never fades
Into the stillness, that quiet place
Where the heart rests when
Life becomes too crazy, too weird
Ridiculous to consider, eccentric
And without any true sensible
To color the dreams in a forever
Who knows the meaning of believing
The meaning who flavors moments
In a faith that overwhelms the doubt
Leaves the heart with certainty
Abiding trust – conviction and credence
Moving the mind to listen
Erasing the darkest suspicions
With a confidence who never fades,
A moment that is all ablaze
With sincerity that rains its grace
Through the soul, through the hopes
Into the dance of a life, a chance
For the saints to amaze
The light to illuminate and hesitate
Just beyond the freedom,
Where He is forever with us,
Inviting the heart into a relationship
Where His love is the center,
His mercy gives the gift of giving
This is the time – the age
To find the answers in Him
With prayers going up,
Singing hymns filled with inspiration,
Listening to the quiet of a light
Who arises to bless and bring us
Each one a piece of forever
The elation that His presence
Stirs into the fire of a blessing
Far brighter than any breath of the sun
Far greater than any hope just begun
So that we can know love that is always
Love that brings the heart so much
Warmth that there is a comfort
Who fills the soul with unending pleasure
This is the time, this moment
For reaching out to the hand of hope,
The One who knows just how to cope
Jesus, our everlasting promise…
The One who brings us out of the darkness
Into the moment when we can be sure
There is glory to look forward to
There is wonder that never fades away
There is light to shatter the doubt
There is love that can erase every ache
There is Jesus… and He is the only way
To know a life that is filled with grace
If I were the President
at least for one day
I’d build me a sandbox
Where everyone could play
I wouldn’t be a liar
I’d gladly tell the truth
No eye for an eye
Or a tooth for a tooth
The White House doors open
Republicans, Democrats
I’d welcome all people
Great thinkers and cool cats
I might not be popular
With those who won’t change
They might think I’m eccentric
Or at the least a bit strange
Because I’m not a politician
Power ain’t my goal
I wouldn’t worry about ballots
or claim elections are stole
I want a safe Nation
With People who are Free
But I won’t be President
So you can’t count on me
Inspired by Matt Caliri’s latest contest.
Dark desires unkempt,
tease and taunt and tempt,
so what is the source,
of these cravings coarse?
Pausing flow of thought,
the Gordian knot
loosens to reveal
what we truly feel.
What we seek is bliss,
rapture of God's kiss
but see not the light;
pitiful’s our plight.
Stooped is our soul's stance,
so we take a chance,
choosing staid silence,
sans thought violence.
If we're resolute,
in time we reboot;
call it eccentric,
we are void centric.
As we cease to sway,
the false falls away,
revealing our soul,
tranquil, blissful, whole.
With erst cravings gone,
we’re here, now reborn,
pristine like the snow,
light without shadow.
02-November-2022
Writing Challenge - Unburden a ''U'' Word- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
My mother was brought up in an orphanage because her father
a confectioner became an alcoholic and lost his job, ended
up looking for work when ships came in and needed dockers
to unload the cargo.
My mother, although working class, was well-read but also
a bit eccentric, she had come to the erroneous conclusion
that only communism (equality in her mind) could bring peace.
It was in one of the papers she read I learned about
Roosevelt’s knowledge of the Japanese Pearl Harbor attack.
I was about twelve years old when she dragged me to
a meeting where two Russian “workers” would attend.
They painted a wonderful picture of life in Russia and
showed still films of happy workers at tractor plant extolling
the wonder of the communist regime.
They also showed us the homes of the workers and later
how happy the land workers were breaking out into dance
in their national dress.
I was very young at the time but was not sold on this display
of happiness, mother said I had no imagination.
My mother continued to believe in communism until
the Soviet Union invaded Hungary in 1956.
Open eyed, long tearless, foul silvered orbs
have you no pity? The aqua tide rides dry.
Blind staring scorches, accusing twin barbs
who burrow inward, a destiny to decry.
Scattered rendering, puzzled pieces aligning;
"Please mercy has a place, why can't I cry?"
Remove the cataract veneer, stop my pining
"Have you no place for maddened souls such as I?"
Nailed to the boards you see a canvassed psyche
dabbed upon a casein shroud in hues most bright.
"How many lamp lit days will you seek to find me?"
The light betrays me and I live in eternal fright.
Eternities unfold in Lovecraft Tales
upon the silvered side within my eyes; hell wails.
She was a rarity, original and unique.
An artist living high atop a mountain peak.
Her home was eccentric, a flair of modern and old.
A mansion in the mountains, beautiful and bold.
Her hair was long and wavy, colors of the rainbow,
And she dressed in vibrant colors from head to toe.
A known philanthropist, who gave away her gold.
Her art is worth millions, new paintings and old.
She was also an activist and defended women’s rights.
To have seen her picket in town was a welcomed sight.
She donated to all animal welfare organizations too.
Her identity is a mystery, her real name no one knew.
They called her Sassy Unique, her signature on her art.
Cherished by town folks and known to have a big heart.
She recently died and left behind her mountain home.
Years of searching and still no real descendants known.
In her will she donated her home and all her art.
A plaque captured her legacy and philanthropy part.
Now a protected sanctuary with her plaque on display,
Welcome to Sassy Sanctuary, please help save the day.
4/17/23
Contest: Writing Challenge "U" Words.
Sponsor: Constance La France
I yearn to be ...irrevocably unveiled,
the dripping devotion
curling between the yin and yang
of your stoic sanctuary ~
the asylum of your ache,
the devoted rose damsel
burning to bathe
in drizzling thistles and petals
of your pulsing petrichor,
soaked in russet and rouge
of irresistible silence,
still tracing lifelines between
spaces of laser-blue sparks,
carrying the cadence
of creatures consumed in confusion,
unable to contain
the colors of love’s trust,
oblivious to the lips
pigmented with pixels
of passionate patience.
O soul-flame, seraphic sanctum
of strawberry moon-rain,
must I allow the stars to seize
our kismet in blushing blaze?
What if the darkness beholds
what we breathe beyond our
armored attachment,
that elevates the
mystery of muted magnetism?
Would you still engulf my spirit
with emerald embers of empathy,
or would I be left lingering
in the electric aftermath
of a kaleidoscopic kiss ~
reweaving and reminiscing
the restless runes
rehearsed through the nights
when sleep abandoned these words
like an illusive touch
that never felt my need to belong
in a place where
our heartbeats danced to the
same endless echo,
resembling the rhythm
of Psyche’s pining sigh
and Cupid’s nomadic arrow ~
caged in craving,
misplaced in desperate devotion…
I will relentlessly remain
as your unapologetic heat ~
the merciful mirror to your
mellifluous manifestation,
for you and I,
we are ardent lovers
embracing the unseen and unspoken,
cocooned catastrophically ~
amidst the distance
between my sky and your gaze,
while fading within your
eccentric catharsis… forevermore…