Long Odd Poems
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Give me something round
Edges to life should be circular
Beware of the elliptic mystery
Rotate your marbles frequently
Give me something spherical
Two hemispheres in harmony
Held together with super glue
Solid to the core and spiraling
Give me something not Michigan
(Round objects are illegal in Michigan)
Balls and clocks are criminal offenses
Cops eat holes but not the donuts
Give me something curled up
Cylindrical in its composition
Rotund but not too obtusely cute
Circumferences should not be too cute
Give me something more articulated
Orbicular to orbiculated would be great
An object that orbits about itself and others
Held in both hands hollowed out loud
Give me something, anything with a shape
As long as it is not cube or rectangular
Squares and lines are grave mistakes
God forgives that which is angular
Give me something other than zeros
There must be light at the end of the tunnel
Ovals become more circular over time
Edges become less... once questioned
Give me moons surrounded by planets
Give me bald women who look ridiculous
We love them anyway from the bottom up
And the universe they came in on
A bit of a strange person who lived quietly even secretly
none of his neighbours really knew him except to nod in passing
he would scurry by with barely a nod in return almost mincing
never a light did they see in his home the windows shining blankly
Strange sounds were often heard like he was talking in guttural tones
but to whom was never known, perhaps they thought to himself
it was all just so odd, some people swore that he was a elf
whatever he was people swore that they had seen a lot of bones
The type that came from small animals some littering his yard
and neighbourhood pets had been vanishing at a most alarming rate
at last they felt something need to be done, their curiosity to sate
breaking down his door they found no-one just some papers charred
In the middle of the floor lay a cocoon where it seemed he slept
glowing with an eerie light that pulsed as if it was alive
looking at it closer it became most apparent it was a hive
full of pulsing eggs they torched it as this they could not accept
I watched a documentary about if there are already aliens already living
here on earth
This is the first part of an on going story there are so far two other parts
The Odd Bus Takes The Odd Way
Here we go, the earth crying As
His Foot matched her heart:
The day was thus hectic,
That to go home earlier,seem as a magic.
Lines of vehicles hung together,
Here and there,the line longer and longer.
In haste to cut of the cord,
The usual law,the driver before us,made void.
Then he took the odd path,
Sending the righted away from the path.
---Uhhh!
He went through.
------
And since he was successful in the odd,
Our bus did also the void.
Following the traitor from behind,
Elating his heart: tricky way did find.
Because the former took the wrong path,
Those not make it worthy path.
That you're following the wrong way,
And people with you,tend astray.
Those not make it what's not:
What is wrong is wrong not right. Wrong!
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Form:
In a world of laughter, he stood apart,
A boy with shadows dancing in his heart.
With a grin that twisted like a crooked vine,
He found the punchline in the darkest line.
When others wept, he’d chuckle and jest,
Finding solace in chaos, a curious quest.
Destruction was funny, a comic delight,
As he laughed at the ruins that filled up the night.
His humor was sharp, like a knife in the dark,
A shield against sorrow, a flickering spark.
He wore his weirdness like a badge of pride,
An outcast, he thought, with nowhere to hide.
But in the quiet corners of his mind,
A flicker of truth began to unwind.
For in the mirror, he saw not just him,
But a reflection of her, his mother, so grim.
She danced to her own tune, a whimsical song,
With no need for friends, she felt she belonged.
In her solitude, she found her own grace,
A strange little world, her own sacred space.
Her laughter was odd, her quirks were profound,
In the silence of stillness, her joy could be found.
And as he looked closer, he started to see,
The weirdness he felt was a part of her glee.
Together they thrived in their peculiar way,
Finding comfort in shadows, in night and in day.
For the boy who once thought he was lost in the fray,
Discovered his heart in the games they would play.
So he laughed when he should, and he cried when he must,
In the chaos of life, he found love and trust.
For the strange little boy, with his dark sense of cheer,
Was just like his mother, and that made it clear.
In a world full of normal, they danced to their tune,
Two outcasts together, beneath the same moon.
With sarcasm woven in laughter and tears,
They embraced their oddness, conquering fears.
Odds and sods with change of strange
You my think you feared what’s weird
But what you’ll find within your mind
Has likely in others also appeared
Change of strange with odds and sods
Embrace your differences unique
Keep so cheery with self owned eerie
Envy lies in others critique
Strange sods will change the odds
The ones who keep it interesting
And go far are those most bizarre
In rhyme worth time investing
So never rearrange your strange
To fit followers or serious sods
The ones who grow and change
Are curious ones who beat the odds
Feb 22, 2023
Nursery Rhyme Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
She said I am odd, that I didn’t really fit,
That I didn’t belong anymore,
And she told me to leave, away from this place,
Throwing me right out the door,
So I found a new home, a welcoming home,
Where I’m greeted at the start of each day,
Where everyone here is odd like me,
And we’re oddly paired for display.
My white dots, on a background of black,
Pair with stripes that are red, black and white,
And now, with these new feet, I’m proudly paraded,
All day and throughout the whole night.
I love my new life, since losing my twin,
Being discarded, left for dead on the floor,
My life’s been odd, living with folks just like me,
Living, together, in a big odd sock drawer.
He was an odd old man of 43
Looking older and odder than should be
Livin’ alone up on the hill
Nothin’ but chickens for company
He was living off the grid
Had a big log cabin on the property
But he chose to live in tin
Said he built the cabin for a woman he once loved
Since she left it was the place he couldn’t stand to be in
On the land he had a pristine pond
But he used a rusty shower head at the rear of the trailer
When I came he always told of me that he was fond
Once when I visited he let me shoot his guns
And we laughed and told bad jokes all afternoon
He loved his chickens and spending time with friends
And he was often heard howling at his moon
I’d see him around town driving a broke down lookin’ truck
The kind where the doors could fall right off
He’d wave and whistle to ya and yell Good Luck!
But the people in town they would just scoff
Nice old man, kinda lonely I would guess
Staring at that big log cabin every night
Feel sorta bad for him, I must confess
He was an odd old man of 43
I love my socks, all colours and design
The brighter the nicer, simply sublime
Socks warm feet, cosy and snug as a rug
Fabulous for dancing the jitterbug.
Many times I find there’s holes in one sock
I wonder should I keep the odd one in stock
Do I throw the odd sock away, oh no
I wear odd socks and merrily do so.
One may suggest wearing odd socks is strange
But look how one’s money would slip down drain
Getting extra wear out of an odd sock
In these days of inflation odd socks rock.
So guys and gals hold onto your odd socks
And match them up with your shirts or your frocks
Bestow quirky brightness to every day
Nevermore to throw an odd sock away.
Many years have now past
an old grand father talks
as with grand kids he walks
the seeds he with them has cast
His view is that with us they abide
gradual have been the changes
as with us they mingle over the ages
intermarriage has spread out wide
Now there are no earthlings or aliens
just an inter galaxy race
who do things to their own pace
all now become Freudians
This is how he explains the unexplainable
he cautions them to take care
unless their lives are left bare
as along the path we all stumble
I leave you now on things to ponder
ask yourself are we alone?
do we with each other have to atone
can we meet each other with candor?
Or will we always fear and treat with suspicion
that which is not quite normal?
checking out each other's aural
can we ever join together in fission?
one day Kitty came inside from the porch
with a mouse in her mouth and I said- oh no
but she gently put it down and it did not run
but followed Kitty to her basket and got in
together they cuddled and kissed all day
I was in shock thinking does this happen
anyways, I named the mouse- Mousy
and read up on what to feed our new friend
I made him a home in an old garden pot
and put it in a secluded spot on the porch
but most of the time Kitty and Mousy played
and slept- and ate together side by side
sometimes, Mousy took a ride on Kitty's back
and sometimes, she slept upon Kitty's head
it was an amazing and wonderful thing
a funny thing and a divine thing blessed by God