Peculiarities Poems | Examples

- Light That Lights All Lights -

    By virtue of its peculiarities
    The gaze is at liberty through
    chains of fragmentary images
    The eternal light captures the attention

    At sunset rise, with mystery of increase
    Truth is mightier than the shroud of sin
    Without confusion and uncertainty,
    double-born in eternal love

    The shadows of the earth in unprofitable strife
    the silence reflects the sinful song
    A living beauty all divine
    twin tears of gratitude filled with the light of heaven

Jacob

A wrestling River
has run its cause
A quick recce
and all is sorted
Be not a Miner or mariner
for promises they cannot meet

The spite of the bitter leaves
up to the knee 
With a scheming
and storm in a teacup
I was thinking too fast
With a sinking of peculiarities underscored
Jacob has drawn my blood
but with a wink and a guile
perhaps we can grin
après moi le deluge

Kaleidoscope

Beautiful shapes to look at
(that’s the Greek etymology)
cylinder of imagination,
childhood companion,
hours spent squinting and twisting,
magical mystery machine,
a carousel for the eyes,
never the same pattern twice,
akin to snowflakes or human faces.
If the world were a kaleidoscope,
I’d twist it round and round
discerning the beautiful facades
of places, people and peculiarities,
a prismatic eye-feast
restoring hope in humanity’s future.

PRELUDE TO LONELINESS

We let time go by thinking that we will remain the same.
As we were together each day became a change within itself.
The change within us gradually occurred.
Separation was not our plan.
What we did not see or try to understand that our spirit was not the same.
Dividing us a sharp precise division leaving us not as one but two.
Two separate individuals searching and longing for the same thing
or were we?
I wanted to give my love to someone.
You wanted someone to love you.
We thought our unity was placed together by some divine power.
Every day we became familiar.
Our habits and our peculiarities we could have dealt with
But our soul was not the same.
The take was too great for me.
Out of all the love I gave.
Out of all the love you took.
You gave no love to keep the fire burning.
The fire burnt out taking our love with it.
Not even the ashes hold any traces of love.

Refurbished Nursery Rhymes: Old King Cole, a Very Merry Monarch

...or It's good to be the king!

What was't made King Cole
Such a merry old soul
As he sucked on his pipe,
And he supped from his bowl,
And he fiddled around
With three young court musicians?
And what was the role
Of his missus, Queen Cole?
Was she under a table
With a lad from the stable
Who was told he'd be able
To upgrade his position?

These royal highnesses
Were not known for their shynesses,
But more for their quaint peculiarities.
The queen drank from a chalice
That was shaped like a phallus,
While he labored away
Doing king things all day
In a black lace brassière
And a pink negligée.
But their subjects adored
Such eccentric vulgarities.

Now, getting back to the king,
That sweet silly old thing,
Here's how his story played out.
He had good years aplenty,
Then at three score and twenty,
He finally retired
And expired of the gout.

PHENOMISTA riley appel

PHENOMIMISTA riley appel
hue
  tone
in saturations
dazzling
  & intriquing
focus
  falling
concentrations
   colliding
creating
  coherent
sensations
    continuous
experential
  elaborations
intense
   & dense
spectacular
     simultaneous
contrasting
   proportions
in
perceived
   peculiarities

OPEN VERSE NO 26

STYLISATION
 natural
myriad
  scintillating
feeding
   fluidity in
exemplified
  opportunities
detected
  exuberant
& ominous
 empathy
Of
 imaginative
 dedicated
&exclusive
 opportunities
 of finished
d facets
MANNERS
direct
peculiarities
unrestrained
in joie
 de vivre
attain
  clarity
 closely
modelled
  on radical
orientation
of
unmixed colour
in
synthetics themes
closely composed
yet?
  sketchily
 suggested
by
inspired motifs
 & etchings
in
 corrective considerations
of multifarious
 impressions
of
continuing
& intensifying

Unknown, the Remnant Strands

It befalls on me the intensity,
Catapulted with dire immensity,
Within which lives the sensitivity,
Of them emotions built, the lightest. 

Then befell on me, the beknownst,
Whistled in hymnes and in absence,
The peculiarities in offsetting balances,
Them unknown like the remnant strands,
And today rejoicing to the kinds of sounds,
Evilly tracked and maximum on commands, 

Nursed the grievances forthwith,
Right so denied the chances to doeth,
Fight for agreances to heal and find worth,
Midst the punches on all ends and broken.

Existentiality the Open Form

Self analysis 
       & motive
imultiple functions
 erupt 

 tradition 
   chiselled
                in reality
distorted 
   by self perception 

folds of skin
    furrowed brows 
surround
    the anatomy of eyes

  indentations &
       peculiarities 
crystallised forever 
     by self-awareness
 in the existential

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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Ordered Collections

People in my circle,
Same interest,
Common goal,
The heart's Venn diagram,
Uniting us,
Differentiating us,
In one huge plane,
The boundaries set by nature,
Its beauty is enhanced by the variety,
Rings and shapes intertwined,
They intersect to show us,
A people crafted with peculiarities,
A people with disparate dispositions.




May 19, 2022.

Poems Related To War- Painful Facts

The causes of World War I, 

factors such as political, 
territorial 
NATIONALISM, 
and economic competition,
BENEFITS,
and not to let it ocur, 
the breakdown of the balance of power
SUPERIORITY
as well as a series of diplomatic clashes
PRIDE

The causes of World War II

strong currents of revanchism in German politics,
PRIDE;
the worldwide economic crisis,
BENEFITS,
many people lost faith in democracy 
and countries across the world 
turned to authoritarian regimes,
and their ambitious and aggressive domestic and foreign policies
NATIONALISM

To those three peculiarities – NATIONALISM, PRIDE, BENEFITS,
we should also add two more today – OVER POPULATION that the earth cannot feed,
and CLIMATE CHANGE 

What do you think the causes of World War III will be?
Well, no need to be a prophet to say what will happen 
Now all those outcomes are visible in our time
Nevertheless, 
The only thing that we want is
to live all around the world in peace
how can we manage to do that?
In the way one of the greatest leaders in history,
Mustafa Kemal ATATÜRK said
“PEACE AT HOME, PEACE IN THE WORLD”

Perfectly Mismatched

We are a perfectly mismatched set.
We share contradictory alliances in Peace
We conquer complimentary foes in War

You quell the unnerving anxiety that haunts me
And I haunt the quelling worry that unnerves you.

My emotional lows keep your mental highs grounded, well-balanced, and sane
While your emotional ups grant my mental downs the conviction, confidence and trust needed to take flight. 
.
May the discrepancies we harmonize bring the peculiarities identified by our inner circle  
because they misunderstand 
the eccentricities that keep us identically opposite.

We will thrive in eternal impermanence, blissful in our gloom, 
satisfied with our greed 


We are a perfectly mismatched set

By and By

the way you walk, and talk 
is at the mercy of tides and shifting dunes

the foibles,
the characteristically odd ways 
of your individual life
its mannerisms and behavioral peculiarities

will fall away by and by 

and what will be left
is this perfect alien species
formed by your every dazzle and daze

a translucency
all shall recognize as themselves

Friction

Scorned!

Tag Me
		Label Me
		    With Derision, treat me
Liken me to a wet disgust 
	The scrawny dog dragged from the gutter depths.

Still I Shine.
I am Ablaze.
Adorned with fiery darts of pearly strings.

						I am choosing to ignore the peculiarities
									Of my confinement.
						Shackling off identities of cultural definition   

Put me to bed with pasquinade.
Cloth me with double portions
		of traduce and slander.

Give me vilipends for a pillow
Carefully tuck me in with slur and trash
Dim the **** of my bedside lamp.

Watch me flutter my eyelid in restful slumber.
Hear me snore in gratitude.
Be sure of one thing-
My Outshining When I Rise.  
								This is the dawn of a new era
						
I am an alien to Your presumed assumptions
I laugh confidently
through my gap-teeth
 and smiles fill my dimpled cheeks.

Fates Traits

edgar alien poe
studied a ravens
cry of 'nevermore'

now

i'm left to ponder
the mouse that ate the bait
on a set trap while i watched

and

the radio played lennon's 'imagine'
after which the mouse walked away
to the tune of 'we never knew each other anyway'

so

i'll set the trap again later
and wait to be witness
to fates peculiarities

stan sand

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