Quirk Poems - Poems about Quirk

A danger to my thoughts An intellectual imprisoned to her roots Who am I to mingle? Am I to squeeze the truth? I am confused and tattered But even when breaking I make ends meet What is it for me to further seek? Despite of all the truth unfolded Yet my questions are still tricked to be asked I have tried drowning myself in distractions Yet...

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There once was a jerk from Sarasota Who fondled a nice girl named Dakota She sued him for cause To control his paws To avoid time, he fled in a Toyota. written July 26, 2021...

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I happened by a Valentine on my old way to work When she would stop and stare at me for what was just a quirk When we would live our lives together for marriage meant to be When she would say our time together was just what we could see...

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Quirk of fate it was a quirk of fate that i met my fate that date when she walked of my dreams into my life and became my wife that date when due to that quirk of cosmic fate we met that date and the rest well was just a quirk of fate writers digest prompt to write a quirk poem...

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I might not be accurate, precise, exact, and truthful, And cannot speak to you in a voice more amplified than what you hear now, To the rational thinkers, I’m able, skillful, thorough, and genuine, Exhibiting aptitude, capacity, efficiency, and power, Yet, the shallow minded opined that I’m facile, showy, cheap, and superficial. I wish to please the world, The anticipation painted the world...

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Why do I often get the shopping cart that doesn't work? I swear, it is like some kind of coincidental quirk! It is pulling me to the left with force as it moves, Literally squealing like it has not wheels, but hooves! I look like a drunk trying to get through the store, Hurrying just to get a few things...

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I eat my cereal from a coffee mug as I wander 'round the house. I suppose I could do it in public and not look out of place, just another morning Joe putting something in his face. I get stomach satisfaction that coffee sippers enjoy, but with more nutrition, and fiber. Though I miss that coffee smell, with spoon in hand it's...

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What unspeakable secrets he conceals in his mind, What spiteful thoughts he sweeps under the rug of his conscience, what untenable desires he breeds in his heart? No heavens can compare them in their complexity, No oceans match their depth, No erupting volcanoes can match in their fury No vicious hurricanes match their destructive force; Man, thou art the quirk of nature! ~Brian Strand contest...

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Quirk Free Campus The little things that pester most, do not bother me. When it comes to bothersome, my campus is quirk free. BUT let me find one dirty mass inside my neat nice home, a tumor that has formed itself and bred itself alone. Then I’ll chip, scour, and root it out an evil to be purged never giving into...

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My Quirk A thing that bothers me the most, the quirk that nags at me each day, my study desktop capped with stuff - its cluttered surface on display. Poetry books, card-making drafts, some poem lines on scribbled notes; variety of pencils, pens, and spaces filled with filing totes. Perhaps an empty coffee cup and crumbs from lunch or tiny snack. A cell phone charging, tablet...

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Wherever I would go out to A workplace or the market I must put my pen In the shirt's breast pocket Mostly a sparkling fountain pen Though nobody uses them now I have a collection of at least twenty None I will part with, everyday I would vow You are like your grandson My friends would humorously point out If someone pretends to take away...

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Quirk and Jerk In nature, Trump was found to be quirk; That to me always proved he was a jerk; Seemed short-sighted; Even though knighted; As President he has even become berserk. Jim Horn...

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This quirk of nature has no definition, formless. Boundless, yet gravitation it pull us together. Ties that bind in chemicals and sensory receptors. The limbic system, amegdela, primal carnal. Holding no preconceived notions form whom we shall yield it up to. Lift up our cup to allow, Lips of attraction to drink to their contentment whether in short...

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