Quirks Poems - Poems about Quirks

I I look at trees and think about their births. I can say to myself by looking at a leaf, “You are an oak,” or, “You are a Chinese pistache.” For this I feel proud, And this quirk is one that gives me a sense of joy, And the trees appreciate this; they listen. II...

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. . . Elementary Little Wrinkled Nose -- The Way We Like It . . ....

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Quirks Lennon and McCartney Composed a song for harps, But neither one was very good At reading flats and sharps. DaVinci was a total whiz at graphic arts and science, but could he run a marathon, or wrestle with the giants? Transformers bring us light, As Tesla had some genius. Yet, he had no business sense, Thus perished impecunious. Descartes declared, "I am," And Marx united workers, But...

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My child God’s gift… his quirks mirth-filled… bath spree glee flows… meal times burps great… play hours ease stress… art shows truths learned… thumbs up love sign… blest pray’r thanks*, Lord! gestures waves praise… let’s sleep sweet dreams! *Psalm136:1 O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever. February 22, 2021 1st place, "ALL YOURS (Feb 23)" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/22/2021....

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Everybody has some quirks To keep us sane – whatever works. These tics have, over time, accrued; To rein them in might spoil our mood. Some start in childhood – foods can’t touch Or nails get bitten, as a crutch. A certain doll must be in bed, The same book each night must be read. As we grow up, a lucky shirt May not...

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Foolish speed bumps in my life Do you have foibles? Human quirks? *** 1/6/2020 Poetry form: Quinzaine - "The English word quinzaine come from the French word qunize, meaning fifteen. A quinzaine is an unrhymed verse of fifteen syllables. These syllables are distributed among three lines so that there are seven syllables in the first line, five in the...

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“Children, obey your parents in the Lord: for this is right.” Thus declared Ephesians 6:1 of the Holy Scriptures… I confess that I’m guilty of juvenile stubbornness With my naughty quirks I can’t deny …Now somehow revealed by my kids. As to table manners, there was I feasting too long… Or I could be oblivious of Mother’s counsel for healthy...

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Teenagers confuse me They rarely make eye contact, let alone communicate verbally and if they do utter a sound it’s a grunt or ‘meh’ or ‘whateverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr’ More often than not they speak through their hands which move like lightning speed over their mobile phones At recess they send messages to each other usually to a student sitting next to them! They...

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Let the kinks and oddities remain esoteric to herald that special uniqueness that makes you, just you, as you are. Resist the shapers and conformity grinders that would smooth out the crumples, iron out the creases and wrinkles. Your texture becomes you when gripped, Your spikes and bumps adorn, when worn displayed...

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QUIRKS I once had a friend long time past Who was wont to always break his fast On cornflakes not with honey and milk But pickled onions, gherkins and their ilk Now if that’s not a quirk I’ll eat my hat But when I do I must specify that The brim must have ketchup, and then the crown Will need Mulligatawny soup...

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I am a liberal conservative who is confident when nervous. Living as a pessimistic optimist, I imagine what the worst is only to quickly dismiss this. As a depressed, joyous person my moods are rarely self-chosen. My dumbness is quite intelligent and both are often equally lent to my love I freely see spent. Fragile coats all my strength. So shy is my boldness length it forms...

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Oh, how can I describe you, ME, When that's the person I can't see? I look and look, and look some more, Then ... lose what I was looking for! You see, my mind spins on, no ends, Awake or...

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QUIRKS A chewing the side of the tongue, No it's not gum Rub the corner-point of my collar with two fingers Sucking on my lower lip While skeeting spit between my two front teeth Rub my elbow on my side Excessive winking my right eye This be normal to me Picking skin from around my cuticles Pop-crack my fingers, ankle, neck Put bing-cherry tomatoes in my hot...

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I have so many little quirks that I don’t know where to start Please try not to judge me as I bare my fragile heart First there is my coffee cup, no other can replace An antique made by Fire King, this quirk a damn disgrace I dropped it on my driveway and it broke into a million shards Trying...

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Some people frankly write about their quirks. If I had any, I would tell you so. Though no outlandish trait within me lurks, some folks think I’m a nut. What do they know? Why do they criticize when I engage in conversations with myself. What’s wrong with them? Also, they frequently enrage me, looking shocked when I burst into song while jogging through...

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