Short Idiosyncrasy Poems

lost in respect and trust
the search go beyond the crust
close encounter
the lion idiosyncrasy dominate the center...

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Concealing on my darkest shadow
Crying with my monstrous being
Laughing with my idiosyncrasy
Ending my lifeless life.

Short Poem Contest
Jun-jun Villanueva...

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Why did she think me 'peculiar'
             when 'odd' or 'strange' would do
           
          I imagine it's an idiosyncrasy
            ~ one that she never outgrew...

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Go ahead and flaunt,
flaunt your hardwork,
flaunt your self- mastery,
flaunt your weakness,
flaunt your triumph over ghostly taunts.

The visual modification only is fraction of whole.

Go ahead flaunt life with humility, 
with one's own idiosyncrasy.
Live boldly with fear....

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What peculiar behavior I see.
That’s what is known as an idiosyncrasy.
It is inconsistent with acceptances in society.
Persons who have foibles in life
have actions that can cut like a knife.
Someone with an eccentricity requiring a nudge,
is in no position to decide or judge.
...

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Modern age
the scientific digital age
people full of varied interests
opposite views
strive
malcontent
force in pretext of economists
clothed in diplomacy
while a lid is kept on hell
while hell is very much alive
then people vote their hero in
with idiosyncrasy he opens the lid of hell
then hell is reborn
into doom and pain never to mention...

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when your country
again unlock the doors
for me, and the laws are
softened,
when frontiers are franchised
to my dreams, I will then come for
 you in your enchanted castle...
I'll carry back my idiosyncrasy
to dialogue with yours, and soon
we will continue our fabulous adventure
of love...
We'll live together forever
fulfilling the prophecies we once created
under the moonlight.... We will live in peace and love
without any delays and breaks... !...

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A fuzzy fear descends.
You become ensconced? 
in the smell of a 
paranoia.

The saltcutter will forego
the idiosyncrasy
and start collecting the oil
from the dome.

A stain on the shirt 
spreads, covers
the heart in distress.
Codas were waiting.

Do not burn the book.
Go in a lily pond for a ?
script. The different shades
of flesh will be revealed.

The divine sin will ask 
for a retribution for ?
the withdrawl syndrome.


Satish Verma...

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None  word
       surely achieves
       the sense of pain and mirth...
       Dressed in  truth,
       attempt to reach the sun,
       but with wax wings
       can't even exit  the atmosphere...
       It carries a message, yes
       but no one translates it faithfully
       with precision... 
       Neither the heart
       who has been polyglot since Babel,
       can't find language that can
       express what not itself,
       the word is able......

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