I am one of the most idiosyncratic people around.
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The project of organizing a democratic political movement entails the hope that one's ideas and beliefs are not merely idiosyncratic but speak to vital human needs, interests and desires, and therefore will be persuasive to many and ultimately most people. But this is a very different matter from deciding to put forward only those ideas presumed (accurately or not) to be compatible with what most people already believe.
quote by Ellen Willis
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Smoke Of Existence
Healing tounches in the midnight of noises
Formless form in my mind digging the idiosyncratic shouts coming out from the throat of yesterday
You are a loser
You are a nonsmoker of smoked hope
Nobody can run away from the hole of surpressed realities
Only..................hopped cracked tops without reasoned truths
This is what people called 'Screamed silence'
What matters in literature in the end is surely the idiosyncratic, the individual, the flavor or the color of a particular human suffering.
quote by Harold Bloom
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Pollock's 'Convergence' In The Eyes of Richard Milhous Nixon
Wicked
Exuberant
Syzygy
Opulent
Osmotic
Necromancy
Charming
Unfettered
Inspiration
Blasphemous
Pristine
Dynamite
Lush
Tempestuous
Solipsism
Divine
Idiosyncratic
Communion
poem by David Kowalczyk
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Originality?
Repetition or revelation
Inspiration or imitation
Originality, individuality
Purpose, duality
Re-iteration of justification
Empty head, brain dead
Idiosyncratic representation
Copied, borrowed, re-worded
Or real
Enigma
The world is enough to read
A hyperbolic sense of creed
Te path is cocksure and neat
There is no mercy nor do any plead
Hath divine power come to thee?
An idiosyncratic sense of gelid
How to vouchsafe this flibbertigibbet
It is wine upon world is sullied
A miniature of towering high bid
What for the womb? What lull deed?
poem by Hafiz Qasim
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Why Things Happen
Things don’t just happen
There’s a reason for it all.
A universal map exists
In which each of our paths fall.
Matter not that it took billions
Of years for mankind to form.
Each one of man’s millions
Has his idiosyncratic norms.
Whether there’s just one creator
Or an omnipotent, omniscient force,
Some day sooner or later
There’ll be union with this source.
Then why things happened the way
They did will be known, but too late
To change things where we had a say
Versus no choice about our fate.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Then science came along and taught us that we are not the measure of all things, that there are wonders unimagined, that the Universe is not obliged to conform to what we consider comfortable or plausible. We have learned something about the idiosyncratic nature of our common sense. Science has carried human self-consciousness to a higher level. This is surely a rite of passage, a step towards maturity.
Carl Sagan in Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space
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Idiosyncratic angels
Each fresh breathe breathes life anew,
As wisdom beckons through the starlight.
Through the eyes of an idiosyncratic angel I perceive a
Knowledge beyond her years, it lay dormant,
Sedated through the fear of simplistic Truths.
I, the same, claim no sanity just as I require no proof
That I exist beyond the circle turning out of time.
How is it your turning in your circle?
How is it you can follow true a square?
How is it we can question so existence
As if we were never there?
poem by David Lacey
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The Contrition
Desecrating old foundations
the fragile façade that one creates
Proves acrimonious to reality
and from commune it alienates
Logic gets thrown to elements
in the displayed sense of arrogant air
The inadvertent damage that is inflicted,
is beyond any emotional repair
With rage seething deep inside,
to rationality one turns blind
No point in being penitent
after bridges have been burnt behind
It may or not dawn at some stage,
what damage one has wreaked
How one's idiosyncratic nuances,
have another's feelings piqued
poem by Sunny Chopra
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Why are people always
Why are people always cheating?
Why are people always fighting?
Why are people always dieing?
Why are people always crying?
Why are people always hating?
Why are people always debating?
Why are people always trading?
Why are people always trying to fit in?
Why are people always cursing?
Why are people always bursting?
Why are people always tripping?
Why are people always not trying to be fair?
Why are people always trying to be dumb?
Why are people always playing too much?
Why are people always misbehaving?
Why are people always do drugs?
Why are people always not trying to have a future?
Why do people always try to ruin their life?
Why?
poem by Shaquan Mack
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Sonnet: Poetry
A poem's words are particles in flight
Dispersed as waves across my mental space
Interpreted by individual rite
I can but guess at both their pace and place.
To pin them down may sacrifice the drift
To let them fly may foil their depth of spike
Their fluid form provides a soothing gift
I mould them to my own capricious like.
But oft' I feel my path has run askew
As misalign is add to misalign
From idiosyncratic poet's view
Decision then to push on or resign.
But if I'm held in maze by poet's art
By doggedness I swear I'll reach it's heart.
poem by Diane Hine
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The People's World
people are good;
people are bad;
people are happy;
people are sad;
people are near;
people are far;
people are true;
people are blue;
people are white;
people are right;
people are silent;
people are violent;
people can throw;
people can grow;
people can share;
people can care;
people can unite;
people can divide;
people can fool;
people can rule;
people can trust;
people are worst;
don't think i became mad.... what ever i wrote is very common things known about people but what i want to show is that i cannot describe everything about the people as it is impossible in the same way it is impossible to understand and make every person happy around us that's it.got it!
poem by Fahmina Arjumand Misha
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I Know People
I know people who help you through the night.
And I know people who
fight that very good fight.
And, I know people who're goin for the gold.
And, I know people got them aces so you better fold.
I know people who are quick to light your cigarette.
And, I know people who say 'Buddy, ya ain't seen nothin yet.'
I know people who're workin harder every day.
And I know people who got kids come out to play.
I know people, you know people, said, I'm not so different from you.
Won't you be one of my people who
Who do too.. Won't you be one of my people who.
I know people who
are cruisin up and down the track, and
I know people who
won't be comin back.
I know people ridin too high at the wheel.
And, I know people, there to cut you that dirty deal.
I know people who'll take you into town. And, I know people who
really get around.
And I know people who're buskin up and down the mall.
And, I know people who're gonna take a fall.
I know people, you know people, see, I'm not so different from you?
Won't you be one of my people too. Said, won't you be one of my people who, who do too.
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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A Stoic against the wind
He stands in the storm with a straight face like a Flagship.
An Idealist in his idiosyncratic world
and he never bows to injustice or heeds any ill-advise.
This saintly character is a maverick.
He imagines a better society; an equilibrium
and he needs deeds to change the whole atmosphere.
He goes in every street corner with his megaphone
but to his creed nobody listens.
Corrupted young generation's malfunctions and their malice
is a cause for distress to the entire world?
This social worker though he stands in the storm
cannot stand among the exorcists.
He will be chased very soon to his hallucination world
by these underworld henchmen.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Weatherman
Halcyon weather smile
Brighter than the bursting sun
Rupturing the violent tempest
With the geometrical perfection
A wryly grin behold
You have mastered fine
The craft of marqueterie
Light wispy strokes,
Grave subtle lacerations,
And come around beautifully
You are a marionette
Inside a glass chiffonier
For the idiosyncratic spectators
Who pulled the strings
That made you a phony
In the impenetrability
Of such nonmalleable veneer
Would you deliver, in
Your euphonious brogue,
The real news to everybody?
I would die to see
You collapse like a skeleton
Trampling from the closet
And come to me naked
From the weatherman clad
poem by Norman Santos
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A Asome Poem About PEOPLE
Some people
Care about you, some people
Don’t care,
Make fun of you and walk away,
Some people,
Run past, some people
Hand you presents,
Give you a pat on the back,
Some people
You love, some people
You don’t know
Some people, some people,
You do,
Some people
You notice, some people
Eat cauliflower, some people
Are teenagers,
Some people walk to restaurants,
Sit down at the counter,
Eat there food, through it at
People,
Some people never notice you,
Some people always look, some people
Want to take you away, some people
Will never exist
Some people are other people; some people are you, some people
Die ever second,
Some people are you
poem by Annie Nosich
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The Kiss
Should i kiss you
as marble antiquity
Or sharply
- this less peck
tempting trochee aesthetic
That I
We
should might make
distinctions
between kinetic
Idiosyncratic
aberration's
tick-tock rude clock timing
Alienations'
indecision
incision
As yet our kiss
far more than lesser this
Our Kiss
Lends Lips
Our Kiss
Lends Lips for Lisp
Like poets' lunging
lavish ravish
unctuous rambunctious rhyming
Our Kiss
Quills' Quivering Quips
copyright Randy Resh 2008
poem by Randy Resh
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I see something wrong
Some people care about,
you.
Some people don't care
Would people listen to,
our lies?
Why are people abused
I see something wrong
There are pretty people
There ugly people
People play
People talk
I'm tired of people messing,
With me.
I guess people hate the truth
Some people are bad
Some people care
Others don't
Why do people cry?
This is life
I don't understand
Some people like to talk
Some people like to walk
Why people argue over nothing?
People act crazy
Why are people always cheating?
People that are lost
I admire people that have respect,
for others.
We are the people of the earth
What really goin on?
I really don't know
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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My Art My Love
i do not have flowers in my hands
and so my hands
have become flowers
all because i love you
i do not have sweet lips
but my mouth shall be as beautiful as a pond
with goldfish teeming
all because i really love you
i do not carry the world
but myself shall become one world for us
just because i have loved you
forgive my shortcomings
forgive my unannounced departure
i am a boat leaving the port
i am a train leaving the station
i promised myself nothing will change even
without you
the roof shall not leak
the floors shall not fall
because i have loved you more than anyone else
i shall be as normal as the rest
nothing idiosyncratic
because i love you and i cannot love you
you are my secret art &
i shall not sign my name on you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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