Are You Game?
I am eccentric people often say
Because I view the world and all I see
In different, peculiar ways. My quirks raise
Eyebrows to say the least. Unusual, Gee!
I am a human being for Christ's sake!
Humanity is nuts to some degree.
If this is true, why look at me to make
Your case? It’s only when your quirks decree
The norm, mine become eccentricities
Abhorred by most of societies cliques.
The different peculiarities
I see but one: A different bag of tricks.
I’ll do my bag and be my guest, the same.
And stop this silly poppycock. You game?
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Quirks and eccentricities
Quirks and eccentricities (I’ll show you mine if you show me yours)
I have my favorite fork and spoon
Also gotta drink from my favorite glass
Never fasten top button or tuck shirt in
Guess that shows a definite lack of class
Never fold pages in books to mark places
Only one food item on plate at a time
Buy shoes that fasten with Velcro, never laces
And when thinking, try to make my thoughts ryhme
Arrange used creamers with lids in flower petal form
Always sit in a booth, never at a table
Read funnies first, in the paper, in the morn
Sniff every flower, whenever I’m able
When out for a walk,
I never step on a crack
I always pick up pennies for luck,
heads up is good, tails put them back
I never have blankets tucked in on my bed
Acknowledge everyone with a smile and a greetin’
Can’t pass my dog without patting his head
I talk to pigeons, which makes people think I’m a cretin
Pennies have to go in my left rear pocket
Silver has to go in the right front
I walk whenever possible (it’s healthy, don’t knock it)
Mustard only on hot dogs, cause that’s what I want
I must count every swallow of liquid I drink
I see long lost loved ones faces in crowds and buses passing by
I bite my lower lip whenever I think
Do all three letter words first in crosswords (at least I try)
Except for roaches, I never kill a bug
Tho’ I think I could be a mean kung fu fighter
Always seem to yearn for a big friendly ol’ hug
Have delusions of becoming a meaningful writer
I shave my face in exact same sequence each night
I expect loyalty and truth from people around me
In my quirks and eccentricities, I truly delight
And in some of mine, yourself you might see
poem by David Whalen
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Flying Into Tomorrow.....[SHORT; Nature observation; International Flight; Personal]
We're soon flying into tomorrow
and leaving yesterday behind.
In this way we'll more daylight borrow,
but losing sleep's what we may find.
I'll go back a day when I return.
It's silly how our world works.
I'm glad my body doesn't churn…
dealing with one of Earth's silly quirks.
(december 10,2010)
poem by Bri Edwards
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If This World Was Mine
If this world were mine, I would stop people from killing each other.
I would give money to the poor.
If this world were mine, I would stop people from selling drugs to little kids.
If this world were mine, I would make sure that kids would go to school.
I would make sure there was enough food to eat.
If this world were mine, I would stop the war.
If this world were mine, I would make sure fathers paid child support.
If this world were mine, I would try to make this world a better place to live in.
If this world were mine, I would stop people from drinking and driving.
If this world were mine, we would all love each other as one.
poem by Bryson Garrett
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Silence is Deafening
Hush, silly girl, stop breathing.
Hush, silly girl, keep it inside.
Stop, silly girl, wipe you tears.
Stop, silly girl, your crying.
Quit, silly girl, stay still.
Quit, silly girl, don’t move.
Close, silly girl, your eyes.
Close, silly girl, your mouth.
Don't, silly girl, bite my hand.
Don't, silly gril, kick my side.
Yes, silly girl, you’re mine.
Yes, silly girl, you’re mine.
I am before you.
I won’t adore you.
I control you.
You are mine.
Hush.
poem by Lyndee Michelle
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Certain flaws are necessary for the whole. It would seem strange if old friends lacked certain quirks.
Certain flaws are necessary for the whole. It would seem strange if old friends lacked certain quirks.
Freedom is walking
It is spoken man is born equal and free
To a degree the world disagrees
Some foresee what others cannot see
Freedom is walking away with glee
We have a right to Christmas with a tree
We have a right to enjoy a shopping spree
We have a right to travel the land and the sea
We have the right to an educational degree
Stop the silly talking
Whilst Freedom is walking
Freedom is not a jubilee
Freedom is not a guarantee
Who says Freedom is free?
It is spoken man is free of thought
Without the need to fear higher courts
Some have spoken and finally resorted
To hide their thoughts from being reported
We have a right to a chosen culture
We have a right not to be tortured
We have a right to nationality and security
We have a right to be part of a minority
Stop the silly talking
Whilst Freedom is walking
Freedom is not part of community
Freedom is never an informality
Who says Freedom is immunity?
We want opinion without distinction
We want a world without discrimination
We want a kingdom of utter freedom
We want it in all shapes and form
Stop the silly talking
Whilst Freedom is walking
Stop the silly talking
Whilst Freedom is mocking
www.sylviachidi.co.uk
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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We have held the peculiar notion that a person or society that is a little different from us, whoever we are, is somehow strange or bizarre, to be distrusted or loathed. Think of the negative connotations of words like alien or outlandish. And yet the monuments and cultures of each of our civilizations merely represent different ways of being human. An extraterrestrial visitor, looking at the differences among human beings and their societies, would find those differences trivial compared to the similarities.
quote by Carl Sagan
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All the details of the life and the quirks and the friendships can be laid out for us, but the mystery of the writing will remain. No amount of documentation, however fascinating, can take us there.
quote by V.S. Naipaul
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corset miss laces
remorse works cents' sense tense, quirks'
course set disgraces
haiku by Jonathan Robin (26 April 2005)
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For Christ's Sake, It's Christmas
Let there be not one stranger
To away in a manger
Let there be not one soul left untold
Let there be not one face unknown to the face of the one
Who will gather the fold
[chorus]
For Christ's sake, it's Christmas
So for Christ sake let everyone know
They all have the choice so lift up your voice
Make sure they know
By Christmas Eve
Pray that everyone sees that we've opened the eyes
That were closed
For Christ's sake it's Christmas
And for Christ's sake let everyone know
song performed by by George Strait
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If I make a move, like raise my eyebrows, some critic says I'm doing Nicholson. What am I supposed to do, cut off my eyebrows?
quote by Christian Slater
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The Letter
Little cramped words scrawling all over
the paper
Like draggled fly's legs,
What can you tell of the flaring moon
Through the oak leaves?
Or of my uncertain window and the
bare floor
Spattered with moonlight?
Your silly quirks and twists have nothing
in them
Of blossoming hawthorns,
And this paper is dull, crisp, smooth,
virgin of loveliness
Beneath my hand.
I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart
against
The want of you;
Of squeezing it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.
And I scald alone, here, under the fire
Of the great moon.
Submitted by Venus
poem by Amy Lowell
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Silly Game
I never thought u would be the one
That Id wanna run 2
I never thought u would be the one
That would make me care
And even tho u done me wrong
4 some strange reason I cant xplain
I get happy knowing u phoned
Cuz your voice could kill my every pain
Why do we play this silly game?
I never thought u would be the one
That Id wanna give 2
A diamond ring, anything that u ask me 2
But there u were, bragging 2 your friends
Making up a story thats so lame
That I was down 2 be your sugardaddy
One way ticket to ghetto fame
Why do we play this silly game?
Every other night u werent at home
Out in the streets, just acting grown
Never with a bodyguard or chaperone
Then I hear a rumour that breaks my heart
Instead of taking care of yourself
Ure tearing yourself apart
Now why u wanna
(why u wanna, why u wanna ...)
Now why u wanna go and do that, love?
Why do we play this silly game?
I never thought u would be the one
(that Id wanna run 2) that Id wanna run 2
I never thought ud be the one
That would make me care
No matter how far I run
Ill never be the same (Ill never be the same)
In the end, in the end, theres only us 2 blame
Why do we play this ...
Why do we play this silly ...
Why do we play this silly game?
Yeah
Ooh-ooh
Tell me why? (tell me why? )
Oh why? (oh why? )
Oh why - why?
Why do we play this silly game?
Game
song performed by by Prince
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Nobody Else In The World But You
(don henley/jai winding/stan lynch)
You live in a house of mirrors
Reflecting your splendid isolation
You have so much of everything
Except for true consideration
The way you dance
The way you walk
The way you drive
The way you talk
The way you eat
The way you drink
The way you act
The way that you dont think
Its like theres
Nobody else in the world but you
Nobody else in the world
Nobody else in the world but you
In case you havent noticed
Theres lots of other people here, too
Hey now, did your momma teach you anything?
Some things still got to be respected
Is it a sign of the times, or is it just your callous heart?
How did you get so disconnected?
The way you push
The way you shove
The way you hate
The way you love
The lies you spin
The scenes you make
The grief you give
The space you take
Its like theres
Nobody else in the world but you
Nobody else in the world
Nobody else in the world but you
In case you havent noticed
Theres lots of other people here, too
And now its time you did a little giving, baby
The world is not your plaything, no, no, no
(solo)
Nobody else in the world but you
Nobody else in the world
Nobody else in the world but you
In case you havent noticed
Theres lots of other people here
Nobody else in the world but you
Nobody else in the world
Its like theresnobody else in the world but you
In case you havent noticed there are lots of other people here, too
song performed by by Don Henley
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Am I?
Am I insane? Perhaps I am.
Quite frankly I don’t give a damn
what other people think of me.
Because at last I’ve broken free.
I don’t believe that I must do
what others may expect me to.
There is no way I will conform
to what’s considered as the norm.
My little eccentricities
are not if fact designed to please
anybody at all but me
I go my own way happily
I do not think that life should be
Taken quite so seriously
4-Apr-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Alison
Oh it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl.
And with the way you look i understand
That you are not impressed.
But i heard you let that little friend of mine
Take off your party dress.
I'm not going to get too sentimental
Like those other sticky valentines,
'cause i don't know if you've been loving somebody.
I only know it isn't mine.
Alison, i know this world is killing you.
Oh, alison, my aim is true.
Well i see you've got a husband now.
Did he leave your pretty fingers lying
In the wedding cake?
You used to hold him right in your hand.
I'll bet he took all he could take.
Sometimes i wish that i could stop you from talking
When i hear the silly things that you say.
I think somebody better put out the big light,
Cause i can't stand to see you this way.
Alison, i know this world is killing you.
Oh, alison, my aim is true.
My aim is true.
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Change The World
Chorus:
Together well change the world
This is our destiny
And make it a better place
In peace and harmony
Together well change the world
Can be reality
And then we gonna, make it right
And stop the misery
Chorus b:
All the people in every nation
Now we gonna rise above
All the problems and frustration
Now stand up and say enough
Rap 1:
You can call me a dreamer, I guess Im a believer
I believe we can change the world one day
Anyway, sooner or later, were natures creator
We wanna live in peace, stop to run away
Open your mind, the view doesnt get clearer
This is your time, dont let nobody stop ya
Here is your destiny, holding your hand
Lets call it a friend
Rap bridge:
Everybody stand up, up
We can make things better, better
Everybody for peace, peace
Come on lets change the world
Midpart:
Lets change the world - together we are strong
Lets change the world - we know whats going on
Lets change it all - the world is in our hands
We all need peace, we all need hope
Let us change the world
Rap 2:
Stop, step back dont let somebody play the game
Scream it loud, we dont want no black rain
No pain anymore in human history
Im talking about a world, full of melody
My life keeps on running, - just faster and faster
I pray for a wind of change, dont want that disaster
Fighting with spirit, - for everyone, for you and me
This world is my place to be
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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Ms Eccentric
Ms Eccentric,
With your bowls of placed mints.
May I sit to inquire about your sentiments?
Why do you dine in powdered wig and gloves?
And feed bread crumbs to caged doves...
Announcing this to be an activity,
You have come to love!
Ms Eccentric,
As you sit and think of it...
Have you ever wished to be less obvious,
Doing those things intentionally meant?
Or does it make you feel better,
To get the attention you attract?
Knowing without that attention...
You would not be mentioned.
And making you bored to know that!
But you have seen to it,
No one can ignore you not one bit!
And without it to motivate...
You believe you could not exist,
Being less eccentric.
Or have someone like me,
Stop being curious enough to pay you a visit.
And I am glad you invite my curiosity with delight!
Ms Eccentric?
You know it's hard for me to show a dislike.
You know my presence feeds your appetite.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Am I Crazy
Words that keep on coming
into my crazy mind, but why?
they enter they run around,
confuse, they drive me mad.
Nuisance this world of ours,
silly too the words that come,
they go away to come again,
in and out, they roundabout.
Turning they fly into my mind,
where or how who made these
crazy words come in, silly too
To I find my mind so troubled.
Am I mad, am I sane, am I crazy,
am I nuts, am I around the bend,
am I creating, do I have a problem,
do I have a gift for crazy thoughts?
Is it wrong to question, wrong to ask,
is the world mad or am I pretty dumb,
or should I become like a good sheep,
become a flock, a clique, a tag along?
I need to have an answer or a reply;
life is everywhere, so beautiful to see,
people love, they have their families,
they help each other, they marry too.
In all the crazy words, questions found;
if our world is full of beauty, full of growth,
if we love someone who is a human being,
a member of the human race that cares.
Most try to make a better world to live,
yet some who believe in this or that,
try to sweep the love the care away,
they kill, they hurt, they make the war.
Why use weapons to destroy beauty
of our world, make the bombs, the guns
that kill, spoil our world, hurt, injure
wound people, damage work that’s built?
If you can say my crazy words are wrong,
and give good reasons why you’d rather war,
kill people, destroy their homes their lives,
destroy trust, truth, spread hate not love.
Than live a life of love, harmony, of peace.
Convince me of your love for all mankind,
Only then and with much persuasion will I
be a good sheep, who follows, tags along.
Indifferent, unconcerned by worlds at war.
Bob Blackwell
23-05-2010
poem by Bob Blackwell
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