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rhenee rose Oct 2024
Language is a gably thing,
One can gister words as they go;
Cacophony of sounds we set meanings with,
Leaving me flummoxed every time I unwreathe.

Sesquipedalian, dollipling, mollycoddle
Do these quixotic words truly exist?
Wattucturic, rigmarole, dorizating
Naf, won’t tell you which is which.

Maybe words do not aim to bamboozle,
But some are too choorlish to have been born;
Reminds me of how whimsical humanity is,
Passing on wanches that spell like these.
A poem about made-up words that sound too real and real words that sound too made-up.
Mrs Timetable Jul 2024
There is a chord
In your song
That makes me cry
It touches me
So deep...
I wish
It was
For me
Personality quirks are the best especially the ones you adore
iAmNotUramaki Mar 2020
i like pink

soft as a baby
delicate and precious
smiles so warm like the setting sun
a rose in a thorny garden

i like yellow

oh how fun are their quirks
a mix and match of many things
oh the joy yellow brings
a symphony in my ears when they sing

i like blue

like the oceans and the seas
a calm sky and deep tones
calm and mysterious
endless tranquility and ferocity that sets the skin on flames

i like pink yellow and blue
i like all the colors
i like all the hues

i like pink yellow and blue
how about you?
Mark Toney Jan 2020
Foolish speed bumps in my life
Do you have foibles?
Human quirks?


© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
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 second line and three in the third line (7/5/3). The first line makes a statement. The next two lines ask a question relating to that statement." -shadowpoetry.com - © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Mark Toney Oct 2019
strange and foolish quirks
trivial human foibles-
speed bumps in my life
7/28/2018 - Poetry form:  Senryu - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
AuEcologica Dec 2018
Flaws, are they not beautiful? Explain, describe what you are without them. Agreed, the wonders of the body and soul are what most search for, the island of quirks is often invisible enough. That is worrisome, even gods of old, wore these, wore them and shared them. Our mortality is clarity with them, no matter the divinity in our roots.

Simple little flaws, a rather significant part of who we indeed are.

I’d dare to say: in the end, we marry the flaws, not the perfection.
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