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Table Containing the Poems of this Essay (Contents)

Table of Contents…………………………………………………… 2

The Truth Uttered From the Gutter…………………………3

The Grass is Not Always Greener on the Other Side..4

Love For You……………………………………………………………5

Title Page…………………………………………………………………1

Jabberwocky...............………………………………………..7

The Lie…………………………………………10 (that was a lie it’s page 8)

If the World was Crazy……………………………………………10

More Cake………………………………………………………………11

A Poem I Don’t Understand…………………………………….11

Bibliography……………………………………………………………12



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The Truth Uttered From the Gutter

I love communing with my gutter

though no answer does it utter.

I sit up there upon the roof,

and feel super-humanly aloof.

I view my suburb from above,

for all of nature feel great love.

Twigs and leaves and mulch that moulders.

Oh feel the sun upon my shoulders!

Where now the worries of my life,

for on the roof there ain't no strife.

I prance about from tile to tile!

I see the neighbours nod and smile!

Thus soon I hear an ambulance -

Oh can't they see with just a glance

how happy I am on my roof.

How could anyone need more proof

yet now I find all others blind,

for they have grabbed me! 'Do you mind!!!

Let go!' I yell. I scream and shout,

but damn, I fear they'll never let me out.

The writer of this poem obviously does not have a

fear of heights. The writer also likes sitting on

roofs and cleaning gutters. This poem is very literal

and definitely eccentric, so eccentric in fact that

while the author was sitting on his roof enjoying

the world around him an ambulance was called to

take him or her away. Working on the gutters and

standing on the roof is very relaxing for the author

and removes stress and strife.



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The Grass is Not Greener on the Other Side

Should one swim with the fish into a net of false?

Though they seem the comfort,

the

pain

is

not.

For a stick is sharper than the best

of

blunt

knives,

A wise dog lives longer than a foolish cat

of

nine

lives.

Although it seems right to

follow

the

tide,

The grass is not greener

on

the

other

side.

This reminds me greatly of when you see a popstar and say “O

wish I was that guy in the TV show sooo badly” . The grass is n

always greener on the other side. This poem shows how this

metaphor is true in a slightly crazy, eccentric style. I don’t kn

exactly what the first stanza means but the second and third

show how the grass is not always greener on the other side.

Even though the cat has 9 lives, the wise dog doesn’t want to

a foolish cat for, though they have 9 lives to use, the wise dog

better at keeping its one and surviving. Even a stick is sharpe

than a blunt knife so why should we want one? The grass is

definitely not always greener on the other side.



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Love for You

My love for you

Is not red

Or pink

Or purple.

It is the color

Of the wind,

Of fear

And these words.

My love for you

Is not the sweet melody

Of a lonely magpie

Or the endless chatter

Of common demalichchas.

It is the honk of a tuk-tuk .

The whistle of Udarata Manike.

The sound of a string-less violin

Playing hard rock. Or jazz.

My love for you

Is not the reviving fresh-earth smell.

Or the delicate fragrance

Of a baby’s milky breath.

It is the stench of garlic.

And onion – as you peel each layer off.

Clinging to your fingers.

This poem is a true example of someone who is

definitely a little eccentric. The speaker compares

his or her love not to the song of a common bird but

to demalichchas, the Latin name for a species of bird

native to Sri Lanka. The speaker also shows that he

or she is not ok with the norm. Wind has no color

which makes it color all the more special and implies

that the speakers love can see through it clearly.

The speaker often compares his or her love to

something, well, not good. The speaker shows his

or her love as an onion being peeled and garlic. Also

his or her love is not the conventional rose, but a

type of flower also native to Sri Lanka. This issomething hard to understand by my interpretation

is that the speakers love is so great that it causes him

to itch when his or her loved one touches him or her.

This love is so great in fact that it is like a curse.

The speaker is probably Sri Lankan as even the

Udarata Manike is a train in Sri Lanka.



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And to your very being.

My love for you

Is not a thorny Rose-

Drawing blood;

Or a trimmed one -

Unnaturally dainty.

It is a valley of Nidikumba

That blooms among prickles

And itches. When you touch.

My love for you

Is a witch’s blessing.

My love for you

Is a fairy’s curse.



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JABBERWOCKY

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shunThe frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

Long time the manxome foe he sought --

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'

Lewis Carol, author of the book “ Alice InWonderland” created this poem, filled

with made up words, impossible

creatures, and a very confusing, even

eccentric, lines. Some of the words even

became widely known and used, such as

the word (or nonword) vorpal. The poem

is about a Jabberwock which is a

seemingly dragon like monster. A father

is warning his son to beware the

Jabberwock and instead the son goes andkills it. This reminds me of all the stories

in which a hero ignores some advice and

goes to kill a monster.



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He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

THE LIE

One day I told a lie

Its color was clear and whiteThis lie twisted around me

I became bound and tied

A small word of deception

Kept growing and maturing

Developing to lure me

Difficult to get out

Confused in solitary

Desperate and Alone

The lie was sanctuary

I kept going on

The lie became everything

All things in my life

To a point where I couldn’t

Tell what’s wrong or right

The lie I once told

Is now part of me and I don’t know what’s real

Cuz it’s several years old

I don’t know if it happened

Or whether the lie has grown

I once told a lie

At the time it didn’t seem much

At the time I was younger

And didn’t know or judge

I didn’t have a choice

I didn’t have much

We have all told lies, but this is the type that just neve

goes away. Apparently. This little white lie stuck in the

mind of the speaker and grew until the speaker could

not ignore it. The lie wracks the speaker with so much

guilt that the speaker wishes that the lie were true or

that he or she had never told the lie. Although lies are

very bad this seems like it may be a little bit of an

overreaction and definitely a little bit crazy.



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I know I told a lie that didn’t seem much

I know I made a mistake

I kept it all inside

Till I couldn’t breathe anymore

I hid it and buried it

Deep within my soul

I only told a lie

And now it lives inside me

It feeds on my emotions

And eliminates my happiness

Tears up my heart inside

I feel sorry sometimes

Sorry for my self

I feel guilty too

I can never rest

The lie grew and grew

Until the things I do

Came back to take revengeRevenge by me for me

By me because I lied

For me because I hid

I hid from the truth

I was only a kid

The truth that it happened

The truth and what it did

Now I’m only trapped

Chained to an evil lie

About the truth that lives

I wish the truth was deadI wish the lie was true

I wish it never happened

To me when I was a kid



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If the World Was Crazy

If the world was crazy, you know what I'd eat?

A big slice of soup and a whole quart of meat,

A lemonade sandwich, and then I might try

Some roasted ice cream or a bicycle pie,

A nice notebook salad, an underwear roast,

An omelet of hats and some crisp cardboard toast,

A thick malted milk made from pencils and daisies,

And that's what I'd eat if the world was crazy.

If the world was crazy, you know what I'd wear?

A chocolate suit and a tie of eclair,

Some marshmallow earmuffs, some licorice shoes,

And I'd read a paper of peppermint news.

I'd call the boys "Suzy" and I'd call the girls "Harry,"

I'd talk through my ears, and I always would carry

A paper umbrella for when it grew hazy

To keep in the rain, if the world was crazy.

If the world was crazy, you know what I'd do?

I'd walk on the ocean and swim in my shoe,

I'd fly through the ground and I'd skip through the air,

I'd run down the bathtub and bathe on the stair.

When I met somebody I'd say "G'bye, Joe,"

And when I was leaving--then I'd say "Hello."

And the greatest of men would be silly and lazy

So I would be king...if the world was crazy.

If the world was crazy, I would not include this in a

list of eccentric poems. This poem is about crazy.

It switches what you do with something with what

you do with others. The speaker considers him or

herself silly and lazy because he or she thinks that

in this crazy world silly lazy people are great and

that he or she would be the king, greatest of them

all. This crazy world is definitely backwards. This

poem has a definite light and happy air to it with a

bouncy rhyme scheme and silly tone.



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A Poem I Don't Understand

This poem

is supposedly

metaphorical deep

and dictactic but I just don't

get it

More Cake

When life

gets you down, just

think; there are only so

many cookies but there's always

more cake

The first poem is definitely eccentric. The entire poem is

about how the speaker does not understand the poem he

or she is speaking. The poem is supposed to be

metaphorical deep, but is apparently not, or at least, I don’t

get the poem either.

The second poem definitely draws up a memory of when

someone says “I’m sorry were out of that but have some of

this!” The poem is not actually about cookies and cakethough, it is about how there is always something good in

the world (or at least somewhere) even if there is none of

one good thing.



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Bibliography

By suecat

Jun 5, 2011 © Susan Henderson, All rights reserved.

http://allpoetry.com/poem/8709143-the_Truth_Uttered_From_the_Gutter-by-suecat

All Poetry.com

The Truth Uttered From the Gutter

Smell It Yet.com

http://www.smellityet.com/2012/03/grass-is-not-greener-on-other-side.html

By EcoWarrior

The Grass is Not Greener on the Other Side

Journal of an Eccentric

Keying some wayward thoughts

http://minolisw.wordpress.com/category/eccentric-poems/

Love for You

By minzysw in Eccentric Poems

Lewis Carroll

(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

JABBERWOCKY

Posted by ISIS

http://mycrazypoem.blogspot.com/

The Lie

Shel Silverstein

If the World Was Crazy

http://www.eccentricpoems.blogspot.com/

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Electronic Tomes of Eccentric Poems A Poem I Don't Understand More Cake

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