The A Mused Poetry Contest 5/29/2021 – 6/26/2021

Chel Owens

It’s, once again, way past time for our A Mused Poetry Contest. Better late than never!

  1. The Theme is a silly poem about an unusual eccentricity. In my ‘free time’ that is completely nonexistent, I’ve (still) been ploughing through In Search of the English Eccentric. Foibles, personal oddities, and strange collections abound.
  2. I recommend keeping the poem’s Length to fewer than 200 words, but who am I to suppress a slightly mad creative mind?
  3. I also recommend Rhyming but see the caveat, above.
  4. Rating: PG-13. Some eccentrics delve into less …acceptable behaviors of a less modest nature. If you wish to rhyme about such a one as this, allusions will be your friend.
  5. Above all, maintain a sense of levity. An unusual dignity, yes; but humor as well!

You have till 10:00 a.m. MST next MONTH (June 26) to submit a poem.

Use the form, below, to retain anonymity until results are posted.

Otherwise, include your poem in the comments, link to it in the comments, or leave a note that you’ve written one and stuck it on your own site in the comments. You cannot just link back to my post because WordPress is stupid and I will not receive it.

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©2021 Chel Owens

12 thoughts on “The A Mused Poetry Contest 5/29/2021 – 6/26/2021”

  2. Oooh… Time to dust off my fingers because I think I’ve got one. But that ‘dignity’ thing is kind of throwing me.

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  5. Here’s my poem for the contest. If dancing in the moonlight isn’t eccentric enough, hopefully talking to that moon would be.

    Moon Dancing

    The night sky is clear and the full moon is bright.
    It’s nutty I know but I’ll dance in its light.
    The moon doesn’t care. “Yes, I do.” Well, so what?
    “You’re nutty enough.” No, I ain’t. “You’re a nut.”

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  6. Hi twiddily Dee hi twiddily Doe
    I prance about and give it a go
    Wearing nothing but
    a well placed sock down below
    my backside and top bits bask
    about in a moonlit glow

    hi diddle Dee hi diddle Dee do
    with top hat and monocle
    and a touch of class
    How dare you speak of my big fat
    ask me now I say to thee
    I am but a man full of dignity
    of Grace of flair
    who cares if my sock is my frontal
    Underwear

    A middle e and a middle o
    like a great cat’s meow
    I must go
    but not first without
    leaving you with a taste of my riches
    I remove my sock
    to reveal my delicious
    solid gold coc….
    Sorry gotta keep
    the end PG
    for the poetry Mrs 😉

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  7. Started off as a few lines, but expanded on me in an increasingly eccentric way.

    An Eccentrics Guide To Lightening Up.

    A rare precious few view me as being one of a kind,
    Far more as possessed of a maddeningly singular mind,
    One gloomy psychiatrist classified me as slightly neurotic,
    A better one called me, far more politely, simply quixotic.

    Some call me eccentric, but that ain’t fair,
    I prefer to think I think outside the square,
    Others say my view on reality is a tad murky,
    They say I’m ‘way out there,’ I’d say ‘quirky.’

    The true eccentric is hard to define,
    The clued-up eccentric rides a fine line,
    You best keep your eccentricities on the down low,
    So I tone it down- Bellvue’s nowhere I wanna go.

    Some admit they think outside the box,
    I don’t… wish to submit to electric shocks,
    So, Doc, if eccentricity’s in the eye of the beholder
    Call me quietly eccentric- I don’t wanna smoulder.

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