There lived a man up on a hill
The locals did not bid him ill
But playground whispers of this one
Who kept his offspring in the sun
In jars of luminous liquid filled
And so the rumours they did spill
Of mysterious happenings, eerie sights
The house that glowed in dead of night
That circles appear in his back yard
Such stories and more were often heard
When ladies met in the salon
And children sung the alien song
Just an eccentric
Up on a hill
His vision was his happy pill
Fed the minds that longed to dream
The stories that they craved to see
An explorer of his own dark mind
Recognition he longed to find
With imagined tales and scary mask
What filled his day was a task
Spaceships, aliens and other toys
Often that are made for boys
Creatures from another land
In many toy shop he would stand
Collect the best that he can
To feed the rumour of the Alien Man
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Eccentrics feed the curiousity of people who cannot understand. A clever poem.congrats on poem of the day.
an interesting write of what makes the world go round? yes different types of personalities means we will never get bored! ...................well penned Alc
Interesting write.. clarifies why we have some eccentrics! ! Thank you for posting.10!
Thanks for this beautiful poem shared and congrats Alc for being picked members POD.
Dear Alc, congratulations on your poem of the day.. James McLain
A great poem of this man. No one really new him yet the hole town gossiped. Thank You
So beautifully crafted, a nice poem. congratulations for being picked POD.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, excellent. Love the rhythm, I can hear the murmuring of the hostile crowd marching ever closer.... H