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___Given the popularity of the Quatrain Corner & that I intended it for short poems, I thought I'd try a thread for you all without the length restriction. Feel free to post either poetry or comment here.

___To kick things off, I offer the only long poem I have at the ready.

 

 

Morgan's Poem

by Turtle George

 

Not long ago and just nearby,

I chanced upon a tiny fly,

Who sat upon a tiny mat,

Upon his head a tiny hat.

 

How very curious then thought I,

To find a hat upon a fly,

And that fly upon a mat,

I'd seen no stranger thing than that

.

I bent right down and spoke to it,

And found it minded not one bit,

It spoke right back and greeted me,

And asked that I should grant its plea.

 

"You see", it said, "I've lost my book,

It's not in any place I look."

And so it was I searched around,

Up in the leaves and on the ground.

 

The book I found hung on a twig,

As you might guess it was not big,

I picked it up quite carefully,

And looked up close the best to see.

 

I wished to know what flys might read,

So with my eye I drew a bead,

And there upon the tiny page,

A list of poems for any age.

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i've read that before, did you post that in the quatrain corner like...months ago? it's $@#^&* awesome though, such a creative situation.

 

ceziles don't knock - jason lowe

we came accross some things to find,

another one gets lost with the sway of treading water just to breathe.

the longest lasting asteroid follows six fingers through the seizure,

and accumulating time within a vile:

"give some time to time and mind

before you know they're intertwined

never let them find you."

 

a ship sailed through your cornea,

desert footprints nudged a shadow of a bird who flew straight through the moon.

tried to sympathize the sun dial,

buried by the tide of sunken dune.

 

i watched the vines crawl from the pot,

the earth got cold, the earth got hot.

i see the moons, i saw the sun

seven tremors roll like dice every time the chair creeks,

beating hearts get sick of that song too.

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This very poem I now compose,

without regard for where it flows,

but touching on some thoughts in mind,

so as to not get far behind,

like keeping up I ever could,

no smarter than a chunk of wood,

whoose splint'ry touch pricks sharply through,

and brings to mind what some call blue,

then brings that warmth when fire burns,

glowing embers taking turns,

giving way to other forms,

comfort from so many storms.

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A new poem for a new day

Thank the Turtle for a quiet place

What to coment what to say?

It's lonely here in cyber space.

 

Rythem of quatrain

stuck in my mind

a trackless train

I can't unwind.

 

A few little words

in this blooming venue

flocks and herds

read the menue.

 

Just open the box

and look inside

everyone talks

and most of us hide

 

Behind avatar cloaks

and funny names

logic and jokes

theories and games

 

Facts in one pile

explained in two

an inch for a mile

a sock for a shoe

 

Everyone's equal

and so it should be

wait for the sequal.

Everyone's free!

 

So come on down!

the price is right!

burry the frown

see the light.

 

By BEAKER

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parked my car eons away,

somwhere far, is all i can say,

it sat in mud on the side of the road,

where i watched the dawn and sang with a toad.

the clouds they melted into my glass,

as cars with people and lives they passed.

i sipped the sky with tomorrows face,

knowing ice will blend and cease without a trace.

this analogical thought dispersed into geustures,

of everbody's face i've ever known.

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Mortal Son with strength of Thor,

hammer in his hands he bore,

as a mountain pledged to shore,

against the Sparrow's plight.

 

And when his hammer strikes at stone,

rebuilding walls left long alone,

with wisdom doth those blows atone,

and Sparrows come to light.

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  • 2 weeks later...

Moving

I set out upon the road,

get thee out the landlord goad,

and into new environs strode,

to make a new beginning.

 

Confusion reigns my feigned approach,

as chaos stands for me to broach,

not even left a ragged roach,

to let me think I'm winning.

 

But nought to do but go along,

with eddy currents tugging strong,

and hope that shoreline comes along,

to stop this maddening spinning.

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HIM

Our father who art in heaven

Stay there . . . Jacques Prévert

 

 

If I wasn't spos'd to eat,

then why'd You plant the tree?

And if You knew I would,

Why bother tempting me?

And though You knew ahead

I'd do what You forbade me.

You toss'd me out of Paradise

For being what You made me.

But I'll have one last word,

As through Thy gates I pass,

You can take Yer Flamin' Sword

And stick it up Yer ***.

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palindrome Name no one man;

 

Name no one man,

let's select a few.

To order our drinks,

and pay for the brew.

 

Name no one man,

when they close up tight.

To drive us all home,

in darkness of night.

 

So let's not put all,

our eggs in one basket.

Name no one man,

to occupy the casket.

 

Someone stay sober,

as sober as you can.

And drive us home safely,

Name no one man.

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Ordinary time has stalled,

before I came to rest,

spider now I have walled,

or was it just a jest?

 

No matter to the peddler lone,

weary on the road,

naught to eat but soup of bone,

no comp'ny him to goad.

 

So time do as you will with us,

we follow at your pace,

no need to hurry on right now,

no need to forward race.

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Deep Throat:

 

Come out of your hiding,

step out into the light.

Your enemies have all departed,

no more need to fight.

 

Time has covered over,

the sins of all your past.

Come out of your closet,

forgiveness may come at last.

 

Come face-up to your public,

Mark Felt it's time to shine.

While some bath in bitterness,

others refuse to whine.

 

Make your peace before dying,

Mr. Felt, it's time I must say.

To bury that old hatchet,

and allow each to go their way.

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