Quatrain Corner

[freeztar]

Near 300 pages, my work is cut out

To seek the words holding clout

Twist and weave the lines together

From 3 poet's lovely feathers

[Turtle]

Sometimes a quatrain pops onto my scope

like a hot match on a bare thigh;

Sometimes I just wonder what kind of quatrain

Oscar Wilde and Buckminster Fuller could've co-written?

:hihi:

[Loricybin]

you know i really gotta dig

floating through this town.

you know it isn't all that big

with wheels against the ground.

[Turtle]

Loricybin Reprise

 

I forgot you might fly

sinking around that state

I never learned its part less small

lacking wings within a sky.

:)

[Loricybin]

oi, freezy,

my beezy,

where 'dem word collecshuns?

where 'da song at mon?

[Loricybin]

throbbing, pulse-sting,

jungle strut./

noggin' bobbin'

suckin' nut.

[Turtle]

wet red echoes

ringing Zion's walls

burst blue skys

as phallic clouds.

:hihi:

[Boerseun]

Roses are red,

violets are blue -

I brew my own beer,

and so should you.

[InfiniteNow]

Most leaves are green,

Some pedals are yellow,

I'd rather partake in your brew,

Since you're such a swell fellow.

 

:doh:

[freeztar]

It's not really brewing

If it's not made from scratch

So get to the malting

And get the yeast to hatch

 

:D

:doh:

[Turtle]

acoustic margins layered flux

flipping flapping quacking ducks

skyward byword highward chucks

acoustic margins layered flux.

:doh:

[Boerseun]

It's not really brewing

If it's not made from scratch

So get to the malting

And get the yeast to hatch

 

:D

:phones:

Truer words have rarely been spoken,

an extract brew is merely a token.

We should harvest the barley and culture the yeast,

but above all we shouldn't fix what's not broken.

:cheer:

[Turtle]

stones, in stones, in stones, in stones,

hidden frozen thunders,

gems a'keeping long atones,

to show us first their wonders.

[Tormod]

I am bored at work today.

Outside the birds soar in

The warming Spring Sun.

The birds ignore me, too.

[Turtle]

Tormod's Sir Prize Reprise

 

A people notices us, only.

A chilling Winter Moon;

Within a people lands out

To on the 'morrow exuberant play.

:hihi:

[Loricybin]

oozing sap,

broken skin,

doubled over

from the wind.

[Tarantism]

the Dance for the Raindeer

under an umbrella

it poses for chocolate cookies

made from the urethra.