Quatrain Corner

[Turtle]

rattling bones death's said to rise,

naught but holes where once sat eyes,

frenzied clatters blind surprise,

gimme candy fore you dies!

:hihi:

:(

:hihi:

:eek2:

[Turtle]

the dead live in us every day

but hallowed eve some say so say

to go about in dark to play

to pass the graveyards whistling way

:eek:

:)

[Loricybin]

let me slip into something more comfortable..

like your skin..

let me in,

and let's really start sharing.

[Boerseun]

let me slip into something more comfortable..

like your skin..

let me in,

and let's really start sharing.

 

Creepy, man! Composed by Hannibal Lecter? :eek:

 

Now for something more stylish and prosaic:

 

Mary had a little lamb

Her father shot it dead.

Now it goes to school with her

Between two chunks of bread.

 

(APPLAUSE) Thank you... thank you... (MORE APPLAUSE) thanks, guys... (DEAFENING APPLAUSE!!!) really, thanks, guys

[Loricybin]

quatrain corner had a post,

its imagery grotesque.

everywhere the poem went

it put nerves to the test.

[Turtle]

when looking out myself i see,

yet here in here i say is me,

and how around then this can be,

when looking out myself i see.

:)

[Loricybin]

lurking in the stairways are flesh covered ghosts.

their cardboard mattresses tell jokes without punchlines.

beer soaked beards cough and pucker, around mumbleberry lips.

the pot-bellied bullyfarts stalk the city streets tonight.

[Turtle]

tin tin the beard is in

the wool is mimbly

and the stare

is min

:)

[Turtle]

flatulent sheep all dancing in felt,

the vapor so strong that tin it would melt,

their elven steps ratted & tatted & tight,

not one will be sleeping through this winter's night.

:phones::xmas_sheep::xmas_sheep::xmas_sheep:

[Turtle]

we take much less without our foes,

the walls whose siege we lay,

and even if they windmills be,

at least we dared a fray.

:hihi:

[Turtle]

i love a tasty beet,

fresh from my garden trove;

i boil it for an hour,

in a pot upon my stove.

:hihi:

[freeztar]

There's no need to fight evil

And most certainly not good

But if ever a wind of reprise

The breeze will not tell, any direction

[Turtle]

what might be said about the cold,

that's not been said before,

can wait 'til we have come inside,

and tight have shut the door.

:)

[Turtle]

~countless spiders~

~i supposed~

~ride flying birds~

~thereon reposed~

:phones:

[Turtle]

nary a quatrain was written this week,

none rhymy, none somber, none deep;

not even a free-verse flung on the wall,

to ponder while falling to sleep.

:)

[Turtle]

we count our numbers 1, 2, 3

then add them up the more to see

so draw our figures 3, 4, 5

to show the cracks on which we thrive

:)

[Turtle]

way ho a place for words what will,

wing flights o' fancy logic kill,

take jousts a' gallop pon yon mill,

choke down that nasty bitter pill.

:phones: