Quatrain Corner

[Loricybin]

crunch crunch crunch

the monsters stomp.

paths are carved

in 3-toed footprints.

[Loricybin]

pop goes the weasel,

painting on an easel,

bumped by a kitty.

art all over the floor.

[Loricybin]

"come now,

do you seriously believe

that he is one of you?

anggggghghhhhhgh"

[Loricybin]

toys in imagination land,

the battles ensue,

intense as ever,

and i'm a child again.

[Loricybin]

the more i sit still, the more i accomplish.

the more i stir, the less i get done.

is it really possible to be inside out?

how can it be that zero is infinity?

[Turtle]

Charlie Rose!

Charlie Rose!

If it's someone worth listening to,

it's to you that they goes.

:D

[Turtle]

I once had a kitten named Obadiah,

whose paws I did ink by the fire,

light of a candle and then put him on fresh water-color paper

and he painted me a bouquet while chasing his tail.

:naughty:

[Loricybin]

"I found a liquid cure,

for my landlock blues.

It will pass away like a slow parade,

it's leavin but I dont know how soon."

[Tarantism]

"I found a liquid cure,

for my landlock blues.

It will pass away like a slow parade,

it's leavin but I dont know how soon."

 

"You'll be free child once you have died

from the shackles of language and measurable time

and then we can trade places, play musical graves,

'til then walk away now, walk away."

[Loricybin]

bicker bicker

everywhere,

and not a drop

to drink.

[Turtle]

poems are like

third nipples;

no wait! ...

poems are like sixth toes.

:)

[Tarantism]

if only we were the ones to made the words

would you like to drink from my sun bowl?

out of which lives the vine that grew

...if only we were the ones who made the worlds.

[Tarantism]

I arranged this, to be perfectly honest

three thousand times we were aligned

twice upon linear time parallels

thrice upon that ol' wall....

[Tarantism]

the man who was to kill me came up the road

he was wearing a shadow-styled trenchcoat

he crooned and mewed in my direction

"let me take you into my garden, where the lost thoughts a dead poets await."

[Turtle]

i never met

a dead poet

that I

didn't insult.

[Turtle]

To break a trail where none have tread,

by midnight's light to go,

to find a grail where some have dread,

by darkness not to show.

:lightning

[freeztar]

Skeleton dancing

Drummer playing

Fingers pointing

Alien dancer

 

(sometimes inspiration seems to appear out of nowhere... :lightning )