Quatrain Corner

[sman]

They read-a Derrida's red merri-go-round -

For poetry, prose, plain speech or just sound -

Derive deconstructed advice, were it sound,

To arrive where they started and put the book down.

[Turtle]

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[Turtle]

the spammers and dullards and haters abound,

they crowd out the sun from the sky and the ground,

no brightness is seen from horizon around,

while the warm and the smug say on this we have frowned.

:Glasses:

[Turtle]

whon windy woth way,

sond singy soth say,

elns eidgy teth hay,

fhon fendy foth fay.

 

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[Tarantism]

Done cloud clout brings badgering backlash

thine eyes venture upwards towards true blue

turned to black when the allusions have passed

oh **** I just got hit by a car.

[Tarantism]

the metallurgist waits

stooped like a falling shrub on his artist's chair

a man sold me a gun

and said this town just a'int the same no more

[Tarantism]

this staircase is breathing!

maybe I can become myself an aerialist

to tip-top alone this waiving line

but I certainly will never look at stairs the same way again.

[Turtle]

azure jewler's magazine,

muzzled bore too bent to clean,

auric prospects set to glean,

poets' musings gladly seen.

:Glasses:

[Tarantism]

curio grasped me from a sig

and now doors open not previously seen

creativity is such a touchy thing

perhaps I will smash my head on these halls

[Turtle]

should have grokked the curio pome,

a'for i wrote a note from home.

d'oh is all i can now plead,

but in the ground is now the seed.

:Glasses:

[Tarantism]

rampent negativity in the streets

and camels burping on bended knees

running honeycomb water in the streams

and a burp of proper nouns to ease the tension

[Turtle]

a storm upon the dusk arose,

its thunder not yet heard,

but lightning lit the warning nigh,

and silenced every bird.

:Glasses:

[Tarantism]

we are the unending reverberations of "is"

everything has become an acoustic instrument

and now we play in life/time at 120/70 bpm

north points the guitar as it rises from frozen ground

[Tarantism]

was looking through the old poems of any length thread

man I used to be a terrible speller, it's rather embarrassing to look back on it actually

lucky for me I have the presence of mind of glean what I can over time

and store it all in my travel log that I call a mind.

[Tarantism]

blinded by maiming eyes

thoughts shoot daggers as I take a stroll to the convenance store

quite frankly I get very tired of constantly needing to send transmissions

so screw it, I am walking downhill anyways, so you should be able to see it in my stride

[Turtle]

a quatrain a day

keeps boredom a'bay,

and who flanged

that damn dagger in mye i!?

Edited April 15, 2012 by Turtle

[Tarantism]

quibble magnetic strips from the gorge

tinker with river floor stones of emerald

clay made from the mouth

pearls made from the sea.