Quatrain Corner

[Queso]

seize

the

day

.

[infamous]

Poetry is:

 

From music in our minds,

great melodies are sung.

Liken to cold fresh air,

as they fill up the lung.

 

With deep comprehension,

and mystery of thought.

The mental canvas yields,

a masterpiece is wrought.

 

by Infamous

[BEAKER]

Was that only smoke,

just to tickle my ear?

 

Only smoke? nay, said I.

Neither then nor now.

admiration for words

beyond here and now.

 

So many so shallow,

so many so thin.

till the sun sets upon

what they never let in.

[infamous]

Only smoke? nay, said I.

Neither then nor now.

admiration for words

beyond here and now.

 

So many so shallow,

so many so thin.

till the sun sets upon

what they never let in.

 

 

So what then are words,

that pretend our thoughts.

We struggle to convey,

what imagination has brought.

 

Just once to know,

that a connection was made.

With another human soul,

before our life does fade.

 

Into empty silentness,

that comes with our death.

We wait with longing,

just holding our breath.

 

by Infamous

[BEAKER]

Silent and empty?

Only now we presume,

having not entered

that mysterious room.

 

I hear rather singing

thoughout the hight

and joy beyond measure

with no end in sight.

 

But here I remain,

For here I must be

Till One calls me home

and death sets me free.

 

Free from the faithless

free from the doubt

free from the sin

that blocks the light out.

 

Death is a doorway

we all shall traverse

to the bed that we've made

for better or worse.

[infamous]

Silent and empty?

Only now we presume,

having not entered

that mysterious room.

 

I hear rather singing

thoughout the hight

and joy beyond measure

with no end in sight.

 

But here I remain,

For here I must be

Till One calls me home

and death sets me free.

 

Free from the faithless

free from the doubt

free from the sin

that blocks the light out.

 

Death is a doorway

we all shall traverse

to the bed that we've made

for better or worse.

 

 

Bravo BEAKER, Bravo.

[Queso]

time

to

dive

.

[BEAKER]

Never was a man so empty

never was a heart so poor

never was a mind so crippled

than those who feel no more.

 

Never were their eyes so blinded

never were their thoughts so dim

never did they stand so naked

as when they lost sight of Him.

 

Never was there more to gain

never was there more to be

never was there more to attain

than what they would never see.

[Turtle]

I cannot think long on this rhyme,

I have precious little time.

The rest of it will have to wait,

else for Seinfeld I'll be late.

[C1ay]

Hello Turtle,

resident mathemagician.

Is your moving a hurdle?

Or have you been fishin'?

[BEAKER]

I cannot think long on this rhyme,

as I have precious little time.

The rest of it will have to wait,

else for Seinfeld I'll be late.

Seinfeld! Don't wait,

Can't be late!

Gotta laugh, gotta roar,

gotta getta lotta more!:xx:

[Turtle]

There's nothing like a belly laugh,

driving back despair,

the Seinfeld gang is good for that,

when they come on the air.

[Queso]

i prefer a nice cartoon

like family guy or south park

and some cake

and some soda

[Queso]

that quatrain sucks

but i'm lazy

and so does this one

oh hey look i'm done.

[Turtle]

How lazy can one be to write a poem?

I mean really?

Even one that doesn't rhyme,

or seem to have any sense or purpose like Cartman?

[Turtle]

Out my window,

Eagle soars,

chased by Raven's,

nevermores.

[Queso]

purpose?

take cartman away,

yes do it today!

see what happens, anyway..