Four Lines
A poem caged rather than free sits behind bars made of meter chained with rhyme by the word seeker who wants lines to march perfectly. Who wants lines to perfectly march like armies work to starch...
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It’s too bleak the art of good verse for amateurs to read their work where critics come to smile and smirk as poets go from worse to worse. As poets go from worse to worse heart-break’s agony spread...
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With the task undertook all’s square in the world of rhyming quatrains and why I am here to complain that four lines each day is not fair. That four lines each day is not fair has naught to do with...
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While in my yard standing alone the unused furniture spills rust on concrete that wants to adjust to the shift of underground stones. The shifting of underground stones is what cracks solid foundations...
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Repeating an idiom is the bane and curse of written lines for non standard meanings need signs about kicked buckets and slow fizz. About kicked buckets and slow fizz there’s a whole lot of fuss and...
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If unearned wealth can get you caught then it’s best to live on wages bought hard in hourly stages sweat of the brow work your hands wrought. Work wrought by brow’s sweat and your hands can include...
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Head down in the weeds we are dropped left to grope blindly through the roots with no maps or clearly marked routes drooping feet seeking til they’re stopped. Seeking until they’re stopped, our feet...
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Once lost our balance and graces go for rides on big flying boats around the oval balance floats while graces assume their places. While the graces assume their place we try to dance on two left feet...
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Darkened abruptly eerie day steps from the shadows in the room and begins to sculpt shapes of gloom spread outward through me and away. Spread outward and away through me shadows stuck tight to my feet...
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Love of splash in shady corners drives the lone graffiti artist to spray graphics bold and shortest heeding neither law nor orders. Heeding neither orders nor law an artist paints on walls plain bare...
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I laugh and pleased by my delight you amuse with roller coasters, Chicago and alka-seltzer a tale too silly to describe
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imagine an amusement ride and a small boy all flailing arms mouth foaming like a rabid dog a tale too silly to describe
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we lie skin to skin warmed by faint touch and camaraderie completely filled by quiet ease breathing
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when I try to smooth the stray tuft that stands white against your forehead I feel the caress of soft breath on my breast
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your head on my breast I let my fingers rim that curve of ear and find the scar where catching air the bicycle stopped but you left
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earth sky earth sky just a cartwheel spinning on a predetermined axis and like the splintered glass you came down piecemeal
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stupid rays began yesterday to bebop through unwary heads jammed and snarled until they overspread and consumed my pink m&m’s
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why does my dog lie sleepily content while I gather blankets around my neck then front to the floor hind still on the couch stretches and wants out
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silence settles on our shoulders while pencils sweep into circles where kittens, clocks, shortcake, journals draw us together
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crests and troughs ride the rolling tide waves heavy with white grains of sand stroke and shape the lake’s shifting land until it slides dunes steep and wide dunes slide steep and wide not real hills...
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