Quatrain Quango

Aloha and welcome to quatrain quango.

Here, everybody is encouraged to post quatrains

anytime, anywhere.

Just spit some jazz as a 4 line poem.

You can say anything!, I'll start off:



Despite recent allegations,
the nickel and the dime
left me standing there
in time.

 

bury the shoebox
and meet at the junction
blast that boombox
feel the rhythm transcend your funktion

 

a couple of parrots
squaking near falling water
digging deeper into
stone

 

all the jeans i've ever had
came from factories
and ripped at the knees
and the cuffs, and the ass

 

I'd rather wear sunshine
so I did,
and they gave me Hand Cuffs, talkin' about illegals
or something, They stuffed me in a car.

 

Are the leaves a part of the skies or
The skies a part of the trees?
Rustle, rustle in my eardrums loud and
Luring, dancing to gypsy tambourines.

 

shells
and seeds
on the ankles of
love

 

Cowrie shells and baby blue beads
Tied to my ankle, dance when I
dance, without the music you know
We can always make our own

 

you see
there are actually three
symphonies between you
and me

 

or you and I,
Trade the grammer
for some bammer
and sticking to the rhythm.

 

Sticking to the rhythm?
Stick some rhythm to the
Men who sorely need it, my friend; for
Stalk and Biida've got a rhythm all their own!

 

aubade whispers splice
two snakes slither thru nile sand above
one moon illuminates
jellyfish, etc . .

 

you can call me Orbsycli,
or Jason
but I prefer
not to talk.

 

That's why I just sit there
and stare
like an owl
or something

 

Time zones throwing off the
Analytically minded child,
When now's more a nocturne
Than a morn dove's cry at dawn

 

magicarp
evolved into
gyrados and
knocked out starmie (what??)

 

And then a Jolteon
(Oh my grown little Eevee!)
Came and whooped Gyrados'
Big fat, fishy arse

 

Two hearts
harmonize
While eyes scan (barely open)
the surface of the moon

 

Sporadical decisions make for radical changes
Which slow down when they come to a crosswalk and
End up in packaging plants... But
Plants aren't meant to be packaged.

 

a magic wand
fell in the forest when the
wizard took
flight

last night.
And in morning we rose
slowly-
Something was missing