Category Archives: quatrains

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28955955″] Tree is flaming orange, Fields are gold and sere. Blue sky burns to black- Pale stars flicker near.     Print Friendly

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Stars crush with faint beauty Yearning for mad wonder: Eyes widen to immensity, And long to surrender. Print Friendly

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We wake to sigh over the dead. The past is a corpse more heavy Than the grind of getting ahead. I laugh a future full of savvy. Print Friendly

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  She leaves her love To become full bright. And then repents, to Return- without light. Print Friendly

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The filthy rich drop to their knees And scrub and bleach the dirty fact: Their lucre ignores the tired pleas Of the bent worker’s aching back. Print Friendly

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Look, Rick Perry can fix it: He’s a master of bullshit. Texan swagger blesses heaven, Even if God looks craven. Print Friendly

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The full moon rises and the sun sinks. Now the time for perfect doublethink, But for the myriad sharp eyes that Snicker, and shamelessly wink and wink. Print Friendly

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Emerson walks and talks just fine: He reads the Vedas for breakfast, And invites new Brahmins to dine. The vigor of his table outlasts. Print Friendly

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What price the lie that cuddles pride? We cannot hide a frightful stare. The mirror cracks and shards slide Over hands too red to compare. Print Friendly

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The sun rises, the sun sleeps. The moon chases to embrace Her lover and become naught. O how round she grows with grace! Print Friendly

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