Quatrain Corner

[Turtle]

I see six hundred posts I've reached,
indeed a manic run,
with just another finger tap,
I've reached six hundred one.

[Turtle]

Our theory called Big Bang,
seems more than a hunch,
our question yet answered,
will there be a Big Crunch?

[orbsycli]

underneath seven,
you might find eight.
either way,
this song is great.

[BEAKER]

Originally Posted by Turtle

Our theory called Big Bang,
seems more than a hunch,
our question yet answered,
will there be a Big Crunch?

The big bang orangutang
climbed upon a chair and sang
monumental hunch to hang
so many theories in a gang.

When the munchy is crunchy
cause the theory is hunchy
the science gets punchy
when it's time for lunchy.

[Turtle]

This is the kind of four line poem that runs across the page all the way 'till it reaches right,
the kind of stream of conciouness no metered poem that springs up in your mind at night,
and seems to have some kind of theme or point but it's pretty hard seeing it but you might,
but if you do let me know because I don't think I even have the slightest idea what it is.

[orbsycli]

that sure is long,
kind of like king kong,
just on his side,
and somehow stretched across the horizon.

[orbsycli]

i like the circles
in your eyes
could i cut them
into fives?

[infamous]

Men resist death,
as long as they live.
Only when they must,
will they reverence give.

So what can be learned,
from a life pure and fit.
For the fullness is found,
in the dying of it.

by Infamous

[BEAKER]

Originally Posted by infamous

Men resist death,
as long as they live.
Only when they must,
will they reverence give.

So what can be learned,
from a life pure and fit.
For the fullness is found,
in the dying of it.

by Infamous

That's totally cool and truly profound!
Some of the best rhyme I've seen around.
Deeper than life is the sobering sound,
at the end of it all as we're placed in the ground.

BEAKER

[orbsycli]

a traintrack through the cornea,
desert footprints nudge a shadow of a bird who's flying to the moon.
try to sympathize the sun dial,
buried by the tide of sunken dune.

i watched the vines crawl from the pot,
the earth got cold, the earth got hot.
seven tremors roll like dice every time the chair creeks,
beating hearts get sick of that song too.