Poems Of Any Length

[Turtle]

___Given the popularity of the Quatrain Corner & that I intended it for short poems, I thought I'd try a thread for you all without the length restriction. Feel free to post either poetry or comment here.
___To kick things off, I offer the only long poem I have at the ready.

Morgan's Poem
by Turtle George

Not long ago and just nearby,
I chanced upon a tiny fly,
Who sat upon a tiny mat,
Upon his head a tiny hat.

How very curious then thought I,
To find a hat upon a fly,
And that fly upon a mat,
I'd seen no stranger thing than that
.
I bent right down and spoke to it,
And found it minded not one bit,
It spoke right back and greeted me,
And asked that I should grant its plea.

"You see", it said, "I've lost my book,
It's not in any place I look."
And so it was I searched around,
Up in the leaves and on the ground.

The book I found hung on a twig,
As you might guess it was not big,
I picked it up quite carefully,
And looked up close the best to see.

I wished to know what flys might read,
So with my eye I drew a bead,
And there upon the tiny page,
A list of poems for any age.

[orbsycli]

i've read that before, did you post that in the quatrain corner like...months ago? it's $@#^&* awesome though, such a creative situation.

ceziles don't knock - jason lowe
we came accross some things to find,
another one gets lost with the sway of treading water just to breathe.
the longest lasting asteroid follows six fingers through the seizure,
and accumulating time within a vile:
"give some time to time and mind
before you know they're intertwined
never let them find you."

a ship sailed through your cornea,
desert footprints nudged a shadow of a bird who flew straight through the moon.
tried 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.
i see the moons, i saw the sun
seven tremors roll like dice every time the chair creeks,
beating hearts get sick of that song too.

[Turtle]

This very poem I now compose,
without regard for where it flows,
but touching on some thoughts in mind,
so as to not get far behind,
like keeping up I ever could,
no smarter than a chunk of wood,
whoose splint'ry touch pricks sharply through,
and brings to mind what some call blue,
then brings that warmth when fire burns,
glowing embers taking turns,
giving way to other forms,
comfort from so many storms.

[orbsycli]

Delete.

[BEAKER]

A new poem for a new day
Thank the Turtle for a quiet place
What to coment what to say?
It's lonely here in cyber space.

Rythem of quatrain
stuck in my mind
a trackless train
I can't unwind.

A few little words
in this blooming venue
flocks and herds
read the menue.

Just open the box
and look inside
everyone talks
and most of us hide

Behind avatar cloaks
and funny names
logic and jokes
theories and games

Facts in one pile
explained in two
an inch for a mile
a sock for a shoe

Everyone's equal
and so it should be
wait for the sequal.
Everyone's free!

So come on down!
the price is right!
burry the frown
see the light.

By BEAKER

[ledbassest]

YAY for this thread.
“Life”
By: Allen Sherman

Dreams appear
And depart
And appear again
Do you trail them?
Only to become
Like a belligerent dump,
All rotted through.
Or do you rebuff them?
Only to become
Like a penitent star,
All smoldered out.

[orbsycli]

parked my car eons away,
somwhere far, is all i can say,
it sat in mud on the side of the road,
where i watched the dawn and sang with a toad.
the clouds they melted into my glass,
as cars with people and lives they passed.
i sipped the sky with tomorrows face,
knowing ice will blend and cease without a trace.
this analogical thought dispersed into geustures,
of everbody's face i've ever known.

[Tormod]

The Sparrow's Pledge

Like winds from behind shall halt at my walls
Like withering sunlight shall grow in my halls
Like poisonous rains shall be kept from my fountain
So, if you please, shall I be a mountain.

[Turtle]

Mortal Son with strength of Thor,
hammer in his hands he bore,
as a mountain pledged to shore,
against the Sparrow's plight.

And when his hammer strikes at stone,
rebuilding walls left long alone,
with wisdom doth those blows atone,
and Sparrows come to light.

[Turtle]

Moving
I set out upon the road,
get thee out the landlord goad,
and into new environs strode,
to make a new beginning.

Confusion reigns my feigned approach,
as chaos stands for me to broach,
not even left a ragged roach,
to let me think I'm winning.

But nought to do but go along,
with eddy currents tugging strong,
and hope that shoreline comes along,
to stop this maddening spinning.