"quadruplets" poems
An anonymous limerick
From the 1930’s.
There was a young woman called Starkie .
Who had an affair with a darky.
The result of her sins.
Was quadruplets not twins.
One black and one white and two khaki .
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With apologies for being derogatory Philip.
Posted November. 25th 2018.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
I am standing in the
middle
of this
buzzing road
surrounded by heavily crowded pools
filled with plenty of other souls.
there's so many of them
too many of them
how can I ever feel alone?
but I am
alone.
they came in pairs,
in triplets,
quadruplets,
and a million more number variations that I am too lazy to mention!
they are going about the day,
basking in the sunlight of their current successes,
bragging.
I wish they would shut up
there's so many of them.
too many of them.
how can I ever feel alone?
but I am
alone.
I can feel the temperature shift beneath my feet
as I slightly stumble on a
rough patch
they were helping each other ever so kindly
...but not me.
there's so many of them around me
too many of them
how can I ever feel alone?
but I am still
alone.
but I don't much care about that lot
there is another lot
and there are worse feelings:
like feeling shrivelled up in your own
world and left to rot,
lonely
with the people who are supposed to be
your home.
I am alone.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
Restriction of the Bay's yeehaw,
Politely in the inner steel,
Cold bars to the planet Mars,
Dealers are encased as they want a deal!!!!
Currency friendly banker's bank upon thy smallest of wages,
Where buttered blades slice through T. C control!!!
Quadruplets of chain-gang walk in's all talking is sprayed like Russian magazines,
Some grown to addiction,
Dreamer's stay phene!!!!
Profane novelists attend the wickered chairs,
Wherein only ones a pair in solitaried room,
Twenty months to thou makes a year,
While a year settles for two....
Draft windows,
Plasticated pillows are showcases for what's to come!!!
Sit down,
Thou fool in blue the shows here, or the show has just begun!!!!!
Bribery is doubled,
A hand here at this polo lagoon!
Wherein monsoon's turn to drop outs,
Where knockout's are proprietary locked into place wittled with screws!!!!
Strenuous pulsation's beat to the enflamed core,
Pose thyself,
Thy critic of nature and god, you've settled your betted scores!!!!!
Narcotic,
I see you promising greater hopes with pre-maturities scope,
I've missed the hanging strike!!!
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
#*But sure the antique Greeks were far more mild,
Else of our *** why feigned they those nine
And poesy made Calliope’s own child*? Anne Bradstreet
Huntress, fill my pleading glass !
Let this marksman’s blood be merry.
Whether we shoot hind or ***
Hail our wet preliminary.
Having brought to birth such brave quadruplets,
Let us toast the midwife with our couplets.
Sweet Diana pours her rounds:
Tawny Port and Shooting Sherry.
Hares now flee the baying hounds
For their country sanctuary.
Thine the night, oh bright and savage huntress;
Lead us to the quarry, chaste Artemis.
Conejito, hide yourself
From the charging adversary
Who would change your pelt for pelf;
(All close shaves are cautionary).
Forgive our clanging gong and sounding brass;
They serve to drive the quarry from the grass.
Healing balm: such sporting frolic,
Dares us to stay sedentary;
Banishing our melancholic
State, her bright apothecary!
Wild huntress, let us know you as the Greeks
And quiver as our heart your arrow seeks.
Toast we now the careless hunt;
Spoonerists wax luminary.
Visions of the hairless ****
Make my lay discretionary.
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 10:19 AM UTC
This poetry is a work in progress.
This relationship is a work in progress.
Our love for each other
Has not completed process.
But at least we know it's there
And that this isn't totally worthless.
"You won't be together."
"He'll find someone who's heart is in better shape than yours
And who's soul is dauntless."
"He'll move on without you
While you're here haunted."
But I'm the kind of person who doesn't give a **** if
He's married in another state
With those things they call quadruplets,
Because my heart will still belong to him,
For it's forever bonded
To him who is my first real love,
Even if it's obnoxious.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 9:12 AM UTC
i could almost swear i was loosing
sorry... losing my mind
over this, well, phenomenon -
and it only exists in english -
the remnants of latin -
and the lack of germanic "barbarism",
i thought i turning dyslexic
for a while...
but as it turns out,
cemetary - isn't akin to cemetery -
teerful, tarry - tomato in english
and ta-may-tah in american english...
the **** is australian english?
to-mah-toh in english -
**** me, american linguistic encoding
is so much simpler...
and faster done -
but now i know why i transliterate
certain letters in certain words...
transliterate, right? i'm being spot on
with regards to a proper descriptive noun?
latin?
oh sure, i blame the existence of
graphemes (siamese diacritical
quadruplets), æ & œ -
let call the former pair adam & eve,
and the latter oedipus & epicaste,
we ******* need the german ß at some point,
i'm not saying all the time...
but come on, poetizing? looks ugly
even if you don't have the zing,
but the sing in the spelling...
poetißing... ah, that's better (not really);
but at least i know
why i sometimes make spelling
mistakes... the remnant of the latin art
of writing graphemes,
a bit like uv (not ultra-violet)
as in: when asking to chisel a word
into stone, where v actually implied u...
so why did the "lazy" ******* not
bother trimming the other curves in other
letters?
you'd probably see runes...
e.g. when R became ᚱ,
and B became ᛒ...
and S became ᛋ...
that's what i'm saying, they were "lazy"...
and a shitload of cow... ****
poured over poor U.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC