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My 1184 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

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#271    Intention is my favorite word,
rare as defeat meets lung.
As valuable as our right to speak,
is the power to hold our tongue.
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#272    Symbols harm no souls like wonder,
fused and lit but thrown no thunder.
Where in hand only knowledge measures,
like casualties their wrong forevers.
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#273    I've lived my life in one city,
which is too many to count with glees.
And like the way I've known all cities,
I've known you by all trees.
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#274    If you hear me speaking just ten words,
it's because I'm thinking of ten thousand heards.
Like for instance because they love your eyes,
wherever you blink them, a river dries.
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#275    You see that empty chair right there,
that's the man I was.
Please don't laugh too loud or soft,
the man I was might love.
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#276    To harm as less a season,
the best dressed days were why.
The crime of rest for reason,
chance to equal I passed by.
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#277    That's what poets call,
the fear of pressing the button.
Who'll grow up today,
and publish the rights to nothin?
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#278    Like a bird in love with a cell phone,
my eyes must show false glee.
At the stare where men must be unknown,
I leave quatrains for thee.
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#279    An illusion that I would love for,
of a song I would never sing.
Needs a vacancy for my fracture,
do you have such a nothing thing?
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#280    Somewhere there beside the action,
two leers behind the acquiesce.
Loft in the garden of main distraction,
I'm hoping they build their finesse.
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#281    Please forgive me when I reach for change,
I know I should move faster than stop or pause.
But the distance needs faith and the years need arrange,
when you're moving at speeds of operas.
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#282    She norms by golden counteract,
the less of her would seem.
With beaut force and diamond thought,
the woman for me must dream.
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#283    How sinned is the heart when torn,
ten thousand times a day.
Coward like the fate of warm,
the mind's eye won't obey.
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#284    At the center of everyone's hurricane,
is a story so slow we would weep.
But no one has ever been there,
for fear of the storms we greet.
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#285    You know those riddles of worlds,
that only pillows have heard.
I chime like the wind where important begins,
and hide where unspokens converge.
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#286    Deep in the recesses of time's eyes.
A curve curves or a line lines.
Maybe it changes each asked for rhyme.
And mere darkness darks or mere shine shines.
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#287    Again and again it never ends,
unloud like a dancing rain.
Somewhere in the faster light,
not now, something simple claims.
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#288    It's all about the word impedance,
do you dream of that.
Like a dance on figure skates,
to stop you they react.
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#289    Like telling time by a clock hand's shadow,
I need just one source of right.
So as near as I can tell it's hello,
when winter strikes the night.
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#290    That's, what I'm worried, most about.
That waters, are not sure things.
Holding a match up to the problem.
Beholds our rights to wings.
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#291    Diamond is not a pretty thought.
That shelter of the saddest king.
Each minute, of an average moment.
Disturbing his inner swing.
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#292    And lo however, I ride the bus.
A chapel, as quaint as far.
With war, as ample, as sitting brings.
The knowing what moves a car.
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#293    Insane beleaguered people scream.
The fanciness we fall.
On running transportation.
Where waterbeds know all.
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#294    It's, better that way you know!
To get free rights! And a tangled nose.
But wherever exactly roaming went.
I have no ideas, like pros.
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#295    But now? Would you take it?
Like Christmas again?
That nature of gold?
The standard, often?
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#296    Here's hoping our eyes, receive tainted feedback.
And what we believe, always slightly wrong.
So each and every, thing we touch.
Becomes slightly more like song.
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#297    I'm a man, and I have jel-o fingers,
but the whole world needs to know.
If only I could type this out there,
that traffic is made of people's prose.
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#298    I know there's alot of atoms,
but one somewhere contains your song.
And when you call yourself bad things,
I go there knowing that you're wrong.
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#299    If you see my eyes looking out at you,
from the mask shaped hubcap of a car.
Give them a small amount of attention,
but not enough to scar.
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#300    When we're awake we think at our tips,
where our lightning bolt chooses explore.
But when we're asleep we think at our root,
to direction our lightning bolt's core.
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