1500 Quatrains Set 100
(in order of creation, newest first)

Can I call you yard to yet.
and believe you too can fly.
The sadness of a humming bird's bet,
is that you both know why. 
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When two bodies meet in space,
they pass or they collide.
But I suspect the darkness smiles,
when say reveal where an orbit hides.
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Water in a faucet,
like poetry on the mind.
Hope is there when you turn a tap,
but the source has been refined.
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The most beautiful colors of a painting,
a universe or pun.
Where sometimes we find are two,
there was only room for one.
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Know how just like piano keys,
I love to hear your news.
So saddest part of your worthy notes,
one time and just one choose.
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When silence comment's on a situation,
it provokes no reaction.
The hardest heart in the deepest despair,
surely needs that traction.
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Of all my highly scary things,
culture scares the most to me.
Never been known to heed red lights,
is the subtlety that stampeeds.
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No point in naming clouds,
why didn't you tell me sooner.
They pass by fast like eyes of strangers,
named not once we fewned her.
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A research grant for curly phone cords,
that's what this world needs.
Find out where oh tangles come from,
to go where art that leads.
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I always know when I'm in love,
like trees a desert lends.
I thought I saw you twice today,
of course it always ends.
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A snail appears so slow,
but oh how fast it is.
To take from life at such a rate,
and just as fast it gives.
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Humble before the one you cove,
and especially the some you can't.
Try to be the one they love,
and the hate they wish they shan't.
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I admire your stillness,
how like an unknown lake.
but would a ripple be so bad,
those words of friendship sake.
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A million decisions all day from,
each between come nor gone.
But as a person better becomes,
the difference hums not that long.
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To aim not hurtful words at thee,
as archers' trounce go wry.
If I could be the air they move,
when angry arrows fly.
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Fine arts I sell you truly,
where no one has been.
If pun moves so carefully,
yell that's where worlds begin.
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Artists and poets are found by witch hunt,
and humanity is searching it's true.
Just keep pointing an admiring finger at others,
and hope they don't point one at you.
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She visits the coffee shop frequently,
frequency is how to tell.
Heros hide in higher specdums,
you have to fine tune well.
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Hierarchy is a magic word,
we say it all the time.
In fact there's no way not to say it,
how else would you fill a mind.
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A royal flush is a care thing,
dare so is the own.
Elation is not so a rare sing,
it's the only thing you keep in your home.
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The sides of a ladder are made with cuddles,
a lifetime's length in size.
And the rungs of a ladder are made with troubles,
in every heart one hides.
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I'll make true art when it says nothing,
and nothing has not spoken clear.
The heart is a mighty master,
but so is what we can't hear.
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Nigh not last so mighty shush,
it does to end or stay.
Pretend instead though lighty hush,
woe walk away that day.
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Until we find the real reason,
the truth will have to do.
We can only know so much,
so there's always something new.
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That which is not paradox,
can be so much at times.
Had until you find it,
as that makes it so fine.
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Bolts of lightning are like careers,
they take the easiest paths.
And retirement is like the thunder,
which echoes of the past.
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Considering the much of us,
and the emptiness of space.
Sure there's alot more nothingness,
but nothing goes to waste.
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Within a perfect stillness,
is there a place for me.
I could only till the hush,
to respond to thus as seed.
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You don't have to be a poet,
you don't have to carve in wood.
Just by telling who's your favorite,
shows just how you could.
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The peaceful in constant battle,
against the bored who would do anything.
Hand one a peace of paper,
and the other the fight that it brings.
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One votes no and four vote yes,
and so a story begins.
And always when they wish they didn't,
wisdom is their friend.
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I wish there was a movie called Fine Tuning,
about how people grow. 
How they change their inner thoughts, 
until themselves they know.
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There's only one advice,
that's worth more than another.
A life time of choices sends you somewhere,
so treasure the voice of your mother.
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Where you'll find our spirit.
That place that's made of thirds.
No light, no sound, no merits.
Destination between the words.
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Vibrations are the seasons.
Vibrations are the tides.
Vibrations are a world at work.
And that's why people cry.
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If we all think about it hard enough,
we could change the speed of light.
So yes I'll have a cup of coffee,
and keep you in my sight.
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That is where we'll meet.
Divide the number pi in two.
Where lonely philosophies touch once.
A single night's truce wooed.
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Though diamond may be the hardest stone,
It's not quite the hardest thing known.
When broken heart lungs ask why,
so hardest is the breathless cry.
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I shall never know such beauty,
like a person so hard at work.
That as she oh near sips a coffee,
which no cost can compute such worth. 
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If I believed in you hard enough,
I was sure that you'd appear.
Just like, how a snow flake,
can wish to join a tear.
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Peace shall cause war,
and war shall cause peace.
Dare but to choose friend,
or both when's shall cease.
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When I look at constellations,
I can see what your dreams are.
You'll have one million thoughts a month,
but you only get five stars.
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When men on the moon first saw the earth,
well the first time I saw you was like that.
Oh surely I was in such awe of your beauty,
but then I remembered where I was at.
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A valentine I give to thine,
and pretend we were divided and then.
Like Plasticine in a child's dreams,
we forever recombine again.
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Symbol metaphor I do see,
gentleman lady and voice of thee.
A thought filled word moves so eased,
in hath through others a brevity.
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You know that shape of humans.
Well humans are nothing like that.
But kept secret hidden inside somewhere.
Is where their circle is at.
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Art and poetry teach like mountains,
what the hiking boot needs to know.
Nothing to shoelaces could be more louder,
than the silence of something so old.
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Appreciation oh what are you,
if only one can care.
Go boldly oh the heart that plunders,
what others have held dear.
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That is the strongest shield,
when anger sounds like don't.
Nothing can hurt the warmth of self,
when a kitten's hidden in your coat.
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Did you ever climb a tree,
because that's where Tulsabutterflies might be.
And find one upon the thinnest branch,
because that's where no shy men dare chance.
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Hang his paintings in the bathroom hall,
if a need has such a lovely wall.
But I should think needs are deeper still,
his art we'll hang upon the old free will.
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Inspiration is the loneliest torment,
but oh what a place to be.
No one can join such a tiniest moment,
but lo may I hold hands with thee.
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To send them adrift upon oceans of time,
kept but afloat in the vessels of minds.
Hallways may never love metaphors,
but rhymes to hum shall swim corridors.
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Please excuse my thoughts and words,
for although I feel they're new.
They're all but oh so obvious,
most worlds already knew.
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Oh what is this thing so cruel,
If when pushed stops like a mule.
And flutters like a cobweb's code,
The ironies of life I rode.
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Culture has to choose direction,
and to learn or not was his.
When two artist meet,
something has to give.
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When hate tries to climb a ladder,
please try not to stare.
Its plight is a private matter,
remember you were once there.
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Every culture grows,
to a point where it disappears.
If a billion dice were rolled down a hill,
I hope that ours are near.
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Life is like a pair of socks.
You can hold it in your hands for years.
But no sooner than you forget to think.
Oh god it disappears.
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You too can be a heaven,
and know what a universe said.
Behold your transistor radio,
until its battery is dead.
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The spear thus flows to shield,
in the hand that also throws.
Yet no breeze be uglied thrice,
by the art of the rose thorn's pose.
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Poems are just coordinates,
locations on a map.
Revel not in the words themselves,
but where the mind is at.
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As refrigerator paintings disappear,
it is voices that glue the seams.
To bind a world with conversations,
an artist can only dream.
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Time unyields its additions.
Ideas are my bars.
To speak of thus a butterfly.
I must have forgotten the stars.
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Lumber Jacks and tire swings,
what could fill such needs.
Can an artist love such beauty,
if woman is a tree.
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An artist moves everything that is not a brush.
The brush just gets in the way.
I looked at a Dali this morning.
This evening I returned a tray.
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Build your mountain with every thought,
inspect each and every seed.
Then stand back 40 miles,
and see the shape your dream.
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The battle fields behold.
And kingdoms tear their reigns.
While all the while the pebble streams,
hold the fiercest fights for names.
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To behold we look for kinship.
No distance can stop our stare.
As we would search our lifetime cursed.
Why did we not see the air.
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68.2 soldiers good,
31.8 soldiers bad.
beauty is but 1 soldier,
such divisions make him sad.
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A world of hope in all friend's eyes.
No hearts would beat that cannot cry.
In rest of names all wolves would hide,
behind their masks of butterflies.
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Oceans of oceans and dusts of dusts.
Or between the wills of men who must.
A shore line renders but beauty best.
I'll make my whom on the thought of this.
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What is a poem without a wake,
Or a toilet without a dime?
The fires of life must vent or break,
So I hope you'll look at mine.
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If one bites the bully,
the bully will bite thee.
as frost upon the window glass,
records the dance for tea.
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I would be your gentle lover,
you would hardly know I'm there.
Just like your home drip coffee maker,
when you make one cup and stare.
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Like raindrops from an ocean,
with every word I've spoken.
Every billionth letter put together,
I've just learned spells your name.
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The flower that grows so small, 
is the saddest wilt of all. 
For there is no red or hue so lived, 
as the color of the uncorsage.
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Apply the breaks when needed.
Life but needs control.
I will not tell you my opinions,
until the light turns stroll.
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Thoughts are like a waterbed.
Did you get any sleep at all?
For any belief that rises,
another one must fall.
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Of all directions life can bend.
A million terribles or a million friends.
I'll not wish for direction two,
and accept the one that's led to you.
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Put your palms together,
then push down quick with force.
Then put your ear to the Morse code key,
and listen for a pulse.
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Sweet attention to focus thee,
upon the world in front of me.
To watch their shadow's loanlydance,
untill you see their eloquence.
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Ideas are like coke cans.
They're everywhere for those who look.
And turn their collections in for rewards,
each poem worth a cent.
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Show me an ant or ten forest streams.
And I'll show you a mountain or a single seed.
Details and distance are forever entwined.
One needs the other for understanding of mind.
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There's no such thing as fiction.
Let the truth be told.
I'll draw our world with tooth pics,
the heart said to the soul.
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Here's to the mountains who subtlety grow,
from all stimulations craved and known.
A toast to just need a painting,
and a toast to just need a poem.
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To talk all day and never say,
that which we all think.
Then somebody writes it down,
oh man what a wretched fink.
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Someday I'll be a real poet,
when I have nothing to say.
Then the poems I want to tell you,
shall already know the day.
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Would all eyes touch morning,
if sunrise could be sold.
The world would need a sun oh bright,
or a princess to behold.
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To see a strife from orbit,
that's what dreams are for.
Let no moment hide it's beauty,
so minds shall always soar.
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That most silent target,
in the noise with no end.
Oh curse the search,
for the quiet friend.
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The job was open,
so the young man applied.
And the old man waved,
you're a poet now hide.
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Action is a place,
where sighs don't need to be.
Were every happy pulse to race,
somewhere rustle leaves.
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Soft spoken hearts,
so golden their means.
Opinions like soap bubbles,
should float to their gleams.
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Oh what irony an eye becomes,
when a tear can hold despise or love.
And the hardest heart with hate filled stare,
will have mementos too somewheres.
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Tell me only autumn leaf,
how do you like your brook.
Should the water be so calm,
or move just oh so lill.
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Of all the sciences to study things,
poetry works the hardest.
To look through mirrors and microscopes,
the moist eye sees the farthest.
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Snails clung to amusement park rides,
drinking morning dew,
move as carefully in new directions,
as breakfast washers do.
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It's not my job, turning forty,
ask any bells of man.
Turn a profit, then give to arrows,
the great loss, of who I am.
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The back of a city bus may be owned by the devil,
but the bus couldn't move without it.
A balance that keeps a world so level,
never changing and never shouted.
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