Best Quadruple Poems
I raised an Australian dingo,
no name came to mind but Ringo;
he jumped on me,
ripped my clothes daily...
it costed me plenty of money!
Only once I left him alone;
good grief... my furniture was torn!
Oh, should I be mad...
or be kind instead?
I'll sleep over it for tonight!
All Ringo did was run, bark and howl,
mistaking a small cat for an owl;
They took him away
to the zoo today;
he'll whimper form his cage, not rest!
I'll take him back, lest he behaves;
his lesson he'll learn: good manners!
Now, Ringo just stares
to earn forgiveness...
it's fun to play with him and laugh!
You put a smile on my face
Every time you crack a joke, everyone is amaze
When you get a coin in my ears
And when you blow up all my fears
When I strum the guitar that you gave to me when I was ten
We play together the musical notes of life
I’m glad that I belong with you, you from heaven
Together we play the melody from the star light
You taught me to ride a quadruple bike
Even if the balance was not balance to three until it became twice
I know that you are there holding my shirt, standing
Never let me fall, until I learn my lesson of moving
We made our first kite together
It was blue; white is the tail, sticks holding the long thread
It looks like your dream for me and our hands holding it tighter
FLY HIGH! And it turns to cool certificates in the space near my bed
You’re a love adviser next to her and her
Giving some points, make my first fall in love with me
But for now she’s my EX, and you still giving another
Trying to bring up my heart, and learn to love my forever
Your foot steps are always at the back of my feet
When I’m down, you lifted me up as you show your teeth
You tap my spine and will say the magic word
“Look at me now” say cheese at your side is our Lord
And now it’s time to give you a hug
I know that you do not have a social net and hates TAG
Personally, I will say the title of this with happy ad
Thank you for everything, LOVE, LIGHT and LIFE
You’re the best, I love you dad…
Wherever life breathes,
love beautifies everything
He has created!
Waterfalls nourish
what's lies underneath as ponds
hold their fresh water!
It's a Paradise
we have lost since their first sin...
let us take it back!
God needs our presence,
to walk with Him and obey...
we can be holy!
Characterized by the early settlement
of the San Bushmen of the Kalahari.
Its patriotic sentiments of profound bravery
echos the nation’s long struggle for independence
well articulated and expressed in the psalm of Axali Doeseb.
This second to the least overpopulated territory
is home to the continent’s tallest elephants
and the endangered black rhino.
It houses the world’s oldest desert
with a display of the globe’s highest sand-dunes.
Quadruple medals from Frankie Fredericks,
remarkable atmospheric space for astronomers and star gazers,
spectacular deserts in the Kalahari and Namib
and the emanating awe from the Namib-Naukluft park
are national prides fixed into global glories.
Next after the Grand canyon is the Fish river counterpart
but the Dragon’s breath stands tall in the globe’s underground lakes.
Populates the most in free-roaming Cheetahs,
accepts nature’s curse of the historic Northern coast
and the sun’s blessing in over three hundred days every year.
‘peace be still’ is the definition of its pride
but still not exempted from the painful whip
afflicted by the demon enslaving its mother- region.
Glory, glory, hear my story, it’s time for me to tell
oratory of a gory crime; for I must dwell
pre-purgatory ‘til I’m hoary slime in hell.
Jury, jury, discriminatory, my crime you must expel.
Sorry, sorry for past outlawry but I’m not doing well --
Damnatory is this multi-story sub-prime prison cell,
territory of predatory gangs and grime and smell,
inflammatory, fueled by fury, to prime my primal yell!
Submitted July 1, 2020 for the “Triple Rhyme Poetry Contest” sponsored by Beth Evans.
(Perhaps its a “quadruple?”)
Identified by a combination of the third and eighth letters
is this region considered the best place to be born,
and also housing one of the most welcomed topographies
in a habitat highly rated and respected globally.
The father of the Red Cross
with a long standing tradition
of political and military neutrality.
Little wonder, its social vices are measured in a micro scale.
A quadruple identity of communication,
having the topmost position in chocolates making
and an unbeatable reputation in affluent watches,
Vacheron constantin being the unequaled and consistent trail blazer.
They seem to be the reason for soft drinks production.
They ensure Guinea pigs must be kept in pairs as pets.
The birth place of world most famous companies
and its power house decorated in over a thousand artificial springing waters.
(Retourne is a French poetry form wherein repetition is used. It consists
of four quatrains (four-line stanzas), with each line having eight syllables. The trick
is though that the first stanza's second line must also be the second stanza's first
line, the first stanza's third line is the third stanza's first, and the first stanza's
fourth line is the fourth stanza's first)
A mermaid met three fisherman
She was pleased to offer a wish
The wish differed considerably
Not happy for wishes granted.
She was pleased to offer a wish
To the first fisherman in line
He asked to double his I.Q
Started quoting Keats with surprise.
Wish differed considerably
Of the second fisherman when
He asked to triple his I.Q.
Started predicting tsunami.
Not happy for the wishes granted
The third fisherman thought deeply
Asked to quadruple his I.Q.
Turned into a woman by her.
+++++++
March 28, 2014
Form: Retourne not on PS so entered as Verse Form
Dr. Ram Mehta
Third Place Win
Contest: Dabbling in poetry forms by gautami Phookan
At home, I have witness them all,
Witness the process of germinating
From precious seed sown amongst thorn and tares,
To taken root, even when there’s no chance
There is unverified full hatred,
Wild spurious jealousy from unlikely,
To nothing he would amount, voices their hearts;
Contrariwise, out of nothing came something,
I have been slain, buried and resurrected
Used, laundered and rejected like a dress
Kindred, neighbours, acquaintance fellows alike
I dreamt of monitors, daemons with sharp horns
On top, with needle arrows aiming at me;
Vomiting fierce sulfur Dragon blocking my path,
Seen faceless monsters hindering me,
Fearsome beast from ancient castle stalking me,
Even Goliath ghost with quadruple eyes on the thorax
Nails shooting out like razors,
Mysterious the Thing with dozen of various heads
And the deadly blood angry serpents
Issuing forth, curling like hair and like smoke.
I came to where the godfather turned in
The only begotten for sacrifice for gore,
And a son pledge the mother to gain wealth,
A man after gaining illusory riches
Began to pack hyenas into his closest
Boding migrating to extinction,
Gingerly being the same soft vessels
Began to hiss, hound, tearing and calling
Heaven and earth to loose
And pour down venom on likable.
They quests and guests for witchcraft
Taking would be expected thought of foes,
And brought home this deadly talisman
Applied them and used accordingly on intended
The one used must be potent than the one
Already prepared for protection against antagonist
Test negativity means scoffer is given to taste
The prepare soup.
Acing awesome atomic axel jumps
Baffling backflips and butterfly jumps
Completing camel spins and cross strokes
Dance jumps, dance lifts and death spirals
Eclipsing extensions and edge jumping
Fearless heights for fan spirals and flying spins
Gracefully gliding across galactic ice
High-handed hydroblading holiday headliners
Icebreaking intensity involving idealistic idols
Jagged jump jabbing combos and sequences
Kicking back killer knockout maneuvers
Landing leg wraps and laudable lasso lifts
Music momentum for mirror skating moves
Negotiating nifty new nimble numbers
Orchestrating an opening outrageous act
Performing in front of passionate patrons
Quantum quality quadruple jumps
Rehearsed till radically racy and riveting
Striving for split jumps and split twists spread eagle
Traveling toe step and throw loop and triple flips
Winter gymnastics on ice eagerly awaited year to year
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
I stole my first kiss,
was running away as I
heard, “COME BACK LET’S PLAY!”
I’ve learned over time,
resist certain invites but
“NEVER A GOOD TIME!”
Went back to her house
thinking she was a good time
but I’ll never know.
Her mama was there.
Instead of coming, I went!
Haven’t been back since.
Conceivable lines pivoting on time splinter extraordinary
Two pieces of extra ordinary provokes ambidextrious configurations of double dynamics in the dramatics of spilling inks ingenious strokes of creativity the aesthetics appealing to the prolific Minds concept of beauty soft silhouette appealing to the eyes a conductivity of mind's ability to precive shapes with a determination of appealing.
Scramble quadruple scruples in scripts of persuasive and evasive configurations doubling the dynamics in a complex precision of pinpointing pose mending the show sstopping pose by a provocative artist in the performing art's
The mastermind performs elegantly with a blended mixture of a colorful performance exhausting the exhaling audience sweeping their breath away.
Fascinating extraordinary mind's in every written line performing a well colored pose in the lifetime of a timed artist bending the reflected reflections of a mirror imposed beauty of a color in a provocative Rose the thorns on a divine fine thorny vine a provocative Rose colors the beauty of love fitting the color like a glove mending the abstracts with compelling facts
Trailing behind the bunch was Her. One whose equilibrium is so far forward, she trips on
her own breath. Her head was hanging low in self-pity, luckily, her rollie backpack was
acting as the gravitational pull, keeping her pudgy feet pan-caked to the ground. She
teetered like the original drinking bird, looked just like her too: well just her swollen
fat ass. She was wearing a Disney sweatshirt. Really! Why do “they” always wear Disney?
Are they the only company selling quadruple large? The irony is truly magnificent. Here:
she is the ugly duckling, the evil stepsister, the turtle that never won the race, the fat
engine that never made it up the hill. There: She was given the glass slipper, saved by
her Knight in shining armor, given the kiss to remove the curse. She is a Disney Princess.
Seven Yesrs Ago
Seven years ago on this very day,
The most wonderful man in my life passed away.
He was gentle and sweet and giving,
Played cards or bet horses for a living.
We’d go to the footy or soccer each weekend,
A tradition on which I could always depend.
Although Saturday morning he was very habitual,
In his chair in his undies with a wireless was his ritual.
Getting his tips and daily doubles for the horses,
I guess a precursor to a number of divorces.
His nature was one of pure generosity,
Without the slightest hint of anger or animosity.
Then One day he found the straight and narrow path,
Bought a coffee shop, and that meant hard graft.
His staff would love him and most stayed for years,
Then many years later were at his funeral in tears.
During this time I worked by his side,
I tell you this with an immense sense of pride.
His example was their for all of us to see,
Though it didn’t always bring the best out of me.
His whole family loved working in his very clean store,
His awesome sense of humour meant it was never a bore.
His wife, his sister, his daughters and his son,
All worked in that shop not for the pay but the fun.
As he grew older bad health caught up with him,
He did a little walking in an effort to get thin.
But with his Kantor genes his chances were slim,
I think his love of cheese is what did him in.
But with a quadruple bipass along with blood cancer,
Plus horrendous back surgery his body had no answer.
Pain was his best mate and constant companion,
He suffered in silence and was an absolute champion.
When his once dormant cancer reared up its head,
We knew time was short and that soon he’d be dead.
Then came a day I knew that he was dreading,
The start of chemo and his lovely hair he’d be shedding.
As he restlessly got ready for slumber that night,
His sweet heart mercifully gave up the fight.
Today well I’ll try not to feel too sad,
It’s hard but I’ll think of the good times we had,
I miss you buddy but just know that I’m glad,
For the times that we had and for being my Dad.
31/05/2018
A baby's basket
bounced two-times two.
Circled chimed towers ring
downtown beep-bop to the rhythm.
Enjoy the music; birds
fly over docks. It's the busy bouncing
great city street lights that
hit the road, shimmer in the dark.
I enjoy watching you dance to the music,
June. The jungle summer parties
kaput from hard rain last summer and were
laden with children screaming
"Mommy, I can't find you."
Nothing stops your dancing. You're
oblivious unless the music stops. I
pace the streets of the city's heart and
quadruple the center of the streets core, two-times-ten
ready to run, run when I know it's your
sassy sway from side to side 'till you
turn in his arms, a fall light as yogurt. It's
undeniable that this baby's basket can bounce, bounce, bounce, so
vulnerable to the splitting of the wood and the crying of the child's
watery mucus clogs her throat and all you hear is wah, wah, wah when
Xenon cries, like cheese cloth dipped in chocolate; hard to hear the
yelling when all you comprehend are feet tapping and music moving all around like
zig, zag, zook until you collapse, cause all you knew was dance, dance, dance.
STRAY NO LONGER (quadruple Haiku)
just one kind presence
soft voice and a caring way
on a dismal day
a day of hunger
a day of constant watching
each foreign movement
the boys had thrown stones
hiding place safe no longer
but then from above
this round jolly face
a voice would soothe the angels
he’s inside warm safe