Best Quartered Poems

“The True Mother”

What part of a heart
in another could one trust
when betrayal comes
like a silver bullet, words and deeds
sharp piercing to burrow 
bleed out Life’s...

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Something strange

and unexplainable comes this way,
this way, it comes to us sly and fast, 
some say, perhaps, 
it has already arrived, 
it walks unseen, in...

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There was a time.

There was a time
When your fabled dreams
Seemed honest

A time when
Your open arms
Coated in dented silver and tainted dreams
Understood my Size 12 shoes

When...

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Too long I limped along a lonely road, born into this Sahara desert of a life, 
parched and hungry, face weathered and gaunt.
A deaf, dumb,...

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Violet 
star stream
flowing 
across 
the 
soullessness
of
mundane dream...
Whispering "everything's alright.
She's thriving like a spring fed rose in saintly gardens.
An angel brightly glowing.

...of this dream.
I staggered along...

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His bleeding heart
Was flustered from that torn parchment
In their leeching chapter

Pushed aside
As if “friendship” was aggression’s bull
Running through crowded cemeteries
Under quartered, sapphire moon

He sipped pitied...

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“Small Addictions” 

bit by bit 
the hunger begins,
the time when everyone,
it would seem, is giving in
to those small addictions

inevitably they become
your sole purpose for living,
your...

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"The Flipside" 

We write 
our hearts out

we pull 
the catch back in

slowly, 
they read,

we think, 
too fast

swallowed 
in the hollowed out

hallowed hearts measured 
ounce per...

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She is not so much a kitten as a weather-vane 
studying stillness through quartered panes 

from a swollen sill while I’m at my desk, coding...

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A GUNPOWDER PLOT

The 5th of November is a day to remember,
Children get excited from September, 
The sound of fireworks reverberate,
And bonfires with effigies of a...

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Old Flossy
by Don Johnson
Brisbane-Australia

It was there on Sharpen station, ....(ranch)
west near Adavale i'd be. 
Back in the early thirties, 
worst drought you'd ever see. 
Five...

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PARALLEOGRAMATIC

Four sober quadrilateral equations
were quartered around a rectangular occasion.
No less than a quadrifarious derivation,
are ever admitted to the annual rectangular without libation!...

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This June, our national football team
Is going to South Africa, for the World Cup
When we were told not to wear our team colours
I thought, ‘This...

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A King I am over this spacious realm
One dares to steal this throne of mine I own
With armies bought he tries to overwhelm
To leave my...

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margins stimulate and juxtapose
  edges greet with troubled, disturbing friction
  faraway forces exert influence and combine relentlessly
  how the Sun and Moon...

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