Short Quad Poems

There was a large stout man named Joe Brewer
Who once was a great tobacco chewer
Cut a quad
Chew the wad
Now with no teeth he gums the leaves fewer...

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Red,
is dead,
Red,
is bad,
Red,
is fad,
Red is,
cad,
Red is,
mad,
Red is,
pad,
Red is 
twad,
Red is,
sad,
Red is,
firing quad,
Red is,
bled,
Red is,
stop sped,
well,
I think,
I need to stop,
as I am seeing red....

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from their quadrants
quadruped
quarterfinalists
quarrelling
in quadraphonic 
quadruplicity
are disqualified
for actually
being a
wanted
tetrad
only posing
as a quartet



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on January 30, 2020 for contest WHAT’S IN A NUMBER sponsored by JULIET LIGON...

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Sipp'n on drinks
Walk'n outside 
There she is 
Beautiful as ever 
Couldn't walk past 
without saying hi 
"You go here"
Yeah, You 
"Yeah" .... 
She caught my eye
And soon after my heart 
Your pretty 
"Nah you are" 
Wrap'n arms around body ....
Same place we met 
I whispered in her ear
"Will you be my girlfriend"
Let me think about it 
Sike Nah, yeah 
"yeah" 
Kiss'n lips...

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Dorrie Ann left Herman again.
It happens on a cyclical schedule.
October, January, April and July.
A quad-yearly thing.
We cousins take her in.
Knowing in a day or two Herman will show up.
Sweet, with candies and maybe flowers.
He will sweet talk her back home
because he is tired of frozen food.
Dorrie Ann could be annoying after the
second day but none of us know this because
Herman’s pattern is cyclical too....

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You are always 
In my mind day and night
And you know this
All this time and all these years

Come feel my love
Let me show you that again
And what I mean
When I tell you I love you

You give me joy
You make me see the light
Because of you
My world is a better place

In which to live
Your smile brings me happiness
You're the sunshine
Giving me joy with your love


Author Note: This poem was written in the "Quad-Twenty-One" poetry form....

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For as long as you live,
you are tortured.
And torment comes in the eye
of the beholder
I envision a master
in the night and on the dawn
Escaping tyranny of 
Unbelievable sacrifice
Surrounded by a periscope
That leads him to believe
He’s trapped.
Calling out for help but in a whisper 
In the mystical land of
Crime and punishment
He grabs for a purified ligule
But his grasp is unbidden and he slips
To fall on hard pavement
And a reservoir from the grey clouds begin
To fall 
Within quad rival...

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