Short Quartered Poems

A quartered moon tortures the chill earth
tempts the night things.  Thinning shadows
glide through the hoary mist, shiver
in a distant fear of Sun's rise.

2/22/2020...

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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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Me Myself and A Moron

Me, myself and a
Moron who we wish were gone
And quartered and drawn.

Trump is allergic to 
being water boarded.
He even still bares the
scars from his bone 
spurs he had to avoid
the draft with.

Jim Horn...

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even its shape
can be counted in segments
an inhuman face
and arms of different length
static as it moves
pulling life like sifting grass from grain
moments stored
in pointing gaits
always wrong somewhere
foreman of our days
half past whenever
quartered past
future ticks
unheard by the turner...

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The world collectively
lost its mind
When fires burned
our vision blind

From East to West
and North to South
Insanity
from mouth to mouth

The world has finally
woken up
Pundits quartered
their lies corrupt

Mobbed together
they screamed on high
But run for cover
—as truth decries

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023) 
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An Eighth of a Lemon


For Martha in the early years
life was recess, nothing more.
She knelt on asphalt,
quartered oranges for kittens
who never lost stringed mittens,
whose London Bridges
never fell down.
For Martha now,
life’s Parkview Manor
where a woman in white,
three times a day, bleeds
an eighth of a lemon into her tea.


Donal Mahoney...

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I walked and pranced in murky chance
Strode and lay in love’s delay
To find that once I tried 
to cast a glance
I tripped on shattered cries
and past a wish
For you to love me like you did

In tampered sparks and trifled words 
In quartered hearts and wounded ways
Crippled sense and piercing rays
I asked for you 
and one to say
If you could love me like you did...

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Nestled woodland, leaves on line,
   thick, straight, and curving.
Mounded upland, forms eternal,
   Rounded, angled, and yielding.

Circled valley, meadows, fields,
   shapes, and pathways winding.
Seasons quartered, warm and cool,
   rust and mustards flying.

Upward outward, textured daybreak,
   quiet breezes low:
Close encounter, canvas earth,
   to view, to feel, to grow....

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Hours nibble at a back strain.
Tenuous strings were tugged
lifting water bottles.
You wonder how weak and fragile
you are. How vulnerable to
those ancient red tides within
that can bend your iron like plasticine,
turn you into a crooked question mark.
Quartered by straining horses,
neural fibers alliterate a thrumming fugue
upon a desiccated elastic band;
one now stretched far too taut....

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the noisy gong
echoing the clanging cymbals
seizes the loudness within
as we sing notes without pitch
still our life’s music plays on

the bed with roses
floats on water beneath ice
sailed by the breeze from trees
with barks blinded by sight
still our journey path continues

the morsel of a giant
in the feast of dwarfs
are all fragmented spaces
of a quartered square
still we stand upright to measure...

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A dash of cinemas in cider glass
resin slightly film cubicles adore
courts row corner circle O Picas
face quartered pairs apple' core

Herstory versus history mystery
Poe had Lenore a spirit anomaly
Frost's The Must Not Take Road
Chose what his small voice told

*Her spirit lives and his friend dies.

My Poe Rhyme: Coronavirus: Covid-19; and my Frost Short Story: The Road That Never Should Have Been Taken....

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The sun doth shine, 
and the birds do sing,
on Sundays,
man, the church bells he rings.
He prays for guidance from his lord,
then he steps outside, into his tank,
and wields his sword.

Innocent men women, and children, 
are blown up, and slaughtered,
hostages taken, 
beheaded, and quartered.

Will man, ever learn to live in peace,
or will he just go on for ever, killing,
until his very existence, comes to a cease....

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A QUESTION OF fruit-What do bananas do, when they un peel their skins?
they await being eaten by hungry humans...

What do grapes do, when they are all dried up...
and blue and purple act like Dracula...
they dry up risen?

What do oranges do when they're unpeeled and quartered?
they're separated sectioned off and placed one at a time in a mouth...
YUM!!
that's what fruits do when they are being eaten and chewed....

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Earth and its function

earth and its function
dirt and reelection
reflection from a mirror
so much terror
memory of a computer error
robots livid from motion
data starts back the Trojans
Argonauts 
nautical astronauts
leading the sheep to the slaughter
reminiscing when they caught her
tortured terrorists hung drawn and quartered
                                                                        Written by Sean randy Joseph McMahon 
on/19/03/06/ sun...

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Paddle hard in youths whirling foam
waiting for the perfect wave
on the nose of a silken board
sipping a glass of sweet champagne..
It's in the blood to ride fast and smooth
in the sweet-salty sun rise of our youth.

Enter the rogue, striking from beneath
nudging naivety from sun into valleys of cold teeth.
Upon the beach, the broken foam of youth's dream...

When the sun sets who'll be by our quartered side?
To read plastic eulogies when the champagne runs dry....

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Ostentatious pirate was known as Jade.
On Seven Seas her reputation made.
Feet of her crew were flimsy and clayed.
Order of day was a fresh escapade.

Men were smitten. Plans were swiftly laid.
Noble men arrived with dog and maid.
Women overboard in Everglade.
Enthused their excitement took months to fade.

Jade’s leadership skills were truly well-played.
Rule violators were quartered and flayed.
Rewards were given to those who stayed.
 Ruthless but giving was our Captain Jade....

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