kuhl:)

nice write

4leaf

Not for the faint of heart..in the dark, a lark,...aloft for a cause, the prosaic Boss. I emboss the cost in aframe..to tame a mark, and embark to accost a novice's cross...
Frost settles in, to bend a stem..and rend the Wren's kin..a spin in a pen's whirlwind?! Naw, an amend to men I send.
What wouldn't a shy guy spy in the rye?!? Sly off golden dye for an alibi:)
I fly, sigh, deny that any glide's flied with the tide that tried to slide in that ride!
Not a lie, Lied, wake! U Jake!
Intake the make and metal, of the obstacle in front of you.



Mac

Spill the Thrill....a Will that will fill a page:
Inlayed rage of the maize..
Page that strayed, to mage
as a decadent sage...floral haze..engage
passions wish....
dismissed, not a miss..yet amiss to bliss;
a tyrst of the wrist amidst the kiss we risked:)
Lady...a palady..not a bbdoll yall';
enthralled with a stall...a sill popped shrill,..I feel
ill....a missed miss:(.....

Don't dis if you fished a fish, revisited the remiss list,
or even just insisted on it's dish> MAC

"...even if a poem's sequeled, tis not for love..but, just for greed...."...4leaf

So many temptations,
to bring an old style back.
The resulting equation..
a skewed foggy track
leading into resistance.
Things lost should stay
that way no matter the cost,
or utter indifference could
burst through their signifigance
and mangle with decadance
the once majestic benevolence
of idolic prevolence
they once held in our eyes.
All now, a disguise..to guise
to rise of lies and alibi replies
...as the sad poet sighs...ahhhhh...
fly the tries that ties the
vortex into neatly wrapped plies
that piles with smiles abounding
on the grounding
..damn settled spies!!

D.
4leaf

nice one faded

nice one jim..long time no see, be around soon:)

Kc

The parabolical, philosophical..rhyme scholar dupe
dettin all chumps like a box o blunts
hunt grunt stunts, and confront fronts
it's no obstacle, just paradoxical
Flowin' is a thang i been doin' since gramma' school
bring another ring shordie' you can get damaged too,
scandal we can handle dis' da' diner of a cannibal..
up on the mantle, look youngin! it's the
manual!

Swag evident wit' words heaven-sent..
bedevilment !? not wrestlin' wit this pit,
but got a king-sized mit for the suckers..
a shocker, we watch ya fall in the smuckers..
fixed up by my doctor..
brains and toast, though we don't boast.
This knowledge don't come from college,
we pay homage..I said my head hits the bed
like lead with all this street cred!
Don't talk, da' dead don't walk!


4leaf

ditto

Naw..I wish bbgirl
fond memory awakened for pen pleasure

Dreamy dreamer of dreamiest dreams..jester & queen,
I love how you sing!

a4leafclover2u

Tnx..Jim, Kc, MsTeddy..Glad you all enjoyed it..

a4leafclover2u2u2u2u2u2u2u2u2u2u2u2u2u2u2u2u2

**** yo

Bedevilment isn't heaven-sent
rends don't rent the bent.
A stint grins a grunt.
But stuns a stunt,
spins a runt:
the brunt blunt afront.
Wisdom implied
alibi denied
stride to the side
and glide,
pride flew the coop;
the hoop is wide.
Narrow is
for those that burrough
not a thorough
Shotta'.
Maintain the same
though in a new frame;
the game retain.
The tame, lame
and vice a verse.
Blame: insane.
Fame..refrain!
Application of knowledge
will only impoverish a fool.
Rude the tool,
spool a drool;
this a true college..
Yeah, bring the covered dish..
or miss a wish to
decipher the eyes
in disguise;
plies for replies..
and rues the wise
with the prize..
Stay right-sized..

4leaf

it..
like, too.
too
too

a4leafclover2u

nice write ma'

a4leafclover2u2

Bedevilment isn't heaven-sent
rends don't rent the bent.
A stint grins a grunt.
But stuns a stunt,
spins a runt:
the brunt blunt afront.
Wisdom implied
alibi denied
stride to the side
and glide,
pride flew the coop;
the hoop is wide.
Narrow is
for those that burrough
not a thorough
Shotta'.
Maintain the same
though in a new frame;
the game retain.
The tame, lame
and vice a verse.
Blame: insane.
Fame..refrain!
Application of knowledge
will only impoverish a fool.
Rude the tool,
spool a drool;
this a true college..
Yeah, bring the covered dish..
or miss a wish to
decipher the eyes
in disguise;
plies for replies..
and rues the wise
with the prize..
Stay right-sized..

4leaf

Just when was it that I fell for you?
Seems like my heart's never quite known.
It won't go back, i'm stuck like glue,
to the drone of breath on the silent phone.

The first time we spoke was luxury,
a meeting of passions sweet observance.
Feeling the tug of dreamed destiny:
a meadow, with some cider and quince.

Your more to me than words can express.
You bring joy I thought i'd never possess.
You please my soul with a turn of the head.
Your love is the sustenance on which i'm fed.


4leaf