Category: Ballad

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Banality is worthy stuff:
it centers things, and pulls
the fringes back from fevered dreams,
it moderates the fools.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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The coffee got misplaced today,
I poured it in my bowl.
My oatmeal tasted rich and brown,
so in the end, I'm full.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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The road was long, the sun did shine,
it seemed spring had arrived.
He sat to rest beside the road,
surprised he had survived.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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Some snow might come and make things white,
and smooth out nature's lines.
But then the rain will follow that,
and slushify those pines.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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They came and cleansed the dirty sea:
ambitious clouds and rain.
They came and washed the roads and trees:
this path became a drain.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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a meaning wanders by, some nouns,
in silly, this here ballad,
the lost and broken syntax is,
bad like then, it's word salad.

– a quatrain in (deliberately bad) ballad meter.

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I'd planned some verse up in my brain...
I failed to write it down.
So now this morning nothing's there...
no words: no verb, no noun.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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The frost congealed upon the road,
that path where cars would go;
the road itself engendered ice,
it didn't need the snow.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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A dog pursued the car with hopes
of catching it at last.
The driver stopped to greet the dog,
the dog's surprise was vast.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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Detach your mind from local things
and let it roam the world;
a mind is made to do such stuff:
abstractions come unfurled.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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The raven stood beside the road,
perched there along some stones.
Some hunter'd left a pointless pile
of disregarded bones.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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I drive to town a lot these days,
sometimes it is a bore.
I've started naming potholes, now,
'cause them, you can't ignore.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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I dreamed I wrote some nifty code
to solve my business needs.
The dream-world seems to have forgot
that's not where retail leads.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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So, death and dreams each take their toll
they interrupt our thoughts;
the one can stop things for all time,
the other's just three dots...

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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So Richard told me 'bout when Joe...
he had a "riggin' fit":
it happens when a thing don't work,
so you get mad at it

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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The dog had seen the baby bear,
she wanted to give chase.
The leash prevented fast pursuit:
frustration on her face.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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So, did we watch that show or not?
The answer's in dispute.
But how can we move on from this,
the truth is absolute!

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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I dreamed I wrote a good haiku
but when I woke it fled.
I tried to resurrect its text
while lying there in bed.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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The car fell off the bumpy road
and rolled into a ditch;
my uncle saw the whole thing pass,
forgot it - small brain glitch.

– a quatrain in ballad meter. To be clear, this wasn’t my car, crashing. Arthur apparently was witness to an accident he saw while walking along our dirt road the other day, but he doesn’t remember it.

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Machines were made of words and stuff,
they seemed to learn to think;
and over time they seemed to rule,
and human fate would sink.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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The dog had stopped to smell the ditch,
she pushed her nose in deep.
A bone was found of some dead beast:
"Oh this, I think, I'll keep!"

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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I walked the dog along the road,
she peed upon the grass;
and then she turned and ate those plants:
"It tastes just like my ass!"

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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The days pile up and make a blur;
procrastination rules.
The nights provide their pointless dreams;
intentions are for fools.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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The spider traveled up the wall,
its focus on some goal.
The surface made its progress slow:
it stumbled at some hole.

– a quatrain in balled meter.

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With unrequited consciousness,
we slowly make our way.
The rocks and trees don't answer us,
and night succumbs to day.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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The dog escaped and ran away - 
she'd smelled something quite dead.
I found her later at the pond,
The dead thing near her head.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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The clouds, they drifted off to sea:
a tactical retreat.
The moon, she shone; the snow was white;
the air cold, like concrete.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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The eagle cast her eagle eye
across the sleeping sea
and rested on the dock's cool arch -
she'd finished with her tree.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.

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The sun attempted reaching down
to touch a tree nearby.
It stretched its arms to feel its strength...
the ground ignored its try.

– a quatrain in ballad meter.