The Friday Poet

I write poems on friday.

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The Modern Quaternion
🤔Similar to the quaternion poetry form
🤔14 lines, ABAB DDEE FFFF GG rhyme scheme
🤔Intended mainly for self-expression
🤔Only two and one-syllable words
😠Anything above that is too much
Have a nice day.
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.56 - “Mermaid. Dear Cyborg Mermaid.” You my lover, your hair is a pink stream, Your arms are made of gold machines, your legs Are a silver tail fin, your hips and dreams are of a young lady. Your words fill kegs. Last time we spoke I left... https://t.co/nzHJrP7krQ

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.55 - “Candy. Walking Candy.” I spy with my eye the walking candy With eyes made of jelly beans and mint teeth, Clothes of paper, Hair of cotton candy, Skin made up of toffee with gum beneath. When she’s licked, she turns to liquid sugar. The... https://t.co/wZ1t4T19gB

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.54 - “Baby. Rainbow Baby.” I met a girl, her hair is a rainbow She has cocoa skin, and her eyes are an Ocean. Her smile is a half-moon aglow, Her voice buckles the knees of a strong man. Like a metal to a magnet, I’m drawn. As a hand to the... https://t.co/zyprndmpK7

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.53 - “Gorgon. My Golden Gorgon.” I know a girl, her skin is made of gold, Her eyes are coal black, her smile is as snow. Each step she takes says, “I’m a queen. Behold!” And her voice, her voice makes the room to glow. When I meet her eyes, I... https://t.co/nZBSTp62pS

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.52 - “Werewolf. Miss Werewolf.” Last night during the full moon, I met a Werewolf. Her fur was white as snow, her eyes Were bright gold. She moved with grace fit for a Queen, and had this slight smile that stole my eyes. She was hunting for... https://t.co/k6SqPGHu8T

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.51 - “Dragon. My Dear Dragon.” In the land of myth, there lives a dragon, She is said to be of yellow skin tone. Her speech is silk, her style does not drag on, Her smile is gold and her voice does not moan. Her words are like daggers, just... https://t.co/evHgfwXJVr

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.50 - “Storm. My Storm.” Dark clouds gather, flash and rumbles abound, The storm is here in her beauty with bright. Walking with grace to turn my head around. She’s a dark skinned lady for whom I’d fight. You can’t miss her, her style is like... https://t.co/AxsqjYNzAA

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.49 - Love. Bolt Of Love. You, my lady have an effect on me That can only be said to be like a Bolt of lightning striking the heart of me. Your dark skin is like a dark clouds display. Tonight I am on the mountain calling 🗻🗻 For your bolt of... https://t.co/gq1bzxUmmY

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.48 - Phoenix. Yelloe Phoenix. Since we’ve met, I’ve come to know you, my dear, As a yellow phoenix, fair and supple. Your light skin and your good heart all cohere To make you a marvel in a couple. Your flesh burns with passion and with fire.... https://t.co/MtGNCvUWZz

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.47 - Love. Phoenix of Love. On the halls of fiction is an image Of the blazing phoenix, a bird orange That is reborn from the ash or damage Of its former self. A thing that’s quite strange. When its time for it to die. It burns ‘live. 🔥🔥... https://t.co/OqQSUZeSeC

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.46 - Dove. Dark Dove In you, I have met a living dark dove. You’re a picture of great beauty and heart, A black woman who has won my heart’s love. Tell me, what would it take to win your heart? I would that you were close to me, my dear. 🌹🌹... https://t.co/vOKcVhWYsl

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.45 - Genie. Love Genie. In the land of my dreams, I met a being, She was the love genie. Wish for the love You want in three wishes, she said, Asking out of the heart, she said, floating above. I wished that you would hold me tight to you. 🌹🌹... https://t.co/BTDlST3cWY

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.44 - Black Spider and White Fly A black spider spins a web, a fly trap, Lying in wait with fangs poisoned for it. A white fly spots a good looking thrist trap, And with pleasure unwise flies straight for it. A web of words is spun by the... https://t.co/LDH93SaKqe

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.43 - The Dragon On the halls of fiction is an image Of the belly of the flying lizard. It speaks of the union of two visages. It tells of the fire from its gizzard. It is filled with fuel that two will share. ⛽⛽ Fuel that’s made by the love... https://t.co/3G7h2yRqZh

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.43 - The Dragon On the halls of fiction is an image Of the belly of the flying lizard. It speaks of the union of two visages. It tells of the fire from its gizzard. It is filled with fuel that two will share. ⛽⛽ Fuel that’s made by the love... https://t.co/3uPaB1RNIe

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.42 - The Black Apple To show your great value to me, my dear, I would compare you to the black apple, High up in the tibet, it has no peer, Pricy among it’s own kind of apples. Rivers of great sweetness biting unseals. Sweet! Sweet! Your... https://t.co/8rCU8DwbDs

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.41 - The Baker I, the baker want to make a hot cake, I will gather flour, milk, eggs and the rest, Mix them into a pan and let them bake In an oven, until it can digest. The mix is the closeness of two partners. 🌹🌹 Who share all their hearts... https://t.co/hEJJzVRzOK

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.40 - Why I Write In the darkest night, with the moon absent, A lamp is turned on and light fills the room. In the coldest night, with the sun absent, Fire is lit for tea to be consumed. In the darkness of no knowledge, light shines. Bright!... https://t.co/cJ3Ao0WguW

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.39 - Asteroid Impact In the distance, I sight a planet, blue. It pulls hard at me with a force unseen. In the distance, I sight a rock undue, It glows bright red as it comes close with keen. Drifting in space with no warmth for my self.... https://t.co/upwb5XaT0u

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.38 - The Red Velvet Cake Flour, milk, butter, cocoa all mixed to make, The red velvet cake. The rose of baked meals, Made with icing layered upon red cake. A show of what gives my flesh the good feels. As iced surface are you smooth to the... https://t.co/LMpMYBDzy1