Yorktown Disciple

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Yorktown Disciple Poems

1. Reverent Troubadour 10/12/2010
2. Quatrain Of Science 10/12/2010
3. Quatrain Of Big Bang 10/13/2010
4. Quatrain Of Shame Logic 10/13/2010
5. Quatrain Of Wise Sin 10/13/2010
6. The Chickens And Statesmen 10/13/2010
7. Quatrain Of Hellgatory 10/13/2010
8. Quatrain Of Dipteran 10/13/2010
9. Quatrain Of Artemidorus 10/13/2010
10. Quatrain Of Bigfoot God 10/13/2010
11. Quatrain Of Evolution 10/13/2010
12. Quatrain Of Drapery 10/13/2010
13. Umpqua River 10/13/2010
14. Pages Of Misery 10/14/2010
15. Eggshell Homicide 10/14/2010
16. Quatrain Of Recycled Reason 10/14/2010
17. Quatrain Of Spite 10/14/2010
18. Quatrain Of Traveler 10/11/2010
19. Quatrain Of Independence 10/11/2010
20. Quatrain Of Incarnation 10/11/2010
21. Quatrain Of Vermiculated Spirit 10/11/2010
22. Antediluvian Cowboy 10/11/2010
23. The Rhythm And The Rhyme 10/11/2010
24. Quatrain Of Honey Bee 10/11/2010
25. Quatrain Of Martos 10/11/2010
26. Quatrain Of Religious Eating 10/11/2010
27. Quatrain Of Royal Rope 10/12/2010
28. Quatrain Of Pacifist River 10/12/2010
29. Quatrain Of Fasting 10/12/2010
30. Quatrain Of Peridotite 10/14/2010
31. Quatrain Of Sons Of Darkness 10/14/2010
32. Quatrain Of Abhijna 10/14/2010
33. Quatrain Of Devil's Apostle 10/14/2010
34. Quatrain Of Bongo 10/15/2010
35. Quatrain Of Apocalypse 10/15/2010
36. Quatrain Of Tyrants 10/15/2010
37. Rails Of Love 10/16/2010
38. Solitude Of Thyself 10/16/2010
39. Quatrain Of Volition 10/16/2010
40. Quatrain Of Terrorism 10/16/2010
Best Poem of Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain Of Puck

(Demon - medieval English folklore)





Sparring with wandering
discernment, disrupting the daily
lives of benign velitation,

Tiny creatures, dripping blood,
hiding amid the conscience of
puritanical messengers.

Fear grips the questions, sorrow
slips into the answers, causing
sinful temptation.

Twisting braids of hair-brained
judgments, leaves us crying next
to bedlamite bleeders!

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The Rhythm And The Rhyme

The Rhythm and the Rhyme
The pace of ceaseless time,
Linger the dismal day
As if the pace were mine.

Sublime in every fashion
This Shape surrounding me,
Beaten into a perfect mold
Like the sand beneath the sea.

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