Would you rather be viewing my very deep lucid dream art

The Ladder
My 2233 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

This is a dynamic ranking ladder of my poems that changes in real time as
votes are contributed. A poem migrates up the ladder in rank one step if it
wins a vote, and migrates down the ladder in rank one step if it looses a vote.


please add votes
2 at a time comparisons

exact string
Search My 2233 Quatrains      or show all ranked
(30 per page)
single word searches
recommended

  home = www.epicdewfall.ca  
  

Rank    
#1081    Is that disrespectful.
I can't play any melody on her-ankle.
Respectfully dear Miss Thompson.
I must decline but I am thankful.
_

#1082    From the heart it explodes.
Whistle and all tone.
Try not to make an inner scene.
Measure honesty ride back home.
_

#1083    Look at you at "live poetry".
And a guess that "sand is sand".
To be a very-hungry supper head.
Frozen to that land.
_

#1084    There's no digging glacier though.
The latter never needs your watering.
French theory has cursed the mold of me.
That's mature pottering.
_

#1085    He came over-here instead.
Across smooth oceans like no bird.
Just a puddle to a Jedi.
To Alison with one word.
_

#1086    His eyes with "brights" on forgotten.
His hands trained in the art of texting.
Graceful at "stepping" on "how about you".
Thrown "from" the days of nesting.
_

#1087    That's an "inner-net" called "Annette".
With apple trees like their own shadow's core.
Seems in here I never complain.
Price "leaving" pronouns poor.
_

#1088    Just sit quietly for flights to-the right.
Where strangers and their grace are young.
To be what we write of our saddest slights.
A Hotel Chelsea England won.
_

#1089    Where I was trained to catch all laughs of fireflies.
And sword what they shouldn't tell me.
It's definite they are "Las Vegas fast".
One summertime is worth "how much he'll ask".
_

#1090    Each one has her-name "printed on it".
I'm hoping safely both odd and "evening".
Walking through her-beaded curtain.
Betting it all "on Forstall" for leaving.
_

#1091    A man only needs a few good years.
Dorothy and her Renoir mind.
How else would we predict a world.
Inspiration please be my girl.
_

#1092    I'm currently out of "dark fireflies" Ma'am.
Renoir bought them all last year.
But do come in and we'll talk.
That's Anxiety. He has tears.
_

#1093    Some spare thoughts like "when we dream".
Do chest hairs fall "anymore" than autumn's cost?
Do hopes for bargaining use "elastic" speeds?
Can a bet on anybody "land" on spring-back needs?
_

#1094    Cold hands, if you've watched the 70's.
You have to dig it out from stealth.
Why can't she say "this to me".
That she is angry at nostalgia health.
_

#1095    The answer is a wish for Mom.
May she have a clock like muck.
With Lego-love for Lego-Hands.
And Lego-Shoes that stick too much.
_

#1096    He had truth, right in his arms?
At least I'm hoping it was fair.
And that is his hollow suit with charms.
Like any man with London hair.
_

#1097    But-just how do-we get there?
I mean that storm when we were all surprised?
Where the "Hello I like your Bow-Tie"!
Becomes the only thing that almost dies.
_

#1098    And on that beach. A crazy rider.
Now mix-some-brown in there.
Money men finding it most disturbing.
That we fly so fast up here.
_

#1099    So let us look upon tomorrow.
And create a wish within.
The true diamond, is no-sorrow.
Nothing-else-rhymes with "win".
_

#1100    But now I know you're just being funny.
You truly en-snared those noises?
On Thursday's, or so you say?
That demon runs are choices.
_

#1101    Let me line it up for you.
The same way we sit right here.
To devastate the church again.
Men are whispered air.
_

#1102    The shortest way to get-to a woman.
Men have found so far.
Is through endless toil of making things.
Forgotten at the bar.
_

#1103    Give it up all those stars again.
My motion will "now begin".
Ludicrist are all my charms.
Only Sony makes all wind.
_

#1104    A red rose and a genie lamp.
Dropped from a bridge into a river.
Its magic required one more love.
Than my heart could deliver.
_

#1105    There are beautiful faces in the trees.
But only at the edge of the forest.
Of all the ways to hear the leaves.
The hush of the shy is the surest.
_

#1106    A one inch chicken wire satellite dish.
Left on an office water fountain.
That's as large as because should be.
Because the heart unfound is count'n.
_

#1107    In that ear they passed two mighty laws.
Worlds should tilt just enough to please.
And twenty percent rebellion.
Became officially the most attractive tease.
_

#1108    Can I sit in your chair?
So tart this Jane of sanity.
Does that make sense to you?
To be as soft as Emily.
_

#1109    There is a distance few have known.
Rivers and streams don't find.
Have you ever kept your eyes unshown.
That thirty degrees of pine.
_

#1110    A man driving a car.
By looking down at his knees.
Steering the way a mountain does.
No fun no game no keys.
_

Select a Page
Previous 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 Next


  home = www.epicdewfall.ca  
  


please add votes
2 at a time comparisons

Man Against Eternity Tour

site logo man inside a box