Leaving me bored, lists of lattes
slow down the lines and make me late.
It’s a lottery ticket wait,
played at the local drinks cafe.
–Lynne
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Four Lines
A new morning I’m ready for,
a diet coke is my caffeine.
Being no fan of coffee beans,
the lists of lattes leave me bored.
-Lynne
Four Lines
Don’t be quaint whatever you do,
poems are to be read, not used.
Maybe they should leave you amused
and ready for a morning new.
-Lynne
Four Lines
Palettes of words are poets’ paint,
muddle them, mix them, add water.
Run them through you and your daughter,
whatever you do, don’t be quaint.
-Lynne
Four Lines
Sparkling in time all words’ facets,
phonemes and vowels spread glory.
Yet still they carry their story,
words are poets’ paint on palettes.
-Lynne
Four Lines
Within my stock I plunder rhymes,
mulling over the lines and rules.
Four lines need to shine like jewels,
all words’ facets sparkling in time.
-Lynne
Four Lines
Within my reach I keep a flock
of words I shear like fleecy sheep.
Into the herd I search and seek,
plundering rhymes within my stock.
-Lynne
Four Lines
The lines the meaning floats beneath
temper rough wide thoughts into words.
I tend my words like a shepherd,
a flock I keep within my reach.
-Lynne
Four Lines
That lines two, three, one and four rhyme
seems strange and rather more like prose.
The constraints keep the meter close,
let meaning float beneath the lines.
-Lynne
Four Lines
An envelope rhyme comes alive,
when the lines have eight syllables.
With strict straightforward simple rules,
lines two, three, one and four must rhyme.
-Lynne
the crafty sisters 