Quinzain Quaziness--National Poetry Month

I'm doing quinzains today. If you want to know what these wacky things are, go  here. This is my take:

The world's getting crazier.
How can that be true?
I don't know.

Guys drive like freaks in this town.

Where is a dang cop when

You need one?

Dog usually likes beans

Why doesn't he like

Fresh green beans?

© 2017 by H. Linn Murphy

To Sleep Perchance to Dream--Quinzain

Today is quinzain day. And it's also talk like Shakespeare Day. I'm combining the two in this quinzain on sleep, or the lack thereof:

TO SLEEP, PERCHANCE TO DREAM

Curtain of the day drift down

O'er my questing eyes

Oh to sleep

Sleep eludeth me ever

My mind speedeth on

Rise the moon

Moon sails on, splendor alight

Put small thoughts to bed 

Die away

Away players from the stage 

Flee into the night

Avaunt ye

Ye must needs clear the mind's way

For a brave new troupe

Bold new thoughts

Thoughts, rise up like birds, reach heights

As the sun rises

Lift, curtain

© 2016 by H. Linn Murphy

Heh. I played tag with the last word of each quinzain. For the instructions on how to write your own quinzain, visit Stephanie at this site.

Day 11--Quinzain Day

It's quinzain day. First line is 7 syllables, next 5, last of the three, three. Here's mine:

Eire
I want to go to Ireland
Why is it so green?
Lots of rain.
© 2015 by H. Linn Murphy

There's more info about quinzains here. Check it out.