Quartets – Friendship thing

Well, I like being friends with everyone. Good thing about being friends is that we can always share those personal quotes/quartets/anecdotes – even those silly ones we hide deep inside us. Here are a few I want to share. Some of the words make me think more than I am supposed to... but then I can't help. I cannot keep them with me anymore. So, they are tangentially thrown out now... :-)

1)Gods must be sloe-eyed
at the pace we wash dirt-
weeds, algae and arabidopsis-
taps of mud on our bodies.
2)My efforts aren't reaping fruits
I aspired. Oh God
I've reached a wrong avenue
with no pocket revenue.
3)The pen writes on the moribund paper:
Each the helpmate and the amanuensis.
The paper dries what the pen writes,
Form what is today the written word.
4)Men crow croak, puff smoke.
The air's gloom.
The breath choked.
The heart expands like a balloon.
5)The night howls sleep.
The day howls awake.
Each day a visual treat
Each night a genre late.
6)A huge cupboard wobbles
behind me. If it falls,
I will be on holiday
For the rest of my days.
7)The world is a university-
bodes peace, serenity
and fate for those sweeteners,
pettifoggers. We, the dwellers.
8)You may be rich.
I'm not.
I'm still the blind beggar
You had last business with.
9)Leaders are those who rise
And rise, and make the wise
Feel ashamed at themselves
And others, and rule.
10)The rose is red.
The prose is bred.
My nose is a tap.
Poor watery chap.