Newest Quatrain Poems (302)

My friend had introduced us,
That crisp late autumn day.
He'd told me she was easy,
Would let me have my way.

But she was babysitting,
Her younger brothers, three.
Had to wait until they slept,
Before she would be free.

So we necked a little while,
My hands went roaming round.
I got so damned excited,
My heart began to pound.

Then the kids came in from play,
We quickly jumped apart.
She made us all some hotdogs,
I tried to slow my heart.

When she put the kids to bed,
We necked again some more.
She checked in then after while,
They had begun to snore.

So I took her by the hand,
To lead her off to bed.
She hesitated then cause,
They may wake up, she said.

I swept her up in my arms,
And carried her to lay,
Upon the bed so sweetly.
Then closed the door to play.

The condom that I carried,
I slipped on inside out.
Of course it slipped right off,
Oh such a clumsy lout.

Was over in a moment,
My trigger was so prime.
But hey give me a break now,
It was just my first time.

We fought like cats and dogs as kids,
But made up as we grew.
Yet loved each other all along,
That, at least, we knew.

Though only three years older than,
She thought it made her boss.
But I did not take orders well,
And ev'ry line would cross.

She married young, and not so well,
Divorced then right away.
He used her to get papers so,
Stay in the USA.

Then tragedy struck later on,
Blood vessel in her brain.
Six months in a coma as,
Our mother prayed in vain.

Though over thirty years ago,
It still hurts to the bone.
A fighter to the end, you see,
Was my big sister, Joan.

Just one more wayside tourist trap?
Oh no, the wizard said!
And gals with pistols looking sad,
Although they've roses red.

A feathered redhead splits the air,
So loud it sets you free.
A beet so sweet with rhythm wild,
And scent so heavenly.

Who cares if limbs are kinda thin,
As veils fall all around?
Amphibians drowse in quiet repose,
In bedclothes that they've found.

Infirmities be damned, he cried!
Too hot, and vivid too!
Disguised as hut, a manse is found,
Who knows just what is true?

We all have a hard luck story,
A sad sob tale to tell.
No more songs of fame and glory,
Just tolling of the bell.

I've heard them all from near and far,
No joy seems to be had.
I lost my job, my wife, my car,
My luck has all been bad.

The skies are grey, the wind is cold,
My health is failing fast.
You hear these stories often told,
The end has come at last.

No sad songs any more I sing,
The bluebird's on my sill.
With sunshine to my life you bring,
My heart with joy you fill.

So tell me not the tales of woe,
Won't hear them any more.
Just sing me songs soft, sweet and low,
Of happiness in store.

The pain is now subsiding,
As wine has done its thing.
A gentle fog has settled in,
This sweet relief to bring.

A delicate balance is sought,
Too much brings morning woes.
Not enough means no sleep at all,
Restraint I must impose.

The grape has brought relief again,
My steady, trusted friend.
A temporary, brief solution,
Until my joints can mend.

I'm working on more permanence,
A cure rather than just,
Relief of symptoms, dirty quick.
I feel this is a must.

But until full revovery,
Surcease is what is best.
To get me through another night,
So I can get some rest.

Stains on yellowed linens,
On arms of easy chair,
Tear stains on a pillow,
And stains in underwear.

Coffee stains on tables,
From burning midnight oil.
Stains on faded bluejeans,
From gas and grease and soil.

Tar stains on crooked teeth,
From years of sucking smoke.
And similar addictions,
Like coffee, tea and Coke.

Stains that tell a story,
Of life lived day by day,
Until the final staining
As life's blood drains away.

The pops and creaks and grunts and groans,
Are caused by my condition.
Arthritis, not old age, you see,
Puts me in this position.

Still young of heart and mind I am.
With wild imagination.
Just aching joints spread here and there,
That cause me irritation.

I try hard not to let it show,
This awful aching pain.
But if perhaps you catch a wince,
Arthritis once again.

I do some carpentry at times,
Some painting and some plumbing.
Each take their toll, my body pays,
Just wishing for some numbing.

But work I must, so off I go,
Into the breech once more.
Just take it slow and carefully,
As I go out the door.

There's some folks seem to understand,
And some who never can.
They think my pain a weakness so,
Think me a lesser man.

I hope one day they find a cure,
To end this woeful mess.
But until then, I'm what you see,
In pain and under stress.

Don't get me wrong, I can't complain,
There's others facing more.
I wish them well, a healing wish,
Their wholeness to restore.

Sweet rosebud, oh so pink and pretty,
You hold yourself so tightly closed
Until the time is right for op'ning,
Then petals spread, so all exposed.

You open when the time arises,
When warm and gentle breezes blow.
When the world is is right and synchronized,
In Mother Nature's gentle flow.

Or at times when need to fertilize,
Becomes the overpow'ring thing.
When your opening becomes a joy,
Tis then you cause my heart to sing.

Oh dear rosebud you have won my love,
I dedicate this ode to you.
We all know what makes the rose grow best,
The sparkling drop of morning's dew.

Their names were Butch, Huck and Max,
The best three dogs I've known.
Butch I knew at four years old
The other two when grown.

Butch was pitbull boxer mix,
As smart as he was strong.
Could say "I love you," plainly
I heard him, can't be wrong.

Our yard full of dogs one night,
I let him out to scare,
Down the steps flew like the wind,
Dogs flying ev'rywhere.

Disappeared one rainy night,
We figured for the ring.
I'm sure he was a winner cause,
Dog fighting was his thing.

Huck, another pitbull mix,
I think part kangaroo.
Could jump so high, almost fly,
And loyal through and through.

Had to give him up one day,
Apartment we did move.
Not an onside dog, not Huck,
He quickly showed to prove.

Gave him to a farmer friend,
He lived for many years.
Blind and deaf, by car was hit,
I did not hide my tears.

Max was German Shepherd mix,
And smartest of them all.
Saved grandaughter harm twice,
He answered ev'ry call.

Then he turned a biter at,
The ripe old age of ten.
Had to give him back to pound,
Hard tears I shed back then.

These noble beasts, loved them well,
Such treasured memories.
Who could not feel fortunate,
With best friends such as these.

She calls her band Rasputina,
Melora Kreiger's the one.
Dressed in Victorian underwear,
Her shows are a lot of fun.

Electric rock cello she plays,
Pushing through Marshalls and loud.
Her lyrics are edgy and cool,
Knows how to work up a crowd.

Plays in New York now and then,
Touring costs too much these days.
Caught her show in St Louis once,
Man, does she rock when she plays!

So check her out if you've time,
Listen online if you would.
Her music is best listened loud,
Telling you, it's really good.