Newest Quatrain Poems (302)

The Irish rain is falling
And the hearth fire flickers red.
Morning coffee is calling
And it draws me from the bed.

A soothing jazz is playing
While potatoes cleaned and diced.
And the morning sky is graying
While the onions then are sliced.

The skillet spits and sizzles
As ingredients go in.
Melted butter drizzles
As the breakfast does begin.

Chirizo, cut and ready
As I cube some cheddar cheese.
All turned slow and steady
Can you get the eggs out, please?

The onions start to carmelize
And potatos start to brown.
Fresh pepper now to tantalize
As I turn the burner down.

Chirizo joins the party now
And sizzles in the heat.
A minute sitting I allow
Then flip it and repeat.

Now the eggs get scrambled in.
They thicken as I mix.
I add the cheese and stir again.
The settings now I fix.

So then I start the plating
And I gently spoon it on.
For I know my Lady's waiting
And I will not keep her long.

Two strawberries I add per plate
Red and sweet and tart.
At the table, then, I join my mate
Another day to start.

It's nothing much to write about
It's just your average day
And yet I want to jump and shout.
My lady makes me feel that way.

Secrets aren't forever.
Though I've kept one locked away.
This day their binds I sever
For there's something I must say.

Though past words have been cryptic
And careful have they been.
I care not to be mystic
About the things I feel again.

I've written much for all to see
Though often meant for only one.
And now at last I feel free
For now what's done is done.

Some days ago I packed some things
And travelled through the night.
To her for whom my heart just sings,
A seven hour flight.

Even now we're sitting here
So near the Irish sea.
This poem I write is for my dear
The lovely LadyBee.

I'm smitten so, and now you know.
A secret kept as best I could.
But now we're basking in the glow
Of love that's strong and good.

We both agreed it's time to share
The joy we feel with you.
And say to you that if you dare
Your dreams might just come true.

No warning given, it began.
A small and feeble spark.
Tinder ignited and wind did fan.
A glowing ember in the dark.

The fields had grown both high and dry
The winds now shifted east.
And flames leaped up into the sky
And so was born the beast.

Fueled and gently stoked it burned
And nothing could impede it.
And to it's destination turned
Each breath it took did feed it.

Roaring off and heading east
Toward the rising sun.
Unstoppable by man or beast.
It cannot be undone.

Trails of smoke across the sky
Will mark it's fevered flight
And so the fire will burn and fly
Throughout the dogday's night.

When morning comes it's but begun
And it shall spread and grow
And all behind it lay in ash
That falls like winter snow.

And burn it shall, this wild fire.
Intense and hot and free.
And nothing now is there to do
But watch and let it be.

The earth it scorches cannot die
And in the char and wake.
New seeds will sprout and grow so high,
A lush new world to make.

Lady lady watching me
every time i stop to see
lady on the sands of time
calling me with her mystery

William Blake sets to engraving
illustrating rhymes
Wordsworth recollects the Alps
Shelley tinkles chimes

Coleridge sees in dream a maid
Keats will go to Rome
Byron longs to fight for Greece
first he censures home

On a winters night, stars are cold and bright in the sky.
The slumber of the earth is pure and deep.
From a distant wood drifts the echo of the beast.
The old man stirs and wakens in the night.

He stood before the window gazing at the grave;
Forgotten dreams of passion through his weary mind.
And though his life is empty,
He pretends that she's still there.

With hunger in his soul, he yearns for life and love gone by,
With memories his one and only joy.
And he would gladly give all he had to bring the life,
To raise the one who lies beneath the snow.

He lights a lamp and looks at pictures of the past.
The faces of their youth still glowing with our love.
But the pictures faded...
And time has stolen you away.

With a spoken word that he thought he heard from her lips;
He felt another presence in the room.
He was filled with fear, but filled with joy. He arose.
And turned to face the image that he knew.

She stood before him and her hand reached out for his.
Peaceful light shone in her eyes.
She said "I've come to soothe you'
And that soon we will be as one".

She began to fade, and her image disappeared,
And he was left alone to face another night.
But never in his life had he been so held in awe;
As he faced the apparition of his wife.

He stood before the window gazing at the grave.
And with a lightened heart he saw the first of dawn.
He knew that she was waiting,
And that someday they'd be as one...

Take the time to know one
and you'll know what I mean,
all the righteous appraisals
and contemptuous scenes.

She'll wash in like a seashell,
a whorl of disdain,
you'll put her to the ear
and hear an ocean of pain.

She'll trample all over you
with flaming ice eyes,
you don't exist in her world:
she eats you alive.

But you'll sense something more
sense something sublime,
sense infinity branching out of her
from an instance in time.

Body mine which house my soul,
Ask I you,
Pray not withhold,
Answers which I seek of self,
Answers only,
Not for wealth,
Not for love,
And not for joy,
Not for peace,
Or foes destroyed,
All I find,
In wanting heart,
What I’ll be,
When you depart?

Corrupted sponge within my head,
What beliefs do I portend?
Sanguine drum within my breast,
Whom do I admire best?
Able arms and fingers quick,
Might I mold a world so sick?
Noble leg of muscle sprung,
Towards what destiny I run?
Seeing orbs still seeing naught,
Look around, what hath I wrought?
Aural pinwheels perched away,
What subtleties do I betray?
Shoulders broadly proud and straight,
Can I bear a worldly weight?
Stalwart gut of iron clad,
Sense I emoted contraband?
Silver tongue of caustic tone,
Do I offend and stand alone?

Body mine which house my soul,
If my request may be so bold,
Tell me truth of questions posed,
Tell me destiny betrothed.

Blighted shadow, future day,
Always must it end this way?

We creep towards our destiny
with futures bright as sun
whilst ever-present loneliness
binds us tight as one
a generation lost at sea
like many gone before
a generation’s ecstasy
veils thinly wanting more
a whirling pool of stagnant hate
of self, of world, á Dieu,
no longer trusting peace and love
our rage will see us through
watch the masses tremble, shake
see the children cry
in heritance of misery
passions, waning, die
the world floats by at fingertips
just past the range of reach
frustration with our uselessness
enthusiasm’s leech
we build, destroy, and start anew
blinded by our pride
a cyclical existence
powers our divide
we feel, at best, apart from most
at worst alone, unreal
plodding through a life at rest
with artificial zeal
we hang our hats on triumph
cry bitter at defeat
we anger hot at fortunes foul
we tangle under sheets
at road’s end for all alike
caring not for deeds
waiting is grim providence
with scythe and cloak it leads
ask we not for slipping bonds
of mortal paradigm
all we seek is living’s truth
true meanings of our time
yet struggle us all every day
driving us to dirt
what goods a life in purity
not knowing what it’s worth?
seek we not enlightenment?
haven’t we a right?
to know after years are past
end we in worlds of light?
bleak nothing lies in front of us
and hellscapes lie behind
know nothing of our future
except that we must die

Victory! Says pounding drums
Success! The trumpets blaze
Triumph! Soldiers march in time
As the masses craze
Elated with our conquest
Glinting off our guns
Enemies defeated
We thrill aloud as one
Shaking off our weary
Standing up our pride
Shooting down our fears
Forgetting all we’ve cried
The nations swell with goodwill
The anthem plays aloud
Those who fight for causes
Center every crowd
Our prayers have been answered
Our lives are whole once more
As, beaten back, the enemy
Cry trampled on their shores
An enemy of freedom
Of all that’s good and right
An enemy of opposites
Attempted scourge of light
They weep aloud at brothers lost
Of fathers dead and gone
We laugh as one at faceless foe
Cast villains in our songs
Their livelihoods go ruined
Their lands lay crisp and dead
The pride of countless ancestors
By bravery has bled
A holocaust of victory
Sweeps bloody cross the plains
Their purple mountains craters bloom
Smoke tops their amber waves
As ideas build a nation
So by ideals nations fall
When godless nations go to war
Corpses heed the call
Their men die standing shielding home
Or kinless cross the sea
They must suffer so we live
Says government’s decree
Anger boils through our veins
At injustice supposed
Anger boils as death abounds
And tears down all they’ve owned
Heaven’s light shines down on us
And fills up hist’ry’s page
We trifle not with subtleties
Unseal the Reaper’s rage!
Defeat! Howl widows reaved of hope
Destroyed! The people pain
Ruin! Senses cannot cope
And never will again