Newest Quatrain Poems (304)

Paris pink
home by Africa
holy communion
east by east

Hula hula
brass retorts
dark glass anxious
figured in spades

Nazi hilltop
morning jaunt
panzer division
siren coast

Old hackneyed lines
jack-knifed Jim
signal jam
ovarian

Once upon a time some poets would gather
And write poems of their choice
It was beautiful and lovely
It allowed each poet to have a voice

Comments made on those poems
Were lovely to read and digest
The comments inspired the poets
And gave them a feeling of being blessed

To all those poets I wish to say
It was great to have your work read
May your lives be blessed evermore
Thank you for what we have shared

And now, all you dearest poets
You can look back at those days
They were all so wonderful and happy
Oh yes, those were the days

La-la-la-da-da-da
La-la-la-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da

All you need is some love
fits warm like a glove
maybe for you its from above
descends like a dove

All you need is some hope
to ease the prevailing slope
then its much easier to cope
Xmas card from the Pope

All you need is some cheer
to dampen the fear
now what do I care
if some stop and stare

All you need is some dollars
and a good set of molars
the bears are all polars
the cells are all solars

Just a few silly lines
to waste some more time
in these troubling times
I'm just happy to rhyme

Considered lines you caused

I sat outside in the sun today, it poured on my face,
And I was in languid contemplation, whilst you were in a race,
I thought of how very dear to me you alone have become,
And how my heart in your hands, may finally have found its true home.

I was thinking of your incomparable wit, when I send you my lines,
How you break me down into more perfectly designed designs,
And how you show me all the things for which there are no words,
And how you take me by the hand into such pleasant new worlds.

I was thinking of you and all the good things you do,
And how you done them not for glory, for so few ever knew,
So few knew the things you done, for no other reason than being good,
And how you took the time to understand, and said little until you understood.

I considered these lines as I drank my coffee on my summer chair,
And how my life would be ever rich, if you were somehow there,
There to share our words, our kindness and all of our joys,
You forgive my imperfections if my words sometimes annoy.

I considered your heart and how so very kind you are,
In the skies of my lonely nights you are my guiding star,
You are bright and sparkling and you add your cosmic dust,
And now you are at my poetic heart’s core, by breaking through the crust.

as I skim the treetops
gazing all around
birds on nearby branches
joyfully sing their song

looking upwards on high
never ceases to astound
white clouds on a blue sky
looming in the background

glancing downwards
my vision contacts the ground
where water in a nearby stream
gently flows along

leaves that fell from the trees
have all turned to brown
dotting the green grass
growing on the ground

among the fallen leaves
some wildflowers abound
painting a lovely picture
leaving me spellbound

When lightning strikes the sodden trees
and bad weather does prevail
steer not from your chosen course
across the hills and dale

When thunder is about you
and the sky delivers hail
keep pace along the country lanes
despite the howling gale

In time the sun will shine again
there is no time to wail
for many a mile is still to go
be sturdy as a rail

This is the dawning of
the Age of Aquarius, Age of Aquar...
..scratch.. enough of that record..
lets see, mmm Beach Boys..
Lets go surfing now, everybody's learning how....
..better.. uplifting...
hmm poetry time

When a man loves a woman
Can't keep his mind on nothin' else
He'd trade the world
For the good thing he's found

hmm sounds familiar, must have been done, lets try again

Baby, let's cruise, away from here
Don't be confused, the way is clear
And if you want it you got it forever
This is not a one night stand

... like it, surely that's original...

You'll never find, as long as you live
Someone who loves you tender like I do
You'll never find, on the graveyard shift
any dinner options, that aren't stew
doesn't take no imagination baby
to put together, some Mexi beans, yeah
whoa, whoa whoa whoa

enough rambling

where were we, ah yes serious poetry

Love for a Spanish girl

midnight in Madrid
castanet
bullfight dawn
the day we met
dark dark dark
gypsy eyes
moving like a tigress
flamenco cries
sailing like Columbus
on your ocean blue
take me around the world
such delights we knew

enough!

cold ice dancer
raspberry ripped
clean clean glass
muscle stripped

no passion spared
whirling storm
he held her high
strength and form

carving crystals
blade and steel
spotlight night
a show for real

judges gasp
audience hail
pinnacle display
they could not fail

Out in the open meadow
Swaying in the breeze
I am a wildflower
Living a life of ease

The seed from which I grew
Was blown here by the wind
It landed on the earth
And that was my beginning

I am watered by the rain
And fed by the earth
Each of them is dear to me
My life depends on both

My beauty is free for all to see
Even a little child
I love the life I am living
I enjoy being free and wild

Thunder claps
come down the hall
outside the rain
begins to fall

the raincoat hangs
upon the stand
for events like these
that come unplanned

into the street
I like to stroll
to see Mrs Toad
and Mr Mole

they live quite handy
down the road
in a typical suburban
humble abode

Mole will serve up
tea and jam
while Mrs Toad
prepares the ham

We talk of family
and local news
and trifling nothings
that do amuse

Better friends
are hard to find
they're a fitting tribute
to animal-kind

By 7 pm
I'm on my way
the rain has gone
for another day