Most Commented Quatrain Poems (302)

There's a lamp-stand in the corner
it shine its light down on the floor
a red moon out my window
brought the sheriff to my door

I said the whisky made us frisky
we was fighting tooth and claw
she was dancing on my table
with her body in the raw

Then she stole my sports car
took the money from the drawer
while I was sleeping off the drinking
she was running from the law

Last time I'll bed little Suzie
with the hips you can't ignore
with her two guns and ammunition
and appetite to score

A thousand islands in the sea

I am an island, all on my own,
Eroded by the oceans foam,
God’s heaven temporarily on loan,
Like a grazing sheep, free to roam.

A thousand islands in the sea,
A plethora of souls isolated like me,
I am a chronicler of my times that’s been,
And some of these things my eyes have seen.

I find you in the mornings,
Like honey from the sun,
Rays shining through the blinds
Will fate today opt to be cruel or kind?

You whisper sweet reveries, of times you have seen,
And use subtle tricks to ascertain which way I will lean,
Insidious mind games, you plot to win,
Permutations of loss, loss through the wages of sin.

I am an island,
Destined to stand alone,
Aloof from the continent of fellow men,
But on the island is the ever moving scribe’s pen

So should you find me in the orchards in May,
And not having anything with my voice to say,
My words will be recorded in all its various stages,
As Bukowski said “Man’s soul or lack of it will be evident by what he can carve on a blank page”.

To all poets we call
your name's on the wall
may you never fall
on Valentine's Day

To the home all alone
forget what was sewn
get on the phone
on Valentine's Day

To the injured and ill
write on with will
can be a helluva skill
to get through Valentines Day

Steely Dan be damned
pretzels you can't use
I want to tour the Southland
in me ultra fancy shoes

I have never met Napoleon
but I plan to find the time
we'll share some pepperoni
and a margarita topped with lime

we'd get a raucous chorus
a travelling minstrel show
but those days are gone forever
over a long time ago

The bird is now a pile of bones,
Potatoes and gravy all gone.
The meal of the year is over,
The one that's been cooking since dawn.

Football games have been won or lost,
The parades' last floats have passed on.
Nothing but reruns on tonight,
And cartoons from old days long gone.

But still we watch in placid glaze,
A soft calm has settled on all.
Who needs entertaining right now,
As Thanksgiving nighttime does fall?

We are stuffed and sated and full,
All gone are the cares of the day.
We drift in a euphoric haze,
As triptophan takes us away.

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?

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.

OCTOBER

October’s misty mystery is shrouding autumn’s fair
Behind the morning’s muslin gauze, a carnival is there
With barrows full of apples and russet coloured trees
A silhouette is all we get, for October likes to tease

She bathes in brooks of silver rain this Goddess of the Fall
Drying off in crunching leaves that now are summer’s pall
Putting on a dress of sheaves, she’ll dance seductively
Her clothing’s slack but the clock’s gone back and it’s much to dark to see

A single shaft of sunlight before the night comes down
Illuminates her ripened lips and hair of chestnut brown
Shaken by the freshening breeze, October tries to hide
Cold suitors wait at winter’s gate, but she’ll never be a bride

October is a mother though, unspoilt by Eve’s first sin
Who else could manage hibernation and tuck tired nature in?
A dormitory of garden beds slumbers now till spring
Hedgehogs sleep where willows weep and geese are on the wing

Crux of light and darkness, October has her moods
Elusive as the elements, definition she deludes
And still she’s all around us, an omnipresent nymph
Weaving mesh across her flesh of a psychedelic tint

She courts the supernatural the night before she leaves
Pumpkins glowing on the porch, bats suspended from the eaves
We don’t know where October goes or where it is she’s been
Her prime was autumn’s golden time. Her death is Halloween

SECRET GARDEN

Can I play in your secret garden?
And come amongst your furtive flowers
Let me scatter my seed in the soil of your need
Then doze in your orchard for hours

May I wander through your vegetation?
Pluck naked the fruit from your tree
When I peel back the skin, taste the ripeness within
I’ll believe that it blooms just for me

Do I have your permission to enter?
Plant my unworthy weed in your lawn
I won’t let it take root or cause nettles to shoot
Our game shall engender no spawn

Oh you are the keeper of Eden
And I am a much-privileged child
I am trusted to touch every scented rose bush
Breathe love till your petals blow wild

like gossip, love's epidemiology
causal, a vector rampant spreading
has another uncontrolled physiology
a loving caring directional heading

love can't grow in a Petri dish
unless you're an amoeba or other cell
if agape's agar to feed, would wish
then i'd suppose it could, as well

diseased with affection and devotion
the prognosis a fortunate telling
incurable in time, your love's emotion
opportunistic transmission compelling

we could seclude with quarantine
but why would we want to isolate
and keep inside of what i mean
an infective germ so obviously great

to catch a love disease, not so good
on some picnic blanket by river of love
as catching love to be, could, would
with your desire of desires, free of

animosity for all of sentient beings
to less thinking with other leanings
hard to be unaffected when all around
everyone, everything is happily bound

one to another and each bound to all
devotedly catching incurable contagion
laughing 'til crying and having a ball
loving each other, and all civilization

what a lovely way we could live life
if we could forgive and forget our ire
without avarice, worry, or greedy strife
just let the love spread like wildfire

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-21