Random Quatrain Poems (302)

Another year all shiny new,
What will it bring? How will we do?
Will there be fame and fortune great?
Will all our troubles then abate?

Some moan and wail in sad lament,
About time wasted, poorly spent.
Oh how has all our precious time,
Gone up in smoke while we reclined?

The past is past no need to cry,
Don't waste your tears or even sigh.
With each new dawn new hopes arise,
In every night stars fill our skies.

Let this year bring good times to all,
Peace and comfort on each befall.
May love be strong and pure and true,
My fervent wish to all of you.

A Christmas Miracle

It was six months ago, and a day,
when her husband passed away.
The doctors said there's no more to do,
so she quit her job to help him through.

The child was sleeping when his father died,
to tell her son, oh, how she tried.
The little boy cried that night,
full of fear, full of fright.

And on that night she lost her faith,
never to believe in the "Pearly Gate."
She made a vow to never pray,
it meant nothing now, anyway.

At the funeral, he could only stare,
wishing that his dad were there.
Tears were filling people's eyes,
saddened by the young boy's cries.

As the months went by, things got rough,
she went back to work, but it wasn't enough.
With no food, no money, and bills to pay,
she just couldn't bring herself to pray.

Before she knew it, it was Christmastime,
and she wasn't able to save a dime.
She felt so bad that she had no tree,
for all her son's friends to see.

On Christmas Eve, they slept together;
she promised her son, she'd be there forever.
He asked her if Santa was coming tonight.
she whispered no, with tears in sight.

Her son would sulk; it wasn't fair;
she hated to see him in despair.
She wanted to give her son some joy,
oh, how she wished she had a toy.

Then:

The mother got to her knees to pray,
asking the Lord to hear her say.
She asked for help to return a smile,
to the face of her little child.

On Christmas morning, the boy was screaming;
she saw his eyes were wide and gleaming.
At the door were games, toys, even a bike,
and a card that said, "For the tyke."

With a great big smile and eyes so bright,
he kissed his mom as he held her tight.
She learned that a charity heard of her plight,
and frantically scrambled through the night.

Then again:

The mother got to her knees to pray,
thanking the Lord for hearing her say.
She thanked the Lord for returning a smile,
to the face of her little child.

PYSICALLY AGED BUT SPIRITUALLY YOUTHFUL

He stared at me with his cloudy and aged eyes
Aged but oh so very wise
My girlfriend of fifteen years introduced he and I
As the figure of an intelligent man drew nigh

So he would join us for some wine and just a bit of cheese
And said “go ahead and call me “Shooter” if you please
They named me that because I wouldn’t pick up a gun
And hope I taught the very same principle to my son

Pick up the rifle, that shotgun or a sword
And I pray the words I say to my son won’t be ignored
Once you pick up that weapon of war my boy
You join the spirit of Gettysburg, Korea and Hanoi

So “Shooter” went on about what his son had done
Did he ever disrespect you and pick up a gun?
“Shooter” related all the hopes which fate would never yield
And then he whispered, “yes, he picked up a gun and died for oil and land on a foreign battlefield”
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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.

Imagining I'm with you,
with my arms around you tight.
Imagining that you're still here
after that dark and stormy night.

Imagining that we're walking
together side by side.
But now I walk these streets alone
my tears I try to hide.

Imagining we're laughing,
your hand tightly in mine.
Imagining that through the rain
the sun begins to shine.

Imagining that you hold me,
you shield me from the cold.
But I guess I'll keep imagining
until I am withered and old.

"Be indebted and take the ghee
to the last drop," when said it he,
he did not mean that man lazy be
and the truth behind fails to see.

Be indebted and the ghee you take
to enjoy your life for life's sake,
not lazy man himself to make
but to remain ever awake.

Life is short and born accident;
water, air, earth, fire element
together with space do augment
the human life development.

On this earth if you are born once,
enjoy your life and gladly dance;
at other sayings look askance,
because for you there is no chance

to be born on this earth again.
Once this body is free from pain
of living, people say in vain:
Moksha the soul does not attain.

What remains after cremation?
How does not one get salvation?
With death ends life's crowded action.
So no soul is in operation.

I, I CAN TURN A SKY BLUE BUT NOT FOR YOU

There’s this woman who goes by the name of Mrs. Satan Incarnate
And I hesitate to use the word “hate”
Because my mama always told me to say “I don’t like something or someone”
And If you met her in person you’d swear she was a nun

But under her Habit is a nickel plated 45 caliber gun
Well I don’t need a gun, knife or spear
To beat you at your own game my dear
and these are words you need to hear

She always thinks she can outdraw me with her speed
But she knows not I enjoy making people bleed
Metaphorically speaking of course because that would be a horrific deed
still and all I don’t dig her the way I abhor gregarious people and greed

She thinks I’m a criminal who she can’t trust both day or night
And about that only she’s god-damned right
I don’t play no games and especially with women like her
Because a headache and nausea are all that which will occur

Hey baby, I ain’t no chump I’m a champ
And on your mouth I’d like to place a clamp
You write things about me with which I agree
But I’m advising you against discovering what my anger can degree

I can stare at The Holy Bible and make it burst into flames
And I think you must know how I take advantage of dames
So keep riling up my anger and you will see
Precisely how petulant and impatient I can be

So here is some advice you best heed
You are and have nothing I need
So don’t mess with me Mrs. Satan Incarnate
Because you will fleetingly discover the havoc I can create
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i've buried more shining friends than you can believe
and buried so many psychiatrists that you can't conceive
i've been to seedy places most people wouldn't dare to enter
and of the people who try to censor me you are in the dead center

i write what i see, hear and with clarity know
yet and still you want to turn rain into snow
well i'll always be snow no matter what you may say
and for no one or reason shall i alter my way

my poems are warnings to parents they need to heed
so they can recognize when Johnny has a habit to feed
but there you are trying to stifle what they need to hear
and i deem you doing that totally unfair

i do take criticism but first i'd like to read you
because something tells me you write about a sky so blue
you probably scribe words about warriors so brave
while i tell people how to save themselves from an early grave

well at this particular time that's all i have to state
that and i wish your irrational reviews of me would abate
because i don't give a damn if you kick me or sock me
but then you have the unmitigated nerve to block me
yours in rebellion, relaxation, and reflexes that reflect
my attitude toward critics like you
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Loud Yuletide bells resound once more,
Do they toll of Joy, or a tear ?
A festive choir croon at my door,
"Merry Christmas and Peaceful New Year "

In some sad homes the lights are dim,
Senseless war has taken their cheer,
Our troubled world now mocks the hymn,
"Merry Christmas and Peaceful New Year ".

Many will scorn our saviours birth,
The faithless who utter a sneer,
And say "There won't be peace on earth,
Not at Christmas nor in the New Year ".

But ye of faith speak loud and deep !
Proclaim for world leaders to hear,
Hope can not die, and will not sleep,
At Christmas and through the New Year .

A wish for peace this poem it sends,
Good tidings to all, far and near,
I raise a mulled wine toast my friends,
"Merry Christmas and Happy New Year"

MEET THE STREET

A dude must know the street before he or she wants to live on one
I don’t mean a house or an apartment on a street… I mean live on the street
You’d better know how to fight, how to surrender and when to run
And one should also practice being orderly and oh so discreet

There’s Old Man Joe and his friend Fred who seem okay
But if you own anything at all don’t turn your back on the pair
Because this ain’t just talk since I live here from day to day
And don’t come running to the other street dwellers if you need someone to care

Ain’t no one on the street that gives a damn about you and what you need
Be it food, drink, comfort or just someone to bandage you when you’re hurt
Sh*t, dudes on the street wouldn’t ebb the flow of your blood no matter how you plead and bleed
And then there are the rich who pass by and won’t give up a buck as they treat you like dirt

So I’m giving you ample warning and the rest is all up to you
You can keep doing your thing and lay in that warm comfy bed
Because I swear on everything holy that the following statement is true
If you need to live on the streets you’d better have eyes in front and in back of your head
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