Last Commented Quatrain Poems (304)

It seems there are lonely people everywhere
looking for the one person to fulfill their life;
how many of you are genuine out there?
How many of us will find husband or wife?

If nothing else ever comes of this trial,
At least I can always say it was fun to look.
I’ve met and talked to men both funny and vile,
but hey, you have to at least try the book.

When all is said and done and I give up
this futile search and understand why I’m alone,
that’s the day my true love will show up
and it’ll be too late for us; I only hope I’m wrong.

But you have to wonder, don’t you?
And how will you know unless you try?
There isn’t much to lose but time and you
may just get lucky once before you have to die.

what do we bring to sacrifice,
to the altar of our fears
will the fear, itself, suffice
to wipe away these grieving tears

here, a satchel i take in stride
through the machine, my will to cede
and here, too, a bag of my pride
that it turns out, i didn't need

that old man has a video camera
and a young one totes a backpack
can we turn them outta here
for the bravery that i lack

and the child so innocent beside her,
that woman there with righteous shawl,
are mother and child vengeful saboteurs
would a flash of hate burst my wall

do i send my firstborn far away
did the world change to get more hate
is that the price my dread must pay
is that all my fright can relate

when i stand on this serene beach
is evil banished from my sight
is the violent tsunami out of reach
if i waive some liberty, some right

should land's crust pull asunder
and an abyss drop before my feet
would relinquishing fear pull me under
would, then, i go down in defeat

my god, what must i do to appease
when i stand before some conflagration
to vindicate, to assuage, to please
must i change my life's foundation

or can i only fear fear itself
to live as those i remember might want
take life day-to-day from off the shelf
without hate and fear, my dreams to haunt

Armageddon might be without love
but my world today is more than this
i refuse to live life devoid of
love and empathy and a bit of bliss

© Goode Guy 2011-09-08

A STAR LOST LOVER

Swear I to you the following be true
Just like a year there are many seasons
Well if the truth be made known to you
I love you for a litany of reasons

The way you would play little game
Perhaps just to keep me on my toes
The very first time I saw you I would know thy name
And no matter what I dubbed thee “Rose”

For none so grand as red amongst green
And a bud which was made to bloom for fame
I beheld you Rose but would not disturb the scene
Because you are glorious and I would not chance the blame

I’ve never held your hand because fate is fickle indeed
nor have I ever been wrapped by the warmth and comfort of you
For thee my royal Rose I would weep and/or bleed
And as all star crossed lovers I’d do that which they are forced to do

I’d stand afar yet observe and grin at your grace
With your loveliness and the graceful way you grow upon the vine
I wouldst feel blessed were I to place a smile on your face
And believe me Rose, I weep because you’ll never be mine
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For Glory, who is more than I‘ll ever be, yet brings the best out in me….
NO MORE DADDY’S HANDS

Daddy has his demands
Especially at night
And oh the size of his great big hands
Yet Daddy was deemed delight

But it hurts me when the darkness rules
And onto my bed climbs pain and humiliation
It did no good to claim him king of fools
Because he had a need to fuel his fascination

"No daddy" I’d beg with blood in my voice
And a plea that would go unheard
As for a little girl i wasn’t offered a choice
And mommy wouldn’t have believed one solitary word

There were no words to ease my pain
While I imagined visiting foreign lands
I’d close my eyes as part of my soul was slain
“Oh no,” I’d silently plead, “no more daddy’s hands”
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ONE BREATH OF KNOWLEDGE

Baby tell me everything I need to know in one single breath
Describe to me having phun, having plans and having a child
Tell me in one long deep breath all about life and death
And how I should live with ease and stop living in the wild

In one solitary breath tell me to leave the forest for some tiny town
With one breath tell me precisely what it is I need to do
In one breath tell me to stop running around and to cool it and calm down
Take one oxygen granting breath and tell me all about the beauty of you

Simply lay down beside me and with only one breath begin to speak
Instruct me in what I need to finally and at last succeed
In one and only one breath teach me how to help the lame and the weak
Please baby, as naked as you are reveal all the meager things I really need

Don’t take another breath as you proscribe the way I should live
Tell me whether I’ll live or die if I don’t settle down somewhere
Describe to me the feeling if I stopped taking and learned how to give
Baby, in one soulful breath make everything I need to know crystalline clear
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ALIBIES AND ALIASES

I’ve been a whore, a bore, a thief and a brute
Of that there seems to be little dispute
I’ve been lost at a cost and found upon the ground
And there’s very little argument to where I am bound

I’ve done things a real man ain’t supposed to do
I’ve been a liar, a letch, a con-man and a wretch too
I’ve stolen with only one goal in mind
While I’ve been unfaithful and unilaterally unkind

I’ve gotten anything that felt good enough to get
But I couldn’t be righteous, not even on a bet
I’ve been a soul out of control and out of good luck
Because I never gave a damn and surely never gave a fu*k

I never gave a f*ck about who I’d f*ck next
And as for a library of falsehoods I composed the text
I’ve been a whore, a bore and a brute for sure
And for what ails me there surely ain’t no cure
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SO-SIGH-A-TEA

Hey you masses and asses listen to what I have to say
I find your society despicable and it gets worse every day
I walk among you while being sickened by your ways
All the degenerates, despicable and even the gays

Well actually I don’t mind gays as long as they leave me alone
Because they do things a man like me want’s to remain unknown
Don’t tell me about the things they do and don’t say word one
And I’ll just let the perverted ones have their fu**ed up fun

Then there are the pin-striped three piece suits
With them I have varied and sundry disputes
They pawn off their wares to the foolish and dumb
While I await the day they all burst into the flames sure to come

Now please, I beg of you, don’t get me started
Because I refuse to discuss the hardened hearted
So let them go to Sacks Fifth Avenue to buy a fancy thread
As I sit at home wishing all of these people dead
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WHERE THEY KEEP THE MULTI-COLORED PILLS OF PEACE

I want to do something I’ve never done before
perhaps i'll hallenge the English Channel shore
I yearn to see a new lovely’s body with her clothes upon my floor
And I certainly don’t want to blow up any babies or participate in a war

I want to do something I’ve always wanted to do
maybe climb in a cage with two hungry lions at the zoo….
The last thing I want is to become Jesus Christ’s whore
And I reiterate that I don’t want to participate in a war

I’d like enough time and patience to watch a flower from seed to grow
And oddly enough I don’t care to know everything I should know
Life Is a more thrilling ride if you ain’t brilliant enough to offer anyone any advise
And I’d like to do something that could end my life to be concise

So here sit I on a chair thinking about what I’d do I’ve never before done
And needless to say, if I would never participate in a war I have no need for a gun
My hunger is salivating to do something new that I never chose to be done
Oh yes, I’d like to be secreted away in a closed and completely empty drug store
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ILLICIT ILLNESS

I was considering the subject of sorrow, sadness and tears
And how depression has such strength to last for so many years
Then I realized how happiness turns to hurt and pain
And how my tomorrows really have nothing to gain

And so I pick up my syringe filled with illicit calm
then try to find a vein in a track laden arm
Just another puncture as a sign of how badly I feel
And the belief that the wounds she caused may never heal

Dope can be a balm to calm the strength of stagnation
And erase the visions of repeated information
Intrepid information that reminds me of someone I once knew
And the portrait of pain her painting drew

No more laughter only she brought about
Because hurt can carry such caustic clout
It’s for that reason and that reason alone
That after so many years my sorrow seems only to have grown
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I once knew two sisters
aptly named Flora and Fauna
I coulda loved them both
for sure I was a goner

Flora was a flowery lass
pretty Fauna was easy to envy
both sisters planted kisses
on cheeks so warm and friendly

Fauna could change chromatically
instantly from green to red
emotions turned emphatically
joy morphed to anger instead

Flora bright-colored and perfumed
smelled wondrous and made me hot
she'd float in and brighten any room
while Fauna could definitely not

animal instincts gave way you see
though both sisters lovely when bare
Fauna tasted a bit green to me
Flora blossomed her flower to share

© Goode Guy 2011-09-08