Quatrain Poems (303)

Long distance can cause compications,
And problems with communications.
Getting to know each other and such,
Harder without the taste, smell and touch

Cyber-romances can work out well,
But then again, they may be just Hell.
It all depends on those on the line,
If they are honest, things can be fine.

If you are pure and earnestly true,
Long distance romance can work for you.
Lay it all out, straight out from the front,
You just may find the one that you want.

But if you deceive, misrepresent,
Then things take on a sinister bent.
Things get all tangled, up in the lies,
When there is falsehood, somebody cries.

Getting to know each other online,
It's only normal, this day and time.
But play it straight, believe me it pays,
Honesty's best in these passion plays.

I've had so very many dreams
That faded in the morning light.
And a dream as real as it seems
Can only live at night.

They tell of things the heart desires
And sometimes they come to pass
But only once the mind retires
To seek sleep's greener grass.

One lover always came to me
While deep in restless sleep.
Although her face I could not see
And her hand I could not keep.

I knew her by the way she felt
As I held her to my chest.
Together merging, we would melt
Forsaking all the rest.

But morning light was harsh and cold.
And I'd waken all alone
With promises I must uphold
That turned my heart to stone.

The real world has no such dreams
For this love can't exist.
Such folly, yes, a sane mind deems.
Such folly I'd resist.

As my life began to shape and change
I took a different course
Like a rider on the open range
Set surely on his horse.

Never resting, on the move
No camp was I to make.
There was nothing more for me to prove
And nothing to forsake.

Those pockets full of pyrite
I did empty with disgust.
No need for that to travel lite
So I left it in my dust.

I knew for me the time was now
To seek what I could find.
And see if fortune would allow
A fate for me that's kind.

No room at all for compromise
No time at all for fear.
No settling for half-assed lies
I'd left them to my rear.

But could I find the love I'd sought?
The love I knew in dreams?
Life's lessons learned and also taught
Not all is what it seems.

No, giving up was not the way
And I knew I'd never rest.
And nothing more of love I'd say
Till I put it to the test.

And so I searched to find my love
And I knew I'd know her heart.
The one that I'd been dreaming of
To join and never part.

For years I tried to figure out
Just what a love should be.
And at last I know there is no doubt
My love has set me free.

I didn't know I'd find her here
There was no way to know.
But once I did it all came clear.
I'll never let her go.

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.

Woman Woman soft and blue
walking in the meadow you
vision of pure beauty she
who can measure her dignity

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.

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?