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Courage Quatrain Poems | Quatrain Poems About Courage

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The little soldier boy

His daddy is fighting in Iraq.
His mommy is fighting tears.
His brother is fighting death.
He is fighting his desolation and fears.

Friends are but a dream
and companions are an illusion.
School is a concentration camp,
but he stands, though alone, in the midst of confusion.

His training school is loneliness.
His milestones are fears, thrust in lies.
His only weapon is faith
and his bullets are soft "hallelujah" cries.

Strength left his fragile body
and he lost the fight in life so coy,
yet on his knees he conquered agony
and I call him the little soldier boy.


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A Letter To Dear George

Dear Lord Byron
Please don't be upset
I wish to call you George
With affection and respect

The "Destruction of Sennacherib"
I was introduced to your poem
I learned it word for word
As I sat home all alone

You see George the meaning
Is much more than you know
In school I had no success
I was considered quite slow

Empowered by your words
Assyrians coming down
I spoke with true emotion
For once I wasn't a clown

When I spoke of your steed 
With his nostrils all wide
Within the deep of me
I experienced pride

Like the leaves in your forest
When summer is green
You provided inspiration 
I now travel where you've been

With a pen held in my hand
My destruction I escape
Within my troubled mind
New ideas take their shape

I'm gifted with freedom
Words of power do supply
Whether reading or writing
They provide me with my high

So George, I humbly thank you
You're truly the reason why
I travel within the words
They're the gift that help me fly

With anticipation
I know one day we'll meet
Beyond the gates of heaven
Please reserve for me a seat

The Father of all poets
Will speak in splendid tones
We'll marvel at his spirit
We will feel it in our bones

For poets are connected
In very intricate ways
Time is not of consequence 
Our words are a form of praise


As a child when I committed Lord Byrons poem to memory,
I had no idea it was a story from the Bible. Being he was a 
believer I wanted to honor both him and our God. Thanks
Monterey, I think this is a great topic for a poem. I also 
chose to write in the same form as he had for "The Destruction 
of Sennacherib". This was the first and only form I wrote in
prior to coming to the soup. I thank all the poets here who have
helped me grow, yourself included Monterey.






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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.


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Remember the Alamo

The Texans weren't supposed to be
 Holding the old mission.
Sam Houston sent Jim Bowie there.
 Said he had a vision.

Bowie wanted to save the fort.
 So did Colonel Travis.
They say when Santa Anna came
 Carnage there was massive.

Two hundred men would die that day.
 One was Davey Crockett.
He couldn't save the Alamo.
 Too few men to stop it.

Santa Anna won the battle,
 Taking back the city.
He killed each and every soldier.
 Showing them no pity.

Santa Anna was defeated
 Outside San Jacento.
The Texans bore the battle cry,
 Remember Alamo!

1/15/2013
RAY


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Dad

In all my years I've never seen 
a face so weathered, yet seldom mean.
A semblance of a younger man
of whom I was the biggest fan.

A tired soul in eyes so hollow,
where he went this kid would follow.
Now he's resting more and moving less.
Is this what's left for God to bless?

Disease and age have beat him down,
yet no one ever sees him frown.
Mortal thoughts creep in as days go by.
What's it really like when we die?

But he won't dwell on that, with time so fleeting,
and his mind still sharp, despite the beating.
No he won't complain, why even bother?
My hero is this wonderful father.


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MAN'S LIFE

MAN’S LIFE


Man’s life:
The jumping out of a plane resembles
Right Into the arms of gravity’s demands 
That anxiously pulls him onto the ground
As his prevailing destiny commands

No parachute on his back is to be found
For him to avoid the inevitable impact
So he must soon find a way to escape
Before all his hopes are really whacked 

Between the plane and the ground though
A distance, short or long, to cover must have 
That definitely indicates the length of his life  
That no-one, certainly, has the right to halve 

The drama of Man has though just started
As he is having no command over his will
But the glory of his indubitable spirit
Makes him stand up and never kneel 

He laughs at his own condemnation  
And proudly declares: I am here to live
Do not care when my fall will be over
Fear in my heart I'll never forgive

He begins enjoying his hastening falling 
As he makes plans a myriad dreams to fulfill
My works, with all his force, triumphantly shouts: 
Even when I go, here they are going to be still

Thus Man victorious of life’s adventure emerges 
Having beaten all odds and the fear of death 
A monument is he now of wisdom and valor
Since never gives up till his very last breath! 

 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   14 OCTOBER 2013
                                        



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THE CROSSING

THE CROSSING* 


On the bank of oblivion’s river 
A soul hastily arrives   
Wishing to cross on the other side
Where eternity resides 
 
Has been preparing for the crossing  
Since the first day of her birth
But now that the moment is so near
She is afraid of her death

More few moments she is begging     
For much better to prepare 
Before the Charon with his boat 
Her, to perpetuity transfer   

Death however is adamant
Since to delay he can not
So he is reminding the soul
That it is her mortal lot  

With dread she is now boarding
For the trip of no return
But surprised she is to find
That this is of no concern

As the crossing is completed
And the soul disembarks 
On the land of sanctified 
This is now what remarks

All worries and all burdens 
That she carried all along
When imprisoned in the body
In that place don’t belong

For first time she is sensing 
Real freedom in her being 
Such amount of love and beauty  
This world has never seen

At an instance she turns holy 
And with angels she soars
To the heavens of the blessed
Where her creator adores!



© Demetrios Trifiatis 
  16 OCTOBER 2013


* In my previous poem I dealt with " MAN'S LIFE", "THE CROSSING" deals with what comes after that! If one has the time it would be a good idea to read both for a better understanding of the circle of life and death as it is presented here! Thank you!


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The Trolls Come Out At Night

Some cat entered my room one night I thought it was a ghost It smelled like something had just died But I must oblige my guest as the host I turned on the light and there it was An obnoxious opossum at best! Whoa! Forget my host duties, cous! Take the room—I’m an unhappy guest! I left the house with a shutter Before I realized I was heavily surrounded By cats on all sides, up and under The house they had all just rounded! In truth I was perturbed on all levels That I began to realize in horror That damn opossum had spawned these little devils! And tonight I must end this terror! I then ran straight to the kitchen Aware of the opossum inside If I give up the tuna and ditch um’ Perhaps I’ll escape this night alive The persistent cats scratched at the holes Those buggers—those meddlers! They could have been thieves—if not trolls! Their yowls would scare sumo wrestlers! Worst of all in this dilemma Tomorrow was grocery day There were no more cans of tuna All my fish had swam away! Somehow one got in And the rest came barreling through I ran toward my room to him The opossum looked so distressed and blue The little beady eyes pierced my soul And I knew from then on he was my friend He only meant to hide from the furry little trolls And escape a most pitiful end! I made up my mind at last And picked up my trusty broom Come on in—I dare yah tah pass! Ain’t no feline coming through this room! Glowing eyes burned with intent And the yowling grew loud as hell The little bullies think they can take my guest! They’ll fly like birds they will! That night was a battle like none other A battle I will proudly say I won I gained the friend of my life—a brother My pet’s a load of fun! As much as I love a neighbor cat They are a little scary as a race Thankfully a broom will push them back And put them in their place My opossum is a sweet little thing And I protect him with my life I’ll never judge a critter again Till actions bring it to light


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Doors

In a dark corridor 
I feel along the walls
searching for an open door
to touch a glimmer of hope before humanity falls.

An ancient sound of crowds cheering rings in my ears.
I see the humble scum by society crucified.
They had blindly stumbled over their fears,
not realising the bloodlust as they excitedly cried.

The reality of this world strikes so cruel.
Good leaders don't change apathetic followers,
for they themselves allow their deceitful hearts to rule.
Their minds are conquered by lusts for darker powers.

I have reached the bitter end.
No longer can I go into this unending night,
yet some are the closed door's friend 
while gushing through an open door is the light.

Few find this narrow way.
Many beat their skulls against a closed door
as darkness continues to lead the blind astray
while surrendering warriors find the courage to kneel on the floor.


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What Works for Me

School bully pushed off with both hands and feet.
With my heart in my throat, I stood up to cheat.
I am a clown with a weapon called pause - 
I chased his focus with raucous applause.

I told him, “Feel free to stay or take flight.”
I could tell this kid was set for a fight.
Being a sprinter, I went with my feet
and took off running in quick retreat.

I am a pacifist, I love what's quiet 
so I dodge the spots where kids often riot. 
I'm also a stoolie and finally stopped
to hide in the office and call the cops.


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