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Quatrain Ballad Poems | Quatrain Poems About Ballad

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The Ballad of Your Loss

The October sky is crying,
   Pelting the ground with tears.
Remembering the days of yore,
   Of when…you was happily here.

The October winds are lonely,
   They can no longer caress your face.
They grope and moan across the prairie,
   Yearning…your warm embrace.

When you left us that August,
   Your departure was too stout.
You used to flood us with presence,
   But now there is a drought. 

As the sky keeps on turning,
   I miss you more each day.
As my heart keeps on beating,
I dedicate to you…my everyday.
   
You will always be the neighbor,
   That never turned an eye.
And I will never forget the day,
   You entered that Autumn sky.

And when I dream of you,
   My soul seems to turn and toss.
For in my heart…will always play,
   The ballad of your loss.


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Ballad of a Desperado


...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song 
   'The Road Goes On Forever'



Flyin' high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leakin' oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputterin', it starts to boil.

Up ahead a service station,
gotta get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
cigs and chew will do the trick.

Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.

He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rearview,
blows a tire and fits the spare.

Evenin' comes, it starts to rainin',
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!

Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.

North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doin' ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!

He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.


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Ballad Of A Desperado

...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song 
   'The Road Goes On Forever'


Flying high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leaking oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputtering, it starts to boil.

Up ahead a service station,
got to get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
cigs and chew will do the trick.

Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.

He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rear view,
blows a tire and fits the spare.

Evening comes, it starts to raining,
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!

Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.

North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doing ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!

He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.


Details | Quatrain | |

Ballad Of A Desperado

...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song 
   'The Road Goes On Forever'


Flyin' high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leakin' oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputterin', it starts to boil.

Up ahead a service station,
gotta get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
cigs and chew will do the trick.

Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.

He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rearview,
blows a tire and fits the spare.

Evenin' comes, it starts to rainin',
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!

Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.

North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doin' ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!

He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.