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Good Tidings

It's twelve days before Christmas, Love, and I am sitting here,
the hearth fire is burning bright, but on my cheek they're tears.
I hold the conch shell to my ear and call for you my dear.
Out across the briny deep a tempest cries beware.

The entry hall is full of garland, pine, spruce and mistletoe
The mirrors are all draped with ribbons, the brass all aglow
I hold the conch shell to me ear and stare out at the snow
remembering our last parting, I begged you not to go.

"Captain" said I "can you not see you take my heart from me?"
In his hand I placed a lock of hair, and a mustard seed.
He handed me a pearly conch shell from the Isle of Capri,
and bid me listen for his love song from the Southern Sea.

For twelve days, I've climbed stairs to the widows walk on high,
I clasp the token to my chest and search the sea near-by
So sad, yet sweet the mermaids sang, they of sailor's gone by.
They sang in sympathy, a song of longing with breathy sighs.

The cliff fires burn so bright now, he's coming on the tide.
The church bells are ringing now, soon they'll at anchor lie.
Had he heard me, had he called, had it been a dream I scryed?
T'was Christmas Eve and in the snow, he's landing with the tide.


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Ode to a rose on a sunset

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as the clouds dip into the sea.
A kiss from that rose as the waves fall,
over the beach to a rose kissed me.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as we wrap in lovers embrace.
A kiss from a rose as homeward we go,
to a bed clothed in satin and lace.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
with passion and warmth do we grasp.
A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms,
my hand in her labour pain clasp.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
that wanton and curvy young bride.
A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe,
so loving, in motherly pride.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
without whom I'd not share my life.
A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled,
the place of my darling rose wife!

(c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom. (7/8/2013)


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The Only Man Who has Ever Touched Me

He’s the only man who’s touched me
The one man with whom I’ve made love
Unheard of in this day and age
But still something to be proud of

No one else has caressed my body
Or has found the source of pleasure
No one else knows how to move me
To conquer measure by measure

No else has tasted my lips
Or has laid his head on my breast
No other man has made me moan
Been my partner in passion’s quest

No one else has played my sweet games
Or held me helpless in his arms
No other has made time stand still
Or has unleashed on me his charms

Now, after feeding him my love
I just watch him drift off to sleep
And I’m left to lie and wonder
How marriage vows are made to keep.

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Laughter The Best Medicine

Forty years of married life, the couple set out to celebrate
Fine dining beautiful wine, and a waltz with stumbling gait
Turning to her husband she demands for him to remember details
Quickly he answers, “Yes darling, your beautiful dress, my hat and tails.”

He walked beside her hand in hand she notices a tear drop that falls
Thinking he’s sentimental she demands to know what he does recall
Sighing wistfully looking at the stars he tells her, it was before they did wed
Your father had a shotgun, he said if I didn’t turn up I'd wish I was dead.

“Why do you remember that, is there nothing more romantic you can say?”
The virago of a wife demands more memories of the wedding day…
The husband sighs “He said he would send me to jail for forty years at the very least“ 
I just had a thought, if I hadn’t married you, tomorrow would be my day of release……


© 28/11/2012~GG~ 

Entry for Laughter The Best Medicine sponsored by Vie


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One picture at a time

A toddlers Crayola masterpiece marks the box
Where the story of our days now tarry
Passages tilting the axis of a bittersweet equinox
As photographs eclipse yesterday and today unvaried 

The plans we made for a life
After years of work and worry
Useless installments when your partner dies
The crumbling of everything you once held firmly

Riveted, uprooted with every slide
Scenes of "our time" bring you back to life
I step from earth, you from the sun, for yet another goodbye
And the dam finally collapses behind brave hazel eyes

But not the brokenness your death left behind
Still, though no more than ashes it resides
Like faded photographs etched in the mind
Fanning the embers... one picture at a time

Rage rises, for you left me alone
Without refuge for all life's trials
And our sons fatherless before they were grown 
Every step feeling more like a mile

I've grieved so long 
And tried to move on
Like river water never looking back
But it's motion sings the the words to our song

Leaving me afraid I'll never belong
Or live out the plan we devised
For all my days my efforts give way
Blundering, burdened and blind

How does one truly recover
When the mate of their soul is no more
Or pass from one realm to yet another
When the walls of your heart no longer have a door? 

Frustration builds like Lego towers
toppling to the floor under the weight of the world
Is it grief or something disguised by cowards
When a heart gets stuck from the pain that it's learned? 

This ode to a man 
Who in covenant took my hand
The marriage equator engraved a permanent mark...
For his death left a total eclipse of my heart

Crazy as a loon
But my God... how I loved you
My eyes fixed upon our favored moon
And I wonder... Do you miss me too?

Anniversaries used to be a joyous accomplishment
Marking years of selfless love made
Now it serves only an acknowledgement 
Of a life interrupted by a cruel twist of fate

Of ill trusted hopes 
And a future unmade
For us left behind to cope
With memories and photographs fading away

On this the 2nd anniversary...
            Of your passing away



In memory of my husband of 25 years
Charley Romani 
(My Beloved)



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The Owl and the PusyCat Sail

Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.

The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.

Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.



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As Far As I Can

Sore to the bone
Running on a drop of energy
Just gotta push through
I'll rest eventually

My shoulder has gone numb
But my body feels her weight
As if she's gotten heavy
Since her unconscious state

If I could, I'd stop right now
But who knows how safe it is here
And if I could even start again
I may fall asleep I fear

Soon my body will give up
But I'll make it as far as I can
And hopefully haven isn't too far
And I can put her in helping hands

Walking all day and night
It's hard not to think on past
And any thought I come up with
Has me struggling to hold sobs back

I've kept my ears open
Trying to focus on only sounds
But all I keep on hearing
Is my shoes crunch on foreign grounds

Bang. I hear it softly.
So far but still so near.
Bang. Another gunshot sounds
And I've collapsed in fear.

I close my eyes but another goes off
This time in a memory
And now I'm filled with rage
At how repulsive humans can be

My thoughts turn to my baby
Slipping off of my shoulder
I set her down and examine her
Bloodstained gown and skin colder

My worst nightmare but it can't be true
I listen in for her sweet breath
No. No No. No No. No No.
What's this silence? This isn't death.

This time I don't close my eyes
I see a sight that makes me sob
Memory of the last I saw my wife
And now my baby's with her mom.

Each one of us left covered in crimson
By a monster, a gunshot, a blow
Their death is the death of me.
This is as far as I can go.


May 2010
Inspired by Morris Gleitzman's novel "Once," a historical fiction about a boy in Poland
during the Holocaust.


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Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance





James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "



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She Knows Me

Everything I ever want
Everything I do
She knows before I ever say
Because she loves me, too

All the wishes that I have
The many dreams I dare
She knows them all and smiles with me
Because she really cares

My imperfections are lost on her
As she sees within my soul
She knows me well, this friend of mine
She’s there and makes me whole

Sometimes I can feel incomplete
So converse with her, I will
She makes me feel the good feelings
Until I have my fill


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Magical Things

I think I’ll live forever
I think I’ll refuse to die
Plant my body in the ground
My spirit’s going to fly

Please come fly away with me
Once this journey is complete
Universe can be our home
Our own magical retreat

Two celestial bodies
Darling lets take to the sky 
Forget the why, when or how
This dream is for you and I

Gliding upon golden wings
We can dance from star to star
I would travel anyplace 
So I could be where you are

Angel’s dance like fireflies
Through trails of glittering dust
In heaven magical things
Exist for people like us

It seems we have come so far
Seems the limit is the sky
When I think of who you are
Tears of joy I need to cry

Everything is what you are
You are everything to me
Long as eternity last
My soul shall be one with thee

So let’s live on forever
We will each refuse to die
Plant our bodies in the ground
As our spirits take to the sky



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Violence In Video Games

There was a loud explosion, followed by shouts of glee
The rat-a-tat-tat of gunshot, was suddenly surrounding me
It was much to my horror that my husband bought the game
And to watch my boys playing it, nearly drove me insane.

They blew things up, they shot at them, and they loved every shot
“But it will warp their minds” I said, my husband said “It will not.”
He promised he would sit with them, but that’s cos he wanted to play
And he said he could drum into them that it is just a game that day.

I peered round the doorway, I watched him guide them through
They cheered, and laughed at gruesome bits, my husband cringed a bit too
But as they grew they learned, but I know this is not true of all
Mine are both big wimps, and even husband on seeing blood will fall.

They cannot stand needles, a paper cut makes them cry
They cannot watch the news, when there is death and destruction awry
So in all honesty I don’t agree with violence in video games at all
But I think it’s up to the parents to make the final call.

Children in days of old, shot each other with a home made stick gun
They made swords out of anything, and always fought to the death in fun.
Play has changed they are safer inside, the trouble now I think this is it
Is when they are left to their own devices and the videos are used just to baby-sit.

©3/01/2013
~GG~
Contest Entry


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Happy Husband Hears No Alarm

Waking with a smile, eyes bouncing green, dear husband
makes me hold back my scream, desire to pull over sheets.
Later, I find you sitting like Buddha, gazing at the land,
shifting as each birds lifts and soars and tweet tweets.

I watch you in silence, pick up slippers, my piles of papers
find my own breakfast to leave you undisturbed in dream,
you thank me so many ways, your face relaxed, finger tapers
held on belly, sometimes I wonder if you see past the gleam

Of heavenly contentment, lap of pool, sun blazing warm
the face so bruised by clenched jaw now so smooth
I never dare to battle you, drive you against walls or alarm.
Retirement is a silence of weighty falling before well oiled groove.


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TOO LITTLE TOO LATE

The man to whom I have been wed,
For low these many years,
Has never shared his love with me,
Now wants to share his fears.

I Don't Want To.

My feelings never mattered much,
He told me, don't complain,
And now we're old he thinks that I,
Should gladly share his pain.

Why Should I?

When I am sick he doesn't care,
I must care for myself,
But if it's him then I must do,
All that I can to help.

For What Reason?

I used to try to talk to him,
Tried to build a bond.
He didn't want to hash it out,
And all I did he shunned.

I'm Done Now.

He says that I'm uninterested,
Don't care, not a good wife.
He should have learned so long ago,
Good husbands make good wives.

                                       Judy Ball

"So husbands ought to love their wives as they love their own bodies.
He who loves his wife loves himself for no one ever hated his own flesh
but nourishes it and cherishes it just as Christ also loved the church."
                                                                                  Ephesians 5:28-29

"Nevertheless let each idividual among you also love his own wife even as himself,
and let the wife see to it that she respect her husband."
                                                                                    Ephesians 5:33

Inspired by Russell Sivey's relationship contest


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Painting My Husband

His squarish jaw, waggles when he thinks,
holding his fingers entwined at his waist.
He stares past his silvery frame, sinks
into mind, until I break in and say hi.

His thin silvery hair, is plush with curls at neck.
He stoops over as if time has weighed in
I see him counting, saying what the heck
here’s a bird, a butterfly, noisy squirrels.

His hands have a pain in them, all webbed
inside, pulling muscles taut, but they wave
they stroke the air, my legs, the seas ebbed
the sand, the sky, building the future in mind.

And when he picks up his violin mistress,
he dances her, never still this man of mine.
His harmonica hoots the day’s stresses,
digging out his soul, bending him like grass.

Sometimes I have to silence his motions,
hold him close to heart, let him sleep.
But always he plays out his commotion
making me music, making him mine.


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HONEYMOON CAPERS

~Honeymoon Capers~ The big day arrived and we couldn’t wait We were old fashioned and there was no horse after the gate The wedding went off with nary a hitch A few gate crashers but we didn’t b i t c h . * The honeymoon night, boy what a thrill The emotions it caused are with us both still While showering in a hotel bathroom suite My new husband dare ask if he could now peek. Into the shower he joined me all of a quiver The sparks were shooting hither and thither I was covered in shampoo from washing my hair I tried to squeeze past him the water to share. No thought was there yet of making love in the shower We were getting to know more of each other hour by hour My new husband’s passion was obviously aroused As I stuck me head under the shower to be doused. It was then that I did slip and fall backwards with a yell Taking the shower the curtains and my husbands passion as well All I remember as my head hit the loo Was an agonised yell from my husband brand new. As my legs lifted high not for love it would seem But I kicked him in the place where he kept his lovers dreams. I woke up on the floor my head splitting in two My husband at the side of me groaning by the loo Water was pouring from the shower wall Neither could move nor dare make a call He said he knew that in marriage there could be some hard knocks But it was taking the cake to get kicked in the rocks. The toilet was cracked just like my head The bathroom was flooded we had to stay in bed Our honeymoon night our first night together Is one we will remember for ever and ever.
* Censor won't let me use it so I split it ©~GG~ 30/08/2012


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Romancing You

Your like a rock, hard and steady, I'm soft like a flower against your skin, you hold my heart, I know I hold yours, I feel the beat of it from within. I touch your lips, trace their lines, you hold my eyes, as you trace mine, we've lost all track of time, as love unfolds between us, so divine. What gentle love we have shared, husband and wife, we both have cared, nothing more than heavenly bliss on earth, between us a deeper love is birthed. Who could stop the flow of time, who could stop this surge of mine, of love that came so softly seeded, when I first discovered it was you I needed.


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Something Like You

Something like a love song
Crossed my mind,
Sang to my soul,
Made my heart fly.

Something like a daydream
Drove me wild
Had me on cloud nine
Free like a child.

Something like a miracle
Hit me hard
Had me jumping and skipping.
I was touching the stars.

Something like a love story
Took my by surprise
Feeling like I won the lotto
Gave me butterflies.

Something like a love song
Played softly to my heart beat
Its all your fault
And I'm swept off my feet.


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For Your Eyes Only

They said we'd never make it
They said we would not last
And though we've had it rough, dear 
For us, the dye's long been cast

They don't seem to understand it
They don't have a single clue
That though we have our problems
There is a magic glue

A glue so rare and precious
A glue so exquisitely fine
Forged out of our young love
Making you forever mine

We have a precious daughter
She is the forever bond
The union of our souls is she
Of whom you are so fond

Today as I watched you sleep
I longed to kiss you awake
With passion dipped words to say:
“Wake up, sweet love let’s make!”

And so I teased and I pleased you
Laid your head on my bare breast
I smiled at myself for I knew
That would bring on all the rest

I was not disappointed
You made me scream and sign
With techniques tried and true
You took me to the heavens high

And now you're getting older
You're climbing the ladder of time
Remember when you're old and grey
I'll still think you are sublime! 

Eileen Manassian Ghali

A Little Background:

I wrote this some time ago for my husband, but I added to it to post it today. I met him when we were twelve, he asked me out at 14, I accepted him at 17 when I came back from the States, I married him at 26.  We were neighbors, but our families were rivals of sorts. Regular Montegues and Capulets. His parents threatened to disown him if he married me. He was willing to go through the risk. This explains the beginning of the poem. It's been twenty years now. We are still together. The Title of the poem, a song by Sheena Easton, was "Our SONG."


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:sigh of relief:

Words spoken in silence,

[When language does not suffice]

Like a look or a tear, although concise

Can echo a lifetime in your ear,

Much louder than those you can hear.


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Oh Dear What Can the Matter be?

“She’s pregnant. Oh my God!”
“I’m going to be a father!” He beams.
“What will we call him honey?” He says.
“What have I got myself into…her chest heaves.

Day after day as she grows, he works, this father to be.
“Honey, careful now!” He lends a hand as she sits down.
“Careful,” she sighs. “Shoulda thought of that…”
and her labor begins with a scream.

Hour after hour in pain …”My wife.”
Hour after hour he paces his life.
A squall from the far room and in rushes he.
“I’m a father!” He preens. “Honey? What will his name be?”

Up honey looks, no smile…so abashed
“Honey,” she says. “We have a fine lass…..”
Crestfallen he stammers. Eyes caste to the wall.
“It’s alright.” He says “We can have more………..”


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Carbon Dioxide Blues

He said I was oxygen 
That he couldn’t live without
He said I was the ideal
That he wanted for a wife

He flattered and he praised me
Made me feel like a princess
No one else came even close
His desires he’d thus confess 

He’d waited for me for years
Desperate to be my man
He did ask me more than once
To please love him if I can 

And then I tumbled headlong
Into this prince charming’s arms
I pledged him eternal love
I succumbed to his sweet charms

Many years have passed and now
We are both set to get old
But at times my heart just mourns
For a love that’s getting cold

For though we still make music
To a rhythm all our own
That hungry look has just gone
The passion that I have known

“My love, you’re my oxygen,
You’re the life that I inhale!”
Tell me, though, my beloved
Has that oxygen gone stale?

Am I the carbon dioxide
That you are quick to expel?
Need a fresh O2 supply
That enlivens every cell?

My love, if I’m no longer
The breath that gives you your life  
Remember I’m still that girl
You desired for a wife!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

PS...Soupers, I often tease my husband about this oxygen thing. I guess it is inevitable that somewhere along the line...the mad frenzy of love mellows to a comfortable rhythm. Of course, love needs nurture! I read once that someone told a marriage counselor, "My husband and I are like a comfortable pair of old sneakers," to which she replied, "That's alright, as long as you remember, old sneakers need to dance every now and then!" :) Get the music going!


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Why Red Roses Flow

Every year she returns to the scene
This place in question where life has been mean
On muddy banks down by the waterline
Alone in her tomorrow's, solitary resigned

Having already lost her husband in his freedom fight
No mother should enter this fateful night
Her baby, her son, that a mother sees to grow
Wandered from her safety to that fast water flow

All innocent and fearless little steps slowly walk
In playful surrounds just barely in talk
Noises up ahead attract this mind to peek see
So curious they are when they get a chance to break free

Down an unclimbable bank he faces his lure
Once a slow flowing stream soon to take natures pure
Yesterdays storms allowed the heavens to cry
Whilst his mother kneels down and still asks herself why

In her hand she clasps a bunch of Roses so red
Tears fill her eyes knowing her tomorrow's lie dread
Once again she looks back, facing a mothers fear
A last glimpse of the flow, feeling her lost sons tears












http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-5.php



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A Sobering Moment

A most ordinary, a tad-bit hazy day,
Fishing from the pier, a black cat came my way.
A mere kitten she was, "was she wearing a hat?"
a man's blue top hat? a black, blue-eyed girl cat?

She sauntered on down and I could tell, this is odd.
I called out, "Here, kitty!" as I reeled in my rod.
I offered her a fish I was gonna throw back
"I don't eat fish!" she scowled, giving my catch a whack.

"Just, who you calling, Kitty?" she sneered in exhale,
"Watch this!" she attacked me, put her hat on the rail.
She took off in a huff, forgetting her prize
trotting into the sand as I blinked my eyes.

I went back to fishing but I watched that chapeau.
It changed colors three times, taking on a red glow
and floated on the ocean waves out of eye's reach
as I heard my wife calling from down the beach.

I gathered my gear, got up, somewhat less canned. 
My wife claimed the red hat as it reached the land
jawing on about some ladies society,
or was she yakking about sobriety?


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Goodnight, My Love

My head’s upon my pillow Still light enough to see How lucky I truly am By the face in front of me She doesn’t even know it As shadows bless her face I will follow her anywhere At any time, to anyplace She’s my feather in the wind The floating guide before my eyes I’ll follow her forever Wherever she so flies My inspiration and my muse She’s a feather from a dove My one and only forever She’s my one and only love Her silence, there, is beauty Her scent, of angel’s breath I’m enslaved to all she is My strength, there’s nothing left I am weakened sure and like it If it means to share her life As my eyes close on my pillow Good night my love, my wife She’s my feather in the wind The floating guide before my eyes I’ll follow her forever Wherever she so flies My inspiration and my muse She’s a feather from a dove My one and only forever She’s my one and only love


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Loves Beyond 2010

It was known by the way that he treated her and she treated him.
Happiness repeated daily, over and over again.
Two eyes, opened by realization and soon, marriage followed.
Is that not a great place for a true love story to begin?

You bring a boy into the world; teach him about right choices.
Praise him for his goodly ways and expect him to do his best.
Surround his world with virtuous visionaries and voices.
Watch him grow into a man who too soon empties mama’s nest.

Founded upon strength and wisdom, he faces the worldly world.
Quietly, patiently, faithfully, he finds his way in life.
Dreams, desires, and goals fall into place; then, love is unfurled.
Life becomes enchanted, like a fantasy; he finds his wife.

Swept away from life’s present to a new place so far away.
Two young lovers, husband and wife, promised to one another,
Fly away on the wings of love singing a new song; their song.
Both taking with them, a lifetime of loves from each one’s mother.

Through the tears of fears, loves, loss and joy, apron strings are untied.
Two wide-eyed young adults fly into the sunrise, she with him.
Knowing that mothers back home send love to them that will abide.
Loves like those, grow everlastingly, beyond 2010!

©  December 22, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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BECAUSE OF YOU

Because of you my life is full,
I've grown in many ways.
You've helped me climb life's every hill,
And brightened up my days.

It seemed to me before you came,
I'd lived my whole life through,
In search of something yet unknown,
To fill me like you do;

And though I know it seldom seems,
I have the nerve to say it,
I love you, Dear, I always have,
Together we can make it.





For My Valentine For You Contest by Frank Herrera


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Reflections

Through the window of life I look
To tomorrow, a different day
Thoughts of my husband my love
Lost to wars theatre decay

When I awake every morning
And look at the faces of our kids
When do I tell them their daddy's gone
And lift our lives from this rid

What do I tell them
Every time they hear the door
When they think its their father 
Who won't be coming home anymore

What do I tell myself
When I retire every night
Touching the side where he once lay
The one who held me tight

What do I tell them
When I'm tear laden day to day
What do you tell twins of one year old
When they don't understand what I say

When do I tell myself
That tomorrows a different day
Reflections are left of what could have been
For war has left its say




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php


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To Bunkers And Bad Lies



...to Charlie Hebert, (RIP), my father-in-law,
    with respect and affection



Wind-swept and sunburnt alone on the fairway 
he fusses and frets with his lie; 
he's been here for ever commanding the course, 
ever since you and I were knee high. 

Golf is his passion, he lives and he breathes 
for the chance to play just one more round, 
replacing his divots, observing the rules 
and keeping his feet on the ground.

Always nattily dressed he is ready 
to tee up and go for the green; 
the young guns are anxious to unseat old Chuck, 
but he's crafty and wily and mean!

It's the day of the championship and he's all ready 
to teach these young men how to play; 
at the turn he's ahead with a three under par, 
he'll show them, he'll have the last say!

On the final hole two men are tied for the lead, 
they are edgy as each eyes the pin; 
Jim misses his putt, it goes wide to the left, 
and Charlie makes par for the win!

CODA

In the clubhouse they congratulate the old boy on his score, 
he thanks them from the bottom of his heart;
here's to Charlie then, to bunkers, to bad lies and to rain, 
to another shot at glory when he climbs aboard the cart!


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I'VE CHANGED

You ignore my birthday,
Our anniversary too.
Most holidays just pass right by,
Without a word from you.

You don't say "Happy Birthday",
"I love you, you're the best",
Or wish me "Merry Christmas",
As you would a friend or guest.

Forget about a valentine,
From me you've had a ton,
And though I've told you many times,
From you I've not had one.

You hate to spend a penny,
If it'snot something for you.
You feel your money's wasted,
All my "gifts" are shared with you.

You wonder why I'm not the girl,
You married years ago.
I'm sadder and much wiser now,
You reap whate'er you sow.

                                       Judy Ball


Inspired by Russel Sivey's relatioship contest


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Through Tearful Eyes

What can she be seeing as she looks through tearful eyes
Images of her love, being downed from war torn skies
The needle in her hand now paused, she contemplates
For she knows he'll never be home, for her love she truly waits

What can she be seeing as she looks through tearful eyes
Images of her past, when they met through love struck sighs
The children that she wanted, no memories will be of he
Tormented torn and tearful in sullen looks does she

What can she be seeing as she looks through tearful eyes
Revisiting cries of old, to wars in total despise
To rob her of a lover, a husband, friend and father 
For decades she has sat and sewn, past memories always gathered









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php


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Desire (saphic erotic)

Sweet lips of thine, I await to caress mine.
Tenderness sensually arouses my love.
Leaving our warm lips engaged, entices more.
As they part, desire.


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At Night Thinking

.
In the hospital wanting you
        At night thinking of you_awake
For how many hours and long days
        Will be glad to be home_goodness sake

Hello poetry soup have_missed you
        The long seconds seem to just crawl
In the hospital room no wind
         Trapped within these four gray plain wall

Alone this one woman_one man 
        All the staff here has been so kind
But this is not where I want to be
        Suffocation plays on my mind

Life has a trap_caught in its ways
        What a story to sing and tell
How when one truly does love
         The story of life always ends well


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DEAR LOVE

Remember when we met 
That Lover's Day, 
Our hearts connect 
In your heart I vowed to stay 

And then we parted 
My heart was guarded 

Remember when I first told you 
Those sweet words? 
When I heard them 
And tears came down my face? 

Dear lover, 
Lest you know, 
Promises made or not, 
This is not a lie, 
My love for you, 
Will never die. 

As I sit on my bed 
And think about you 
A smile creeps from the corner 
Of my mouth going farther 
Because your thought 
Makes everything better. 

Dear lover 
You should know, 
I give my all 
And I live for you. 


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With This Ring

With This Ring I Pledge My Love You Were Sent From The King From The Heavens Above, It All Started With A Kiss At The End Of A Special Night That's When I Knew I Couldn't Miss I Knew It Was Right, The Next Thing We knew We Were Husband And Wife We Were Both saying 'I Do' I Knew It Would be for Life, I Wouldn't Change A Thing Because It's Helped Me to Grow And That Is Why This Ring I Hope Will Show, How Much You Mean To Me How Much I Treasure Your Love And That You Will See Our Love Was Made From Above


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Your Husband

Hoping I will never regret
The joining of us bachelorette
I live so well a bachelor, too
Giving it all up for you

Pick the ring and pick the dress
Pick the place to say your yes
As the veil comes over your face
I vow to take your father's place


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THIS IS THE DATE WE HAVE CHOSEN

   This is the date we have chosen,
                        forever, it will stand tall.
   For today, time will be frozen,
   l                     locked in our hearts' enthrall.


   We will remember this date through our lifetime,
                         should six years or sixty pass.
   For today, you agreed to be mine,
                         our hopes and dreams in love here joined at last.


   This date will pass many a year,
                         and I will look at you then as I do now.
   Time will stand still for an instant when this date appears,
                         for us today, it begins with our vow.


   I will remember this date as you walked down the aisle,
                         a lovely vision, dressed in white.
   You will remember me waiting for you with that big smile,
                         knowing how I wanted you with all my might.


   This is the date we will remember together,
                          as "Our Day" and only ours.
   For the love that has brought us hither,
                           today, vaults the highest towers.


   This is the date we have chosen
                           to join us, each to the other in love.
   May we always live with the joy that caused us to be here,
                           as we ask God's blessing from above.


   So bless us on this date, Oh Lord,
                            keep us well and give us your wisdom .
   As we plight our troths before you today,
                            for this is the date we have chosen.


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Never

You will never meet him
Never embrace
Never have a meaningful conversation
Never lovingly kiss his face

You will never touch him
Never tangle your fingers in his hair
Never realize his dreams
Or exchange a loving stare

And because he rejected you
You've reshaped him as something you could despise
And brought a vendetta upon his family
Waging a war of bitter, empty lies

And yet, he is so much more 
Than your limited mentality could create
The jagged, pathetic lines of jealousy
Put limitations in their place

Yet, you desire what you call a monster
You have lost at your own game
And he will never forgive you
Never hear you speak his name

You hold him hostage to your dreams
Try to rob him of happiness and wealth
Disgust him with your obsessions
But the biggest victim you've created is yourself


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He Comes Looking For Me

He’s not big into romance
Or in expressing how he feels
But when he wakes, and I’m not there
He comes looking for me

He wants me there beside him
When he has his cup of tea
And if I’m in another room
He comes looking for me

He comes back late from work
And if my face he doesn't see
I hear his footsteps come near
He comes looking for me

Do I wish he were more romantic?
Do I wish he’d go down on his knee?
Yes, but I’m sure that he loves me
For he comes looking for me.

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Finding You

I look for you in the jostling crowd
Being pushed about in the angry human waves
I find you finding me
We move towards each other

I rejoice in your warm embrace
My tears fall freely
Relief washes over me
You are my beacon of hope

But then we separate
My hand lingering in yours
Our fingers slip through
I scream your name, though in vain

Then we reunite
Though covered in soot, I feel beautiful
Although our homestead can no longer hold us
Our lives shall be intertwined forever


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Between The Palms

Between the palms on soft warm sand recline
Eyes lightly closed;  beauty,  sound saturate
With your hand perfectly enclosed in mine
Sensory elements accelerate

Opening my eyes to gaze at the palms
Dark color that look like a peacock's feathers 
In full plummage while he struts very calm
Peaceful the scene almost like the heather

Of Scotland when in full bloom brings peace_calm
Beauty surrounds me now and enfolds me 
Into an inner world in time such balm
Pink cotton candy sky calls let life be

Carefree carefree just live your life carefree
As on island recline lost to all time
Carefree carefree live in total free glee
Ah! what life could be if this island mine


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Forgiveness (The true test of love)

I reckon the thing I try to say
I say with all my heart
After all the fun of being high
Your life will fall apart

Life to me is like a river
One with many falls
And I have rode the rapids
Living for the call

Don’t know how it happened
Or if I ever will
But somewhere deep inside 
I changed how I feel

I guess my heart was so broke
Nothing left to break
I was left all alone in a cell
Nothing left to take

About truly understanding love
Believe these words I say
You will truly learn to treasure it
When love’s taken away

I don’t mean when love is lost
We all have broken hearts
Bleeding red down the page
Not even knowing where to start

When you still love each other
One gets taken away
Through the fears, tears and years
The other will go astray

Forgiveness is the test of love
It is the test of time
Wife and I withstood the test
We are doing fine

Know the trials hurt real bad
Shadows filled my soul
As years I spent full of hate
Living in a hole

When they finally set me free
Our eyes came together
We each knew there was no test
Love could not weather

--------------------------------
When you love with all you are
All you are is who you love.
Never jeopardize that or let it go.
Everything but that love is just 
another illusion. MJ


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With You

When I think of where my life is going
And where my life has been
The most precious days in all my life
Have been spent with my Best Friend

If my time on earth were to end tonight
I’d die with one sure truth
If I had to do it all again
I’d do it all with you




© 2001, R. Erin Lenth


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THE ANGRY MAN

Dumb as a sack of hammers,
He thinks he knows it all.
He knows enough to get him by,
But blames you if he falls.

He's careful but not confident.
He's never known a day,
When he was happy or content.
He never learned to play.

He blames all that upon his wife.
Lord knows she isn't perfect;
But he blames her for everything,
And says she is defect.

If things go wrong as things will do,
He blames her for it all.
He knows he didn't cause it,
So she must take the fall.

He complains most every day,
'Bout this, that or the other.
Life in general he can't take,
Seems breathing is a bother.

He blames her for their lot in life.
'Thout her he'd be rich.
It's all her fault, he knows it is,
She's such a stupid bitch.

For years she's lived with naught but strife.
Not one good word he's spoken.
What would he do without his wife,
Without his little token?

He knows he really needs her.
'Thout her he'd be alone.
No one else would hang around,
And listen to him moan.

He needs her there for company,
To play his little game.
Without her he'd be all alone,
And then who would he blame?

                                   Judy Ball




Some people wouldn't be happy if you peed in their cornflakes.



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Promise

The thorny branch in bud
brings promise of the rose,
with want to share it's beauty,
blossoms full in scarlet pose.

A child's imagination feeds
springs of dreams come true,
from projected promised glory,
strength for life begins anew.

A lashing storm, a snowdrift rising,
a glimpse through God's own eye,
these remind us of his promise
and teach us that he cannot lie.

A new promise I give, 
the prophet heard.
They shall know me,
from the greatest to the least.
At the time appointed Jesus came,
for promises are made to keep.

Upon each promise given,
rests a hope of things to be.
When life was young 
and hearts were tender,
promised love remembered, 
God gave you to me.

                  
                 


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The Sordid Affair

There's money___then there's love
Looking back at him __desiring 
Brief encounters above
Husband's comments deriding

So handsome fire__home ice
Guilt, shame, remorse____desire
One last glimpse maybe twice
Marriage but children__can't transpire

Inner turmoil__wishing
Should I walk away now
Turn turn around running
We'll say the wedding's vow


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DAMN

                                                         DAMN

I`m damned if I do,
And damned if I don`t,
In questions of will,
And questions of won`t.

Each time I try,
To converse with him,
He misunderstands,
And patience wears thin.

Although I agree,
With his views on most things,
He questions my feelings,
Because I don`t bring,

A host of these matters,
To discuss and debate,
To the table with him,
And sit and relate,

Deep matters of course,
On religion and such,
Political views,
And the law over much,

Because I`m so tired,
Of listening to him,
As he groans and bemoans,
How the future looks grim.

I want to talk,
About happier things,
That don`t cause you worry,
Things that don`t bring,

All manner of problems,
To weigh on your mind,
So your life becomes burdoned,
And time just a grind;

So now I avoid him,
As most others do,
And he can`t understand,
Why his friends are so few,

And even his wife,
Takes her leave to go hide,
Because he`s so tiresome,
She needs to confide,

In someone more easy,
On her poor strained nerves;
No boyfriend or lover,
Just someone who serves,

A someone to lean on,
Just one true friend,
In whom to confide,
When her patience wears thin.

                                        Judy Ball

Some things that aren`t happy are important and need to be discussed but a steady diet of it morning, noon and night is a bit over much.
It starts to weigh on a person`s mind and they need a break from it.
Especially if you talk about it even during dinneer. 
That knots the stomach and you can`t eat let alone digest your food.
A little light conversation is necessary too.



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Achilles Abides

Watching mundane seconds tick away
Linked together they form passing years
This flimsy chain around my neck does not betray
Nor can my stinging eyes squeeze back the tears

Dreams begin to float out of my reach
Tormented by what makes me so distressed
Losing many of my hopes I feel besieged
Yet still reflecting on the way my life is blessed

The silence puzzles me and pierces with its thunder
The foundation bucks the shaking of its core
What God has joined together no man puts asunder
The waves are beating hard upon our shores

Weary eyes look towards damp clouds and search for light
Desperate to feel some warmth deep within my bones
Will its brilliant glow supplant the bluish night
Giving a sneak peek into the great unknown

Chasing those rainbows now seems like wasted time
The pot of gold was a seductive ruse of lead
Perhaps we were just lonely partners in crime
Caught up in reveries we thought surely lied ahead

Waiting for the stars to fall into my hands
To turn this to profound from the surreal
Nobody but the stars can understand
That I’ll fall victim to my poor Achilles heel


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IT'S A MAN THING

He set out on an errand,
That shouldn't take him long,
But somehow he got turned around,
Some turn he made was wrong.

He drove around until he found,
He never knew before,
This place has grown, these streets and homes,
Were strange to him for sure.

He finally made it home quite late.
She wondered where he'd been.
To admit that he got lost,
Would be a mortal sin.

They set out on a journey,
A family vacation.
They stopped and bought some snacks and pop,
At The Last Chance Gas Station.

They drove and drove until he said,
They had a situation.
It seemed they'd made a turn somewhere,
And missed their destination.

He should have asked directions,
When they had stopped for gas,
But he has this affliction,
Seems have penis, cannot ask.

                                       Judy Ball

A man will not ask for directions or instructions no matter how much he suffers without them. :)


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Her Stash

He---Honey, are we out of peanut butter?
She--I don’t know, sweetness, look behind the salt.
He---Speak up, I can’t hear you when you mutter.
She--Don’t get huffy, it’s not my fault.

He–--Well, keeping food here is not a game.
She–-And I suppose keeping money here is no joke.
He---I’m not going to argue, I’m not to blame.
She–-No, you don’t argue, you know we are broke.

He---Are you saying you don’t have a stash?
She– C’mon man, my BP is going through the roof.
He---Well, I know full well you have cash.
She–-Maybe so, but I know you have no proof.

He---Well, it’s just not worth the mind clutter.
She–-No, and not worth insults to half your name.
He---Well, I’m sorry for all this over peanut butter.
She–-Apology accepted, I will show no shame. 

© Jun 21 2010 For Paula's "Four Sentences" contest


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HE'S RETIRED

He's retired, at last he's free,
Released from bondage now.
No longer must he watch the clock,
No slave behind a plow.

His time at last is his alone,
He'll do just as he wishes.
His wife still has a job and so,
He cooks and does the dishes.

She goes to work to earn her pay,
So he does household chores.
He thinks,"What gives!? For I could swear,
T'was not like this before."

"Where does all this dirt come from?
That woman is a pig!
Before the house was nice and clean.
My job was not so big."

"She stayed home and watched T.V.
She cooked and made some buns.
I worked all day to earn my pay,
Relaxed when day was done."

"Now I work and slave and cook and clean,
Till I can hardly stand,
And then at dawning of the day,
I do it all again."

"It's not supposed to be this way.
I wish I had a job.
Then I could work and then get paid,
And not be so bedaubed,

With so many different jobs,
Instead I'd have just one.
She could stay here just like before,
I'd slave under the gun."

                                       Judy Ball

The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.


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Fight

I've got the headphones in my ears, but nothing's playing. 
I've got you on my mind, but you're not here.
I've got you in my heart, but I can't feel you.
You're always right there, but yet, you're never near.

Our song is playing, but I can't hear the music. 
I'm just waiting for you to walk through that door.
I said, well shouted, some things I didn't mean.
We argued, but you've always come back home before.

Now, I'm curled up in your t-shirt on the big chair.
Now, my stubborn nature has kicked into gear.
Now, I don't really want to see your face.
Now, when you come home, I hope you feel fear.

I hope your heart starts racing as fast as your thoughts.
I hope you're nervous because you may have ran that red light.
You always love to make me mad, because you think I'm cute angry.
Then again, you're always afraid to lose me when we fight.

Your headlights flicker on the wall across from me.
Despite myself, I'm not angry anymore.
In fact, my heart won't stop racing, and I actually have butterflies.
All of this in anticipation of you walking through the door.

I keep my hardened, stubborn composure.
Until I see you come in with your tail between your legs and your puppy face.
One look and all of my stubborn attitude fades,
And I can't even remember why we were fighting in the first place.


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Locked Away

My husbands actions locked with my soul and remained at our frount door,
He reenlisted again and had left for the Afganistan war.
My eyes became swollen the tears begain to pour.
Then all of a sudden, for some reason, one day I wasn't mad at him anymore.
I inwardly waited to hear his keys rattle and his duffle hit the floor. 



Quatrain - a hopeful heart
6-7-2012


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We're Adults


In life, we need to stand on our own
This was my mistake before
I thought I'll get you
Without you learning how to take it

God taught me a lesson
That you're still there
Pray and ask God to help me win the poetry
It can be before the 1st before I can send you

This is being strong honey
We can do this
When you're a child
People say 'what if you dont have your parets or mother?'

That's how children learn responsibility
Okay, what if I get to the hospital or Something bad happen to me
Who will be there to talk to you?
You can't do anything, you have to live like that

But it will not be forever
We need to pray and ask God for graces
Pray for the one taking care of you
We need God'help in everything



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My Husband

You are my strength when the world weighs me down.
I know that I can count on you to be there tomorrow.
When I am afraid you offer courage I can borrow.
Days I feel frumpy you treat me like I wear a crown.

You made me a mother to 4 beautiful babies.
Always leading, teaching, sharing your heart.
Never needing to wait for someone else to start.
Encouraging me though a bad case of the maybes.

You carry yourself with the aura of a king.
There to guide me when I feel lost without hope.
Helping me learn from frustrations and to cope.
Yet still act so young pushing children on a swing.

My dear you fill my life with warmth and passion.
Taking me to new heights beyond the ordinary.
Letting me see that my doubts are imaginary.
Walking with me even when I am out of fashion.

Now I cannot remember a time without you.
These first six years we've been together
Are just the beginning of our forever
Because finally I trust what I feel is true.


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Irony of Deception

The clock chimed eleven as she tiptoed through the hall
Her long gown flowing with movement due to passing breeze
Her steps downstairs were quiet and ever so careful
As she opened the door, sneaking out with great ease

Her husband was fast asleep in the second floor suite
She abhorred his very presence, his body, his ways
She’s been sneaking out for what seems two months now
Into the evening hours, under the moonlight, to play

The man she meets is one of certain questionable virtue
She fears him, but is attracted to his outward charm
Their passion plays out each evening so deceitfully
Though, her husband knows no reason to be alarmed

He sleeps, or so she thinks, when she ventures out each eve
Without her knowing, another takes her place in their bed
The neighbor’s wife has loved him for nearly a year now
As to his arms all her needs and desires are being fed

Upon her return, again, he pretends to be sleeping
She has her lover, a secret she thinks, and he has his
Pulling the blanket to her chin and cozying up next to him
She leans to his face and upon his cheek, gives a kiss

They’ll continue this life as happiness is theirs
A marriage of comfort, with their loves on the side
He, knowing of hers, but she not knowing at all
Stays quiet, keeping peace, and from her, his secret hides


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WHAT IS A HUSBAND

What is a husband
I ask in my mind
The one that I have
Is truly very kind
He teases me often
But he doesn't mean no harm
Then he gives me that smile
And puts on all his charm
He is not just my husband
He is my friend indeed
Never asks a question
When I want a special need
He is also a good listener
And is there when I'm feeling sad
He sees me on my good days
And helps me when days get bad
So, don't forget that one person
That we call our better half
He's always there, remember
To make you want to laugh


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Your Love

Your love is like a melody
softly singing to my heart.
Your laugh is like the air I brethe
something I cannot, will not part.

Your heart is like a red balloon
that grows bigger with each breath.
Your life is like eternal time,
neverending, not even by death.

As long as I breathe air and live,
you will always be alive and kind.
Your memory will live with me,
in my heart and in my mind.

You have left, footprints on my soul.
Our memories have scarred me true,
and the absolute truth is,
I cannot, will not, live without you.


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War Bride

She waits for him with baited breath.
May a messenger not bring any news.
She hopes for the best, can’t wait to see.
He’s her life, she has everything to lose.

May a messenger not bring any news
from the front lines, telling of his demise.
She knows in her heart, he shall return.
A telegram would surely tell lies.

She hopes for the best, can’t wait to see
her gentleman walk through her door.
Now, she waits for him to return one day,
the soldier, the man she adores

He’s her life, she has everything to lose.
She’d be done, if he was not to return.
But, down deep inside, she knows he’s alive
For his presence, she’ll wait, and yet yearn.


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It's Not Worth Fighting

Your tongue, it’s sharpened like a razor
It cuts so deep upon each blow
The verbal onslaught of destruction
Is something you will never know

For retaliation is not the answer
I will not lower myself to you
Continue on, if it’s your liking
But I will stand, so strong and true

When you’re done and lips are tired
I will then just walk away
To give you time to come to senses
In hopes that it will save the day

And if you come to say you’re sorry
I will not turn my back to you
Nor will I try to strike in anger
For I still hold our love as true


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Stepped into the Life

For richer, for poorer
Til death do us part
Were words that we whispered
Straight from our hearts

I smiled as I saw you
You smiled back at me
A vision of beauty
For all eyes to see

It was crowded, yet quiet
We stood there alone
Though so many viewed us
We felt right at home

As love there surrounded
And brought us as one
We pronounced all our vows
Then walked to the sun


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Lost in Love

Embracing you, now, at this very moment,
I can think of no other place I would rather be.
The world outside can wait and get along without me,
I’m lost in your love, my ever tranquility.

The scent of your being always gives me smile
The softness of your curves, well they give a rush.
My sweetness, this is all this man needs and wants.
I’m lost in your love; I need you ever so much.

Into your eyes I see now and tomorrow
I welcome the presence of each brand new day
In this lover’s embrace we’ll conquer each moment.
I’m lost in your love, with tears, I now say.


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Possession

Her hand brushes softly the hair from her face
Her lips now pouting, shows me her sweet side
Her eyes like weapons pierce through my heart
To the place where the loving is meant to reside

Her lips now pouting, shows me her sweet side
For they are sultry, yet make her seem demure
I cannot resist her, the very look she now gives
I must take her now; have her, of this I am sure

Her eyes like weapons pierce through my heart
As she permeates my very being, I am captive
My knees buckle as my heart quickens its pace
She is my downfall, as my heart’s now reactive

To the place where the loving is meant to reside
We will go, we’ll become a part of, this very night
She has me firmly within the palm of her hands
As I too will hold her into the new morning light


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14 Years

Almost 14 years now, to the day,
her lips formed the words, “I do”.
I could not have predicted, ever foreseen,
a love that could withstand and hold true.

With promise to love and promise to care,
together, we walked into tomorrow.
Holding hands, letting go and grabbing again
continues to keep at bay, all sorrows.

With her at my side, this half is now whole;
a perfect completion, bodies now one.
A love more radiant could never be seen
by staring into the rising, nor setting sun.

God, in the heavens, I thank you, I do
for the angel, of whom I had wed.
You sent her to a man who was giving up
and, on love, felt all chances were dead.

On the night that we celebrate the clocks turning hands,
chiming fourteen years since the wedding kiss,
I celebrate love and the time spent with her
and the matrimonial, harmonious bliss.


(We recently celebrated our 15th - How time flies)


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Good, Now Gone Bad

Behind the door, I know she’s there
She’s waiting silently and ever still
But, I can hear her breathing hard
To not open the door, takes some will

I am weak and I want her bad
She’s my desire, my heart she robbed
So I will enter, yes, I will
Damn door’s locked, I can’t turn the knob

Oh damn, she’s up, the moment’s lost
She had to come and turn the key
Then I entered with yet high hopes
But she assured, there’s none for me

So I then sulked and left the room
Sat in the dark with just my gloom


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Rose

I make you now a gesture
With love for you, a token
I give to you a single rose
With whispered words now spoken

I love you, darling, please now know
As this rose then serves to say
I wish to give the entire world
As my love is on display

Please take this to your bosom, 
Place it gently, keep it still
For love I give is fragile darling
But yet, it’s iron willed

On days when you don’t see me
As thoughts then come to mind
The love I have for you my dear
Is the rose, set to remind


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Distraction

Distract me with your loving hands
Steel from me that desiring glance
Please share with me erotic dance
I want you even more

I need to have you here this night
Please satisfy my lover’s plight
You are my only one true delight
I know that, yes for sure


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They Won't Forget

She was from one side of the ocean
Where the people were busy
Hustling, bustling
Busy, was she

He was from the other side of the ocean
Where life was a bit slower
Moseying along
Slower, was he

It was in a metropolis they both had worked
Employed by the same company, same payer
He dreamed of climbing the ladder to success
She dreamed of the knights from her prayers

It was a corporate event, all were gussied up
Dancing, mayhem, the gossip, even the frill
He was bored with the same old same old
She was taken by someone in for the kill

He left the scene quickly headed for the door
She was cornered by one, for whom she had no eye
He headed for a bar across the street with friends
She was thankful a friend had pulled her bye bye

It was at the bar he noticed her presence
She, too, noticed him, giving him the eye
He said to the barkeep, “drinks, for all here”
She knew she had to meet him, lest she’d die

He, slowly, but assured, walked toward her
She pretended not to see and turned away
He said, “Hello, how are you this evening?”
That was all he ever had to say.

They talked for hours, shot the breeze
Had more drinks, then made some plans
He called a car for her, to get home safe
They kissed a little and held hands

It was a night he will remember
It was a night she’d never forget
They are grateful, now they’re married
That was the night that they had met


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Response

My heart, it quakes with pure desire
When in the air, resonates her voice
To be with her, just at that moment
Is my true wish, with my own choice
Her voice, a sound of earthly angels
That tickles the very core of my soul
Enters my mind, staying in my heart
She is the half that makes me whole
In her whispers, her sultry speeches
Speaking to me, she makes me hers
I melt at each, every word spoken
To her ears, I respond with a purr


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Love, Long Ago

When wintertime chills the nighttime air
and fireplaces, like candles, glow,
it is your hearth, I long to lay with you by
and reflect on days of long ago.

We were young and frolicked the days away.
We had no thoughts except for the now,
but those days had traveled on so fast
and we lost sight of those days somehow.

We enjoyed those times, those carefree days.
We threw it all to the wind for a chance.
The love we shared was beautiful then,
far greater than any other romance.

Here, in the shadows of the hearth glow,
though time had stolen our days,
age has been kind to you my sweet
and changed our love in so many ways.

Now, when I hold you, a tear I shed
knowing you’ve given your life to me.
Though, beauty surrounds us each and every day
it is only you that I will continue to see.

Those young ones that don’t know what true love can be,
like talking or just holding hands,
will never attain the love that we’ve  shared
and will never appreciate the dance.

That dance, when we first locked in our gaze,
and together, learned to move as one.
Dances like that are left to the past
and for the rest of the world, they’re gone.

Here, as the light of the fire surrounds
with the music that’s played in our hearts,
I still see the young girl I met long ago
and see forever with no endings, just starts.