Quatrain Journey Poems

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With a loving heart,
filled with peace and harmony
In the afterbirth new life emerges
An eternal optimist in Spite of living

Starlight sparkles in this globe softly glistens
Everything seems to be perfectly normal
Gentle spirit refines where the thought is good
Dream you shine a warm sunbeam gift

We live for truth and justice sake
The numbered days and duration of happy feelings
A glimpses of human life takes shape
Golden delicious fruit of Eden

Happiness can not be conquered, 
it must be openly received
A sun melting inside warm thoughts
Staring across the horizon clouds pearl white

My desires, my needs, my happiness
As fallen people with meaningless deeds
Dreamy cotton skies echo into one song
The ability to grasp facts of nature around us

Faraway mountains sailing yearns
Over the hills a warm thought in breeze blows 
Starlight twinkles in the eyes of a dream 
Coasting along on a deep blue sea wave kiss

Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  25.08.2015 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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We all leave footprints
where ever we go
some are easily seen
some barely show
With the passage of time
some will fade away
while others will last
until your dying day
They show the wear on your shoes
and how heavy your load
where you've come from
and the direction you go
You cannot choose
where your path begins
and have little control
over how it will end
What matters most
is the choices you make
how far you travel
and the road you take
Whether they last forever
or quickly fade
that others are better
for the footprints you made

Copyright © Joseph Lyson | Year Posted 2017

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Miles in a coaster, a day and hours elapsed, 
Felt the utmost relief when the whirling wheels halted; 
So weary and dizzy, even a smile seemed so hideous 
But an in peace slumber I desperately craved for;  	

Eyes wide-opened at the chirping of euphonious birds, 
Stirred myself with hankering for the glimpse of exquisite village,  
But still a dawn blanketed in frosty mist, sight diminished, 
I’d only steal the blurry scene of Tang valley; 

An hour after, when the glorious sun showed its perky visage,
Outside I stood relishing the splendor of the hamlet 
And savoring the icy breeze wafting underneath my nose
With succulent aroma from the Mother Nature;  

Amidst undulating hills and mountains down lay a quiet place,
So called Tang enclosed by rich vegetation and iridescent river
That embellishes the heavenly place superfluously picturesque,
Enticing all man into the blissful homeland of Tang Valley; 
Houses clustered and down beneath the farmyard, 
Divine school stands with its pride upheld 
And hallowed veneration anyone would esteem,
It is so-called Tang Central School elevated of late; 

Established in 1965, primary to middle since last year, 
Now shines the school proud and gratified of its new recognition
As the central school bestowed with prerogatives and autonomy, 
And concurringly, rejoicing its Golden Jubilee in eons;  

Postures upright like inert figurines in a park, 
Crescendo of unripe singsong voices spring at eight and thirty, 
Crooning the sincere words of praise and homage to Tsa-Wa-Sum 
That infuses the all hearts with never like joie de vivre;   

A trickle of erudite whizzes and astute greenhorns
Gathered deep delved into a bond of kinship with no antipathy, 	
But an unremitting fondness amongst solicitous brethren- 
A purveyor of ecstasy as its depiction I call for the beautiful home. 

Copyright © Karma Dorji | Year Posted 2015

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She drifted on black starlit glass
beneath the full moon bright
captivated by the beauty of
the tranquil, lovely light
floating on the gentle waves
the stars kissed her goodnight
and rocked into her deepest dreams
she floated out of sight

By Morgan Mise
Written January 6, 2013

Copyright © Morgan Mise | Year Posted 2013

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Shield Love - Quatrain - A Collaboration

Embrace me In your soft tender arms.
Holding close within meek tenderness.
In close embrace I feel your soft charms,
I await the touch of your caress.

Shield me from life's hate,
On my knees Love's dying.
Do not hesitate,
From soft eyes tears crying.

Love's fights to survive,
As Love bleeds passion of forever.
Love must ever thrive
Let us now share our Love together.

Really all one desires now,
Knowing Loving you.
An essence of Love allow,
My heart ever true.

Queen of endless pleasure,
Holding you to the end.
My ultimate treasure,
Stay Lover and stay Friend.

In a flash of light,
As long as this world keeps on spinning.
You light up my night,
When sights of Love to my eyes dimming.

All I ask of you we stay strong,
Always sleeps one dream of endless beauty.
Ever In your light I belong,
To be within your heart Is my Love's duty.

Sings In your heart Love,
The song of Love's divinity.
We dwell high above,
In Love ever entwining.

A Collaboration by Liam Mcdaid & Michael Clarke.

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

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No tickee, no washee You pay as you go There are no free rides As everyone knows Yet some people try Their gol' darn best To beat the system Get ahead of the rest Like everyone else They must play by the rules Do they think we're all Just a bunch of old fools? To take advantage Of us trusting souls That way of thinking Is all full of holes Writing us off Would be quite premature We've still got the smarts And that is for sure We may appear stodgy And slow to react But years of experience Has taught us the knack Of dealing with shysters And disreputable felons These guys are operating With screwed up melons They'll get their comeuppance One day down the road When they meet their maker And have to unload And explain why they acted So poorly down here They won't have excuses For not playing fair Banished to purgatory And left there forever To never experience Heaven's glorious weather No tickee, no washie A familiar old refrain From the beginning of time The rules are the same Treat fellow beings With love and respect You'll get back in spades The admiration you expect © Jack Ellison 2013

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013

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A thought

Gary Bateman and Ingrid Krukenberg-Bateman
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
June 22, 2017 (Quatrain)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017

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Without faith, we can sink into great depths of despair  
unable to rise above our delicate fragile mortal frame
When the waves of life come crashing in we falter 
and give in to immeasurable weakness; 

Drowning in our sorrows we meet up with our doubts 
and give pain more power then we could afford...   
Through faith, we can shatter those false illusions and drop
to our knees in prayer asking for forgivness and restoration

Written by : Liam & Mystic 
God's warriors of old... 
September 6, 2017

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017

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 We etch out words in cyber space
 Which travel at the speed of light
 The thoughts we leave within this place
 Will journey through distant gigabytes

 And in some dusty village far
 Where cyberspace sparks desire
 Our words like twinkling distant stars
 Will be able to inspire

 So leave your words and let  them shine
 As it travels this digital universe
 And soon their gleam will be defined
 As inspiration they disperse

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017

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She's haunted by the what ifs,
The why's and what could have been,
She's haunted by mistakes she's made,
That shattered all her dreams.

If only she could reverse time 
And go a different way,
Maybe things would be different 
Sitting here today.

She knows her worries are futile,
We each have to follow Gods plan,
Lessons had to be learnt,
She had to play her hand.

She tries to live in the here and now,
Forgetting the pain and sorrow,
Enjoy each day as it is given 
And live with hope for tomorrow.

Copyright © Elizabeth Kinch | Year Posted 2017

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I fear most Church steeples are drowning in sin
And like Country Clubs, cater to folks acting part,
Way too holy for sinner, too blessed to be sick,
Always blaming the victim, God’s grace a lost art.

The rich are the only ones sure of God’s love!
Though it's faux pas, reflection might still do them good.
In the poorest of sinners who wishes you well,
God embraces true saint for he's done all he could!

The rich overconfident, poor in the dumps,
God gets lost in the shuffle of privilege and blame
But the judgment of others is sin for us all,
Being rich can’t buy Halo, the poor own no shame.

If I attend church then because it is grand
Tell me how do I know I’m not worshiping wealth?
God's Word taught to grow riches or enrich the heart?
Does disciple need palace's comforts for health?

Collecting vast wealth just to hoard is a sin!
How’d you come by your talents, if not gift from God?
Do you find the best way or trust God for a plan?
Those who wait on the Lord feel OK being odd!

To find the right church though is simple in fact -
Humble is the right track, “Son of God” the right train!
You were loved long before His creation began,
Only sick people welcome, "God’s Grace" Church refrain.

Long Tooth
May 13, 2017

Copyright © Roof Missing | Year Posted 2017

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The archer stood very still by the oceans edge
His target was a buoy, tossed far from his ledge

Aiming high against the sky he let his arrow go
Elements unforgiving bounced the buoy to and fro 

The archer through experience had adjusted aim
In account the wind and waves he aspired to tame

Although the arrow missed it's mark, it was quite close
Few could call that chosen path that he would diagnose

In life the ones who love you, can help form a plan
About the wind and waves, and where you might land

What you might encounter I don't pretend to know
But with a plan you just might land where you want to go!

Copyright © PAT Adams | Year Posted 2018

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Today I am about to embark on a journey
that I have waited for, for so long,
they say that this one is the safest ship
were nothing could ever go wrong.

As I stare down at the crowd, I think,
here I am, traveling on the R.M.S. Titanic,
this is the most exciting day of my life
and yet I feel a sense of anxiety and panic.

I calm myself by breathing in April's fresh air
and the sea's waves begin to roll and rock,
I close my eyes and feel the warm sunshine
as the ship finally departs from the dock.

Even though I'm not a first class passenger
I admire the grandeur of the White Star Line,
my few luxuries and the kindness shown to me
are enough to warm this heart of mine.

For Carolyn Devonshire's Past Lives Contest

I'm very interested in learning about the Titanic, but sometimes when I look at a
picture of the ship, I get this tremendous feeling of dread and fear. So much so,
that I cannot look at the photo any longer. I don't know where my fear of this
ship comes from. I have never been on a cruise or had any kind of traumatic
experience on a ship. Sometimes, I think that I may have been on the Titanic
in my past life. I don't know if I would have survived or not.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Caught in the whirl of the wind

Fought with the wilds of the west

As I looked for the light that has dimmed 

I reached out till my sight found my quest

Alas! Wretched am I who has sinned!

Thinking I’m better than best.

Humbling myself for your grace

Hoping this pain’s not in vain

With the tears of my shame on my face

I forsake all the fame I have gain’d

For the love and my savior’s embrace

Now, I will dance in the rain.

16 July 2015
Isaiah Zerbt's Quatrets

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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Isn't it wonderful when a comment can make you smile Especially about something you like so far from home Isn't it wonderful that this comment can take you miles This venturing adventure to allow ones heart to roam Isn't it wonderful when a smile greets you in arrivals Your name is called to you by someone you long to see Isn't it wonderful that out there, there's romantic survival Two souls drawn together, Church becomes their we Isn't it wonderful when chatting histories of their pasts Attracts them even closer allowing their hearts to touch Isn't it wonderful that knowing their days are going to last Sharing a closeness loving bond, in every day they clutch Isn't it wonderful as I look back at the scenes I've shared So memorable was this vacation that it's only just the start Isn't it wonderful that through a comment loves declared Two souls drawn together sharing each others hearts .

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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We will cherish these moments
Because they are few,
But please always remember
I will always love you.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Ruffling gold blooms and leaves, hue dimmed by time
A gilded frame holding a slice of life’s history
I’m drawn into the younger man, the vision sublime
Sailing stolidly upstream towards his destiny

A castle in the sky, all ether and phantasm
Drawing him nigh with its ivory flirtation
The possible reap of his boundless enthusiasm
Limited only by blossoming imagination

As he departs, I do wish to share my blessing of age
Hard-won patience and placid perspective
If only to inform him, to act as his sage…
But would it deter him from his futile objective?

A glance as he navigates, back to the angel he calls
Warm reassurance for his doubting mind
Far behind the angel, a modest castle's solid walls
Little does he know, the home he will find

Vainglorious dreams bathe in youthful euphoria
With volcanic demands upon fate and destiny
Unpretentious walls’ comfort to replace phantasmagoria
Brash strivings supplanted by consistent humility

I envy him not, his naive, headstrong trouble
Through pitched battles, my dream castle faded away
So lovely, yet impossible to heal the burst bubble
Such ethereal visions life's truth did betray

For Contest:Within a Gilded Frame
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Inspired by "The Voyage of Life--Youth" One of a series by Thomas Cole.

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

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Walking through the orchard 
Amongst so many trees
Fruit lay on the ground rotting
The trees had a strange disease

They were lost in their apathy
No longer fruitful anymore
Sheltered in a land of beauty
On the Okanagan shore

The birds sang soft and sadly
A strange poetic song
Flying together in arcs
All they wanted was to belong

In search of warmth and protection
They landed on branches reaching high
A transplanted tree from Jamaica
Majestically framed by the sky

Uprooted from the island
Oh so many years ago
With branches reaching outward
His leaves had a golden glow

I sat beneath his branches
So his story he could tell
Into my outstretched palm
A perfectly formed apple fell

As I bit into the fruit
I could hear his voice so clear
A different kind of listening
I heard him whisper in my ear

"Within my laughter there is magic
Yet I am serious at my core
Let me help you find your wisdom
A wooden key unlocks the door

I have traveled many places
Felt the sand beneath my feet
I have known the joy of victory
Yet I have learned more from defeat

The things I thought so important
Slipped from my clutching hands
As I chased after foolishness
In a world filled with demands

Not connected to my quiet
That silent outcry of my soul
My branches stripped of everything
As I played my worldly role

Once true to myself I found freedom
In a city perched by a lake
Lush branches fully outstretched
I now give instead of take

Not born to be a conquerer
Love is my soulful call
Rooted within my spirit
Available to one and all

I bring you peace from my island
See how less can be so much more
Come have a taste of freedom
Beneath my branches on this shore!

Inspired by and dedicated to Rawle James.
Rawle is the founder of the "Inspired Word Cafe".

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

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Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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The wheel of life keeps turning every day
Birth, life and then the subsequent decay
All living things must return whence they came
The pattern always remaining the same

All living things start life's journey at birth
Become adult through the process of growth
They then participate in reproduction
Thus creating the next generation

Life then continues daily in this world
Until old age and illness take their toll
Lastly, all must face death's reality
That brings a final end to life's journey

The wheel goes through a full revolution
With each and every new generation
Whatever is alive will someday die
This will surely happen as time goes by

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2014

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From the spoils and tragedies of childhood,
panning virtues out of dispositions.
Impaling self upon the spears of truth,
cuts chains of substances and delusions.

Upon mercy’s door, the forgiving heart,
handles Love with gratitude and prudence.
Walking the gallows when bound to depart,
no more illusions when choosing masters.

Respect no longer collecting trophies,
Wars and peace only with integrity.
Essence lives in speech without utterance,
Pride under shovelfuls of honesty.

Closing the chapters when life deems it so.
Strong days testing the brave to deliver,
even when to the ones loved, it is no.
Broken but still, in those times forsaken.

An ear towards the counsel of the wise.
Wooed by the songs of a revolution,
prunes the soul of what is left, harnessed fears,
in diaries of this evolution.

Contest: The TRUE Meaning of Being Adult
Sponsor: FJ Thomas

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015

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Give it a go, try something new
This tale told in simple verse, view
 Compare its rhythm, rhyme and flow 
Try something new…give it a go

Gone fishing, the sign did say
On that blustery summer’s day
We stood; we waited, still wishing…
The sign did say, gone fishing

The drive was long, the car was stuffy
Eighty miles to visit Muffy
To find him gone seemed so wrong
The car was stuffy, the drive was long

So the kids cried, they were very tired
The surprise visit, uninspired
Back in the car, the kids were plied 
They were very tired, so the kids cried 

Crying children, sighing parents
A long drive home; undercurrents 
Of Frustration; all chasten
Sighing parents, crying children

There just may be a moral here
When visiting, both far and near
Call to see if your host is free
A moral here … there just may be

Copyright © Huberta van Akkeren | Year Posted 2014

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~~ I struggle always with my memories, The long ago past is forever lurking; In a moment I am whispered back, And the pages of my life are fluttering. Fluttering in the misty winds of time, To where the joyful and painful burn; O but this is the key to who I am, And each memory has its own turn. Turn back the pages of my journey, I am a little girl playing and dreaming; O but to stay frozen in this memory, And to not ever know the pain of weeping. Weeping has always been my companion, I so often stand in a place of sorrows; Past the ornate gate and winding road, And the past shall haunt all my tomorrows. ______________________ August 16, 2014 Quatrain Submitted to the contest, Any Poem #8, sponsor, Skat Third Place Submitted to the contest, Where Frozen Embers Burn, sponsor Gail Doyle 8th place (the contest was deleted so lost my win rating)

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2014

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         Time is resolutely in motion
       In no captivity or subjugation

Let not the caravan of life halt
Love is a journey not a destination

Winner in Contest "Four, For, Fore" Light & Love
of Debbie Guzzi judged on 11/22/2012


Copyright © Mohammad Yamin | Year Posted 2012

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I knew I was good at opening doors,
To blossom their thoughts and ignite.
Everyone had their own little glittering globe, 
My job was to make them shine bright.
The interview went great in the London office, 
When I talked the talk that I walk.
The panel embraced my every word, 
A maths teacher that knew how to chalk.

The next job interview was over the phone,
The principal needed me to teach Japan.
“Japanese? Hell yeah”, then I’d change it to French,
A year of languages? Yep, I was the man.
And then the call to the next principal,
An Aussie, renovating his foyer.
Six years of a one year trial maths job,
To the kids I was the mathematic destroyer.

And now a call from the state’s executive,
Starting next term with our indigenous youth.
“Teach and inspire, excite and succeed”, 
I’m to teach the mathematical truth.
I’m a teacher of teens, I teach every day,
To be reasonable, rational and logical.
So when they’re grown up and out and about,
They’ll wisely “out think” any obstacle.

Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016

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How big is this great universe?
How far do the stars traverse?
Let us think in terms of sunbeams’
Travel-time on the photon streams.

Beams seen from Pluto at night
Take five-and-a-half-hours at the speed of light.
Just think of crossing the Milky Way
In a rate-per-second of one-eighty-six K,

Would take thousands of years to span
This misty nebulae admired by man.
But it’s a mere fraction of size,
Galaxies seen in distant skies.

From our perspective down here on earth
Of the universe and its unknown girth,
Infinitely larger than it appears—
To cross it would take millions of years!

How can we, God’s created, keep pace,
With the enormity of trackless space?
Overwhelmed by its massive magnitude,
We simply savor it with awe-filled gratitude.

Writers and poets take special delight
In capturing these dazzling scenes at night
Transfixed with keyboard, or hand-held pen,
Mesmerized by galactic adrenalin.

Copyright © James Tate | Year Posted 2011