Best Quart Poems
A BRIDGE OVER THE RIVER QUIET
‘Tis the infancy of yet another day
And I hear it crying for its bottle now
But I know the sun is no child anyway
It can be a sadistic son and it will teach you how
I live under a tunnel on the highway’s right
Yet wrong I may ever be
I found an old mattress the other night
so discomfort doesn’t bother me
Today yesterday is but an artifact
An ancient find to hunters of the past
But it seems the sun and Satan have some sort of pact
Alas, whatever it is will probably hold fast
I’m lucky enough to live with my lover
She’s agreed to live free along with me
And often when it rains we needn’t run for cover
The umbrella is our love to be
The term “shelter” means different things to different people I know
Shelter to some might mean a mansion in France
To people like me and my lover “shelter” means just somewhere else to go
Moved by an emphatic embrace and the lives we each enhance
To us rain, cold or snow doesn’t mean we get up and go
It’s the tortuous sun we know will eventually come
So we weather the weather knowing all we need to know
For my lover and I may be homeless but neither of us is dumb
Now let’s get back to the infant son and the fear of it’s adolescence
Because as we know children can often be rambunctious and rude
In the heat of mid-day we suffer an adult son’s insolence
And being fully grown it only treats us kindly when its in the mood
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My life revolves around
Heart breaks, Long goodbyes
And way to many sleepless nights
My heart breaks
Every time I take a breath
And I’m still standing here alone
My hands shake
Every time you turn away
And I am forced to let you go
My mind keeps
Me from drifting off to sleep
Just by picturing you here next to me
There once was a time when that car wasn't mine.
And as far as I was concerned that was just fine.
But then I grew up and I wanted to drive.
And that first weekend made me feel so alive.
A 66 Chevy Impala, four door.
By a young man's standard's, it was something to adore.
But the engine leaked oil.
But my fun it wouldn't spoil.
13 quarts, she did drink those two days.
I know you would think that my heart would just sink.
But my Dad fixed her up in a blink.
An oil sending unit was what she did need.
To stop the incessant oil drinking greed.
I made some nice memories in that splendid car.
Just driving round town, didn't have to go far.
I sold her for just as much as I paid.
That car did me right, to just get betrayed.
We were so strong right from the start
We gave each other a true heart
We planned and conspired what the future would hold
We were joyous to watch it all unfold
You were mine and I was yours
Your love for me deep to the core
We were a family of a sort
You, me and little quart
My love I gave, to you both
Along with my undying oath
Holding her on my lap
How I loved to hear her laugh
For a time I watched her grow
What my heart holds you will not know
somehow having a child
in a city kept you desperate,
made you accept drinking
as a way of life.
the chain smoking
the waitress job
that gin mill
the office job.
belonging is another
form of punishment.
beaten by men
by odds,
you never loved yourself enough.
the rest was hot coffee
on a cold night,with the kind of love
that puts muzzles on dogs.