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A Quatrain Just For You!

I wrote this Quatrain just for you

I wrote a quatrain just for you to make you smile with words a'few but must we follow rules and such or can we write without that crutch. Pen in hand refreshed anew I wrote a quatrain just for you. And so it goes when creative thought must pull from space a worthy plot. I ponder how the rules of rhyme must be in place from time to time. I wrote a quatrain just for you because such rules provide the glue. I thank you for t...

A Tear Gave Me Away!

I knew men at war who carried poems written from home. This could have been one.

You asked me daddy to play it brave when you left for the war that day. I'm sorry but when I started to wave, an itty bitty tear gave me away. I tried to recover and wipe it away as you walked toward the plane. I tried really hard but what can I say my trembling lips gave me away. I stilled my lips and wiped my eyes but when you turned and waved to me, my body betrayed my brave disguise as everyone noticed my wobbly knee....

Guard Your Love. Protect It!!!

A subtle third party can drive a wedge slowly but surely breaking two lovers apart.

Deceit disguised as honest loveCan be the bow to breakA once sound bond sealed aboveAnd cause one's heart to ache.To claim that a woman’s heart is grandEnough to love multi menIs fantasy, a house built on sandAnd it will come crashing down, it’s just a matter of when.The other man’s words behind the backIn private carves out its piece of heartSlowly destroys and hack by hackWill chop two lovers apart.Piece by piece the ho...

Harness The Wind

The woman I love is like the wind. She calls me smoke because I give her substance.

Mysterious, powerful, relaxing, adjectives describing the wind. It’s everywhere and nowhere. So perplexing! It’s will, no man dare rescind. It refreshes more than sun or seas when it chooses to wear its outer breeze. Just as quickly it dons its wrapping glove, enveloping all with winds of love. It has neither shape nor substance true. But when it chooses to blow on you, refreshment comes as morning dew and dries your brow...

Happiness

A boy queries his father about the way to happiness

“What makes happiness?”The boy queried his dad.“What is the recipeto be happy not sad?”“The internal feeling that happiness bringsis hard to define with mere words.It's better defined through happening thingsthat affect us and strike happy chords.”“I still don’t get it.”the boy pondered aloud.“What sort of thingsremove this dark cloud?”“A warm family bond that brings feelings of love,special people who always make us smil...