Tag Archives: quatrain poetry

SOMETHING ELSE!

HE NEEDS….a break from the women,

His eyes and head are swimming…

Maybe some quatrain

Will help him be sane,

Or maybe just go in swimming

(Not on the clock!).

J.E.C.

THAT TIME AGAIN!

THAT TIME AGAIN

Time for the birds and bees

Becoming active again…

Amidst the flowers and trees

And pollen in the wind.

I understand the birds

But the bees are not direct….

A hive of female worker bees

Lugging pollen, I suspect.

The symbolism of honey

I’ll leave well enough alone…

Adults may think it rummy

If we expose it outside of the home!

Jelly and honey and candy

All have their uses…

To describe love-making,

But I’ll stay out of those nooses.

A roving eye is on alert high

As layers are gradually shed…

Although inside, a watchful eye

Is never really dead.

–Jonathan Caswell

WITH ARMS OPENED WIDE, by Carl Gooch

WITH ARMS OPENED WIDE

With arms opened wide

You came to save me…

Love you did not hide

But freely gave to me.

Into this world you came

For a sinner such as I…

I was filled with sin’s stain

But for my sin you died.

You came into my night

Bringing love and mercy…

You made everything right

And gave new life to me!

With arms opened wide,

You came to save me…

Lord, you didn’t hide

But freely gave to me.

There is no way I can repay

What you did for me…

For all my sins’ price you paid,

Being nailed to that tree.

–Carl A. Gooch ~ 11 March 2014

TO WHOM I PRAY…by Carl A. Gooch

TO WHOM I PRAY

He showed His love for me,

He took my place upon the tree…

From sin I’ve been set free,

Christ paid Sin’s price for me!

What wondrous love was shown

When He called me to be His own,

I will kneel before His throne…

Knowing my life is not my own!

He is the promise of God from of old

That I proclaim loud and bold…

The grip of death couldn’t hold,

He arose from that tomb so cold!

No fear can hold me back today

For my Lord leads the way,

His loving promises light my…

He is my Savior, to whom I pray!

Carl A. Gooch ~ 18 February 2014

(Transcribed…with a little editing…by Jonathan Caswell)