Newest Quatrain Poems (302)

LOOK ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO CLAIM TO BE A POET I AM HERE TO TELL YOU WHAT REAL POETRY IS--REAL POETRY IS THE SOUL OF A LADY THAT CAN MAKE A WEARY MAN DO WHAT HE MUST---REAL POETRY IS A LADY WHO CAN MAKE ME SMILE DESPITE THE FACT THAT IT HURTS ME PHYSICALLY TO DO SO---POETRY IS THIS LADY'S LAUGHTER----BUT MOST OF ALL POETRY IS THE SUNDAY SHE WAS BORN IN A SILENT WARD WHEN HER PARENTS SHOULD HAVE NAMED HER "JOY" BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT SHE IS TO ME AND TO ANY OF YOU WHO DEEM YOURSELVES POETS, SHE IS POETRY---"JOY" I KNOW YOU DESERVE SO MUCH MORE THAN THIS MEAGER OFFERING BUT MY WORDS ARE ALL I HAVE TO GIFT YOU WITH, OH AND A BOTTLE OF RAGGAE CHAMPAGNE BECAUSE YOU INTOXICATE ME SIMPLY BY BEING YOU-------
SHE IS STRONG AND I AM ALWAYS WRONG

How much can you forgive?
Can you forgive the way I live?
Can you overlook the multitude of mistakes I make?
And can you teach me to give more than I take?

I heard all about the horrors of your past
With a deep love until death made it one that wasn’t meant to last
For he left you when he was far too young
Which dashed all the dreams to which you both clung

You lost your soul mate and that makes me weep
And it seems the seeds you sow create sorrow no one wants to reap
As I imagine people say “that’s awful, but life must go on”
But they don’t know a life that has been bitter since he’s been gone

And so you seek and so you roam
And so you do what you must and then come home
Where you curse the silence of the living room where you and he would speak
As the lack of his lilting voice now hushed must leave you weak

I know were I you I’d probably pray to die
And need you beg to ask me why?
Your soul mate left and took with him your holy soul
And I can envision your heart that bears a canyon deep hole

An emptiness that may never be filled
And loneliness that sadly may forever be willed
Oh wouldst that I could fill that darkened hole
And urge whispers of wonder wouldst be my goal

I’d like nothing more than to share time of smiles with you
but we both know that scream and cry is what you’d rather do
and I’d also like nothing more than to grant you glee
so again I ask you, how much can you forgive of me?
© 2011.…PHEEEPOETREE ~free cee!~
BELIEVE ME ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO THINK YOURSELVES POETS THIS DOESN'T DO "JOY" JUSTICE---I LIKE LIKING YOU GIRL! YOU ARE UNMITIGATED BEAUTY!
WITH ALL THE ADORATION I CAN SUMMON I SAY
THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU AND
THANK YOU FOR MAKING MIDNIGHT DARKNESS BRIGHT!
FONDLY--YOUR free!~

ONE BREATH OF KNOWLEDGE

Baby tell me everything I need to know in one single breath
Describe to me having phun, having plans and having a child
Tell me in one long deep breath all about life and death
And how I should live with ease and stop living in the wild

In one solitary breath tell me to leave the forest for some tiny town
With one breath tell me precisely what it is I need to do
In one breath tell me to stop running around and to cool it and calm down
Take one oxygen granting breath and tell me all about the beauty of you

Simply lay down beside me and with only one breath begin to speak
Instruct me in what I need to finally and at last succeed
In one and only one breath teach me how to help the lame and the weak
Please baby, as naked as you are reveal all the meager things I really need

Don’t take another breath as you proscribe the way I should live
Tell me whether I’ll live or die if I don’t settle down somewhere
Describe to me the feeling if I stopped taking and learned how to give
Baby, in one soulful breath make everything I need to know crystalline clear
© 2011.…PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

For Glory, who is more than I‘ll ever be, yet brings the best out in me….
NO MORE DADDY’S HANDS

Daddy has his demands
Especially at night
And oh the size of his great big hands
Yet Daddy was deemed delight

But it hurts me when the darkness rules
And onto my bed climbs pain and humiliation
It did no good to claim him king of fools
Because he had a need to fuel his fascination

"No daddy" I’d beg with blood in my voice
And a plea that would go unheard
As for a little girl i wasn’t offered a choice
And mommy wouldn’t have believed one solitary word

There were no words to ease my pain
While I imagined visiting foreign lands
I’d close my eyes as part of my soul was slain
“Oh no,” I’d silently plead, “no more daddy’s hands”
© 2011...Phreepoetreee ~free cee!~

AL DE LA MY LOVE


You and I had everything calculated and planned
We were just following fate and its every command
Two souls were going to find forever in an unexpected land
And neither of us would dare to defy destiny’s demand

We were supposed to last a lifetime together no matter what
That was this man and his lady’s predetermined plot
No one could rattle our teacups or shake up the place
Not as long as two lovers had the other’s embrace

I recall adding and subtracting and then reaching a perfect sum
We were sitting on a settee having biscuits and sharing one glass of rum
We shared everything including time, smiles and each other’s past
But simply because a person says “forever” doesn’t mean it will last

Because you hit a rocky road and a curve at too great a speed
You died and I didn’t believe death could be so easily decreed
We were acting in haste while all the time we thought, devised and planned and sadly together we will never find that forever’s clandestine land
© 2011.….~ Phreepoetry….free cee!~

ALIBIES AND ALIASES

I’ve been a whore, a bore, a thief and a brute
Of that there seems to be little dispute
I’ve been lost at a cost and found upon the ground
And there’s very little argument to where I am bound

I’ve done things a real man ain’t supposed to do
I’ve been a liar, a letch, a con-man and a wretch too
I’ve stolen with only one goal in mind
While I’ve been unfaithful and unilaterally unkind

I’ve gotten anything that felt good enough to get
But I couldn’t be righteous, not even on a bet
I’ve been a soul out of control and out of good luck
Because I never gave a damn and surely never gave a fu*k

I never gave a f*ck about who I’d f*ck next
And as for a library of falsehoods I composed the text
I’ve been a whore, a bore and a brute for sure
And for what ails me there surely ain’t no cure
©2011.…~free cee!~PHREEPOETREE

A STAR LOST LOVER

Swear I to you the following be true
Just like a year there are many seasons
Well if the truth be made known to you
I love you for a litany of reasons

The way you would play little game
Perhaps just to keep me on my toes
The very first time I saw you I would know thy name
And no matter what I dubbed thee “Rose”

For none so grand as red amongst green
And a bud which was made to bloom for fame
I beheld you Rose but would not disturb the scene
Because you are glorious and I would not chance the blame

I’ve never held your hand because fate is fickle indeed
nor have I ever been wrapped by the warmth and comfort of you
For thee my royal Rose I would weep and/or bleed
And as all star crossed lovers I’d do that which they are forced to do

I’d stand afar yet observe and grin at your grace
With your loveliness and the graceful way you grow upon the vine
I wouldst feel blessed were I to place a smile on your face
And believe me Rose, I weep because you’ll never be mine
© 2011...Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

DID YOU SNOW THAT BEFORE
That’s how it goes
The rain bounces off the concrete
And then some days it snows
When it’s difficult to lift one’s feet

Now imagine you have to get somewhere
A place where peace is found and personified
It doesn’t matter how far a trip you must bear
While thirteen inches of snow is by which your trip is defied

Now I’m talking about a place of perfect peace residing there
But hanging in a closet six miles away is your armor for protection
A place where few people would go from force or out of fear
But then you envision a shooting gallery where relaxation is found with every calming injection

Whilst outside a tenement window a teenager views the snow
And he never need wonder why he ends up there within
He hears the soothing sigh of every shot and the sound of the wind to blow
While the teen knows that going to a damnable domain is a sacrilegious sin

Now that once young teenage boy has swiftly turned too old
Yet and still he treks anywhere a junkie goes
‘It doesn’t matter if it’s 99 degrees or a freezing and frigid cold
Let’s look at it this way, at least there ain’t no grass to mow
And Lord knows this is one junkie ain’t going to be hampered by two feet of snow
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SO-SIGH-A-TEA

Hey you masses and asses listen to what I have to say
I find your society despicable and it gets worse every day
I walk among you while being sickened by your ways
All the degenerates, despicable and even the gays

Well actually I don’t mind gays as long as they leave me alone
Because they do things a man like me want’s to remain unknown
Don’t tell me about the things they do and don’t say word one
And I’ll just let the perverted ones have their fu**ed up fun

Then there are the pin-striped three piece suits
With them I have varied and sundry disputes
They pawn off their wares to the foolish and dumb
While I await the day they all burst into the flames sure to come

Now please, I beg of you, don’t get me started
Because I refuse to discuss the hardened hearted
So let them go to Sacks Fifth Avenue to buy a fancy thread
As I sit at home wishing all of these people dead
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

J.D.S.

I am a reckless recluse
But I have an excuse
Society is un-sanctimonious
When I only want to hear the harmonious

I am hiding away
Awaiting a day
When people pledge peace
And nationalism will finally cease

I won’t let people find me
Not even if they’re behind me
Because I’d rather live alone
Than to live in a world I bemoan

Don’t look or search for me anywhere
Please beg do I not ever to dare
From your society I care to be exempt
Because I am a recluses content with contempt
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

WHERE THEY KEEP THE MULTI-COLORED PILLS OF PEACE

I want to do something I’ve never done before
perhaps i'll hallenge the English Channel shore
I yearn to see a new lovely’s body with her clothes upon my floor
And I certainly don’t want to blow up any babies or participate in a war

I want to do something I’ve always wanted to do
maybe climb in a cage with two hungry lions at the zoo….
The last thing I want is to become Jesus Christ’s whore
And I reiterate that I don’t want to participate in a war

I’d like enough time and patience to watch a flower from seed to grow
And oddly enough I don’t care to know everything I should know
Life Is a more thrilling ride if you ain’t brilliant enough to offer anyone any advise
And I’d like to do something that could end my life to be concise

So here sit I on a chair thinking about what I’d do I’ve never before done
And needless to say, if I would never participate in a war I have no need for a gun
My hunger is salivating to do something new that I never chose to be done
Oh yes, I’d like to be secreted away in a closed and completely empty drug store
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~