Newest Quatrain Poems (302)

DIS HERE ONES FER YOU KID!

It intrigues me how people so easily can change their mind
people change misplaced anger into something suddenly kind
What the lady had said wasn’t proper nor was it called for
And no one ever wanted to put a woman in her place more

The lady seems candy type sweet but she can be lemon type tart
And then something or other dictates a dictum her heart
It must be, I imagine, that perhaps they misjudged me in the first place
And suddenly contrition turns them from gabardine into lace

Now I’m talking to you who didn’t have a right to insult me
But you got so angry over something I just couldn’t see
I was in a quandary with a query as to why you had done what you’d done
It was as if I were standing in front of you holding an Uzi machine gun

But now you’ve righted things as far as I’m concerned
Yet I don’t know if you were taught or if you really learned
You treated me as a lowly cockroach scurrying away from the light
Still I will live in hope you realize that what you did simply wasn’t right
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THERE AIN’T NO SCO NO MO

I recall when we first sang that f****ing song
And danced from twilight until the sun
As for me we couldn’t have danced too long
As I freely floated and you sensually spun

You sang lead and I the backup harmony
A symphony composed by only you and me
The theme was a sonata meant to be
And so I thrilled to my dancer’s decree

“hold me closer and tighter my dear”
Those were the lyrics I penned for you
“let thy words draw me ever near”
And thus the melody did what only it could do

When I scribed those words they seemed so real
And “eternal” was a concept I suddenly understood
But by the orchestration was I taught how to feel
As destiny and perpetuity have done all they could
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Now due to you I can no longer sing that song
Nor can I listen to it any more
The rhythm’s off and the lyrics are wrong
Since I wrote the words but you ruined the score
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AT LEAST SAID THE BEAST

Doesn’t death frighten you at all?
Well please allow me to enlighten you all
Death can be frightening to a lowly monkey
BUT one cannot fear death when one is a junkie

every time you score some dope from someone you don’t know
It could mean wonder or it could mean woe
A lot of people put shit in quality dope and don’t give a damn about you
So what, you were allergic to whatever he sold, that’s what people like him do

I mean if you’re going to score some dope and you don’t know the source
You can roll the dice or alter a well considered course
Because if his baby needs diapers and they all need food
Now see, that’s when life becomes lasciviously lewd

You can’t hit the street asking strangers for dope
One could be a pervert the other a sick-o who’ll hang you with a rope
So I’m telling you that it takes being illicitly brave to survive
And I don’t give a shit about the others, at least I’m still alive
© 2011...Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

I WILL NOT, I CANNNOT

She lost most of her hair and lay still in her bed
An oxygen tank is her constant company
She smiles in the face of dreariness and dread
And sadly she’s breathing by brevity’s decree

Hers is a matter grave in consequence, nature and ways
It’s a sorrowful situation as the light dies in her eyes
Her condition has created dreadfully dreary days
Yet she spurts words of wisdom from a mind still so wise

Her arms but bones, her leg akin to a stick
Her body is rotting both outside and in
How sad it is to view beauty so perilously sick
And her condition proves EVEN YOUR GOD CAN SIN!

Personally I can’t visit her because too large is my heart
I can’t face the signs that she’s headed so soon for Heaven’
Aged is her body but quick is a mind that knows she’s soon to depart
And the greatest sin of all is that she is only eleven
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ALL TOO SOON I’LL FORGET YOUR NAME

Has anyone heard from the woman of words and winsome ways?
I haven’t heard from or about her for days
She’s the one who made six in the morning not seem too rough
And climbing out of bed didn’t seem quite as tough

Has anyone spoken to the lady who made me smile although it hurt?
She’s the one that made my personality seem not so curt
When we conversed it was as if a bird was home resting in his nest
And each of us was each other’s guest

Has anyone laid eyes on a lady who glows in the dark like the moon?
And makes the end of every evening sadly come too soon
It’s strange but not hearing from her is like a cup without some tea
And the only thing I’m petrified of is she might not give a damn about me

Has anyone read the words this woman spouts out with delight
Making the darkest of subjects suddenly seem bright
I know she’s very far from me but her writing was enough for me
And now six a.m. is tougher than it ever seemed to be
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

OH SURE, THAT’S EASY FOR YOU TO SAY

They want to hear you say the word “yes”
And yes, oftentimes it’s best to confess
Admit your guilt and let the punishment fit the crime
Simply sit in a cell doing nothing but doing your time

Sometimes they’ll find out the truth in any event
And when they said “liar” you wondered what that meant
It means you told a falsehood with repercussions severe
And I’m telling you, being compliant is the only way out of here

Ain’t no riot going to open the cell lock for you
Ain’t no threat going to stop them from doing what they do
Tell them you won’t eat until you get a new trial
And they’ll let you starve to death due to denial

More often then not it’s best for the truth to be known
They don’t care how loudly you moan and groan
I’ve been here long enough to know it’s best to behave
But shit, I don’t care what’s best, I’ll lie and swear on my mother’s grave
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
AUTHOR’S NOTE: There is no grave, she was cremated

stop a mambo step..
a harsh salsa..
pale in regae ...

RETURN TO TENDER

I wrote my lover a letter saying I wish you were here
I’m as lonely as a dove whose mate just died
In that letter I made my need for her amply clear
And I would let her know when all my tears finally have dried

Being alone like this banishes me to the limit of poisonous pain
Caught in a trap with no one to speak with or to
I’m consumed by damnation, disaster and disdain
While it’s really not easy to do that which I must do

Wishing she were here with me is absolutely futile
As I fuss and fight with Satan from far below
And not seeing her standing before me is brutal
It brutalizes and bruises me from head to toe

I wrote my lover a letter saying “my dear, I miss you so”
And if God knows what I should do please, I pray tell
If she ever get to read those words I will never know
Because there is no “Receipt return requested in hell”
© 2010.…….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

A UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING

I am taking pictures off the wall
Then taking them to the flame
I am burning each and all
Food for a fire fueled by blame

Snapshots that still had the sweet aroma of your perfume
Here are the figures and figurines that once posed the query, “Can love get any better than this?
Figures and images we hung in the front room
And a thousand scenes of me giving you a kindling kiss

I never let things go but fought over so many paltry things
It’s easier burning photos than the memory of the night she took my name
A night of an angel in white and a man in black and tails trading rings
Further food for a fire fueled by shame

I’ll have to spackle those holes and heal them quite well
But I am incapable of healing what which has been done is done
I’ve a legion of sins and there’s so much more to tell
But what’s gone is gone so I’m burning pictures one by one

I will always remember when I first heard an angel’s song
Lyrics of love as two hearts were bound together by desire
But not even that angel could accept all that I’ve done wrong
Disregarding the deepest description of both desire and this fire

She knew I had to go as her face betrayed a frigid frown
It hadn’t been easy letting her down easy at all
I simply said “I’m saddling my horse Scout and leaving town”
And Scout is getting restless so I’ll stop taking pictures off the wall
© 2011.….Phreepoetree

I THOUGHT I HEARD THE WORD THIRD

I used to walk south to twenty-third and eighth then make a left hand turn
I walked all the way in ragged jeans and shoes that ain’t got no sole
My mission was to reach a man who actually made me wish to learn
To know the streets and read the faces as he did became my ultimate goal

He was filthy but with clothes not very old
His name was J. Harrington the third
More than a few of us sat transfixed on what we were told
And marveled at every single word

He’d describe what he nor anyone knew for sure
Is it darkness ever after or a table with Jesus as his newest guest
Is their deity sitting around inventing a new disease for which there is no cure
And all of us would praise Mr. Harrington at superiority’s request

He’d speak of the things he’s done that he can never take back
He was old now but his conscience would ever stay young
He spoke of life as if all we needed was a roof over a shack
And let go of the dreams of fancy to which we all clung

One morning of late I made my same old trip
Walk to a man I was beholden to for knowledge and more
He talked of steamers, steam engines and stowing away on a ship
But now we’re left on our own since Mr. J. Harrington the third gave up the night before
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~