Newest Quatrain Poems (302)

DID YOU SAY CLOWN OR DROWN

I aimed my eyes essentially to the east
While trying to escape a beast
I looked to the sanctimonious sea
With waves intent on drowning me

I heard some underwater creatures having a discussion
And with every word I understood each repercussion
They said there is a consequence to every action we consign
While I relegate to yesterday that which used to be mine

I had a staring contest with a blinding sun
And to me it mattered not who lost or won
I looked at my mast and realized it had cracked
And at that moment I realized drowning was a matter of fact

I looked behind to yesterday
And didn’t care very much for what it had to say
Over the years I’ve considered ashes and/or graves
But I never, for one moment, thought my headstone would become these watery and wicked waves
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I WILL NOT DANCE BECAUSE IT’S THE SAME OLD SONG

Walk a high wire
Walk on the third rail
Walk on fire
And I’ll explain all this with one short tale

I thought for sure it wouldn’t get me
I would get it and I got it for sure
You wouldn’t recognize me if you met me
Because I’ve the wounds of a disease no one can cure

There’s about ten thousand things I’d rather do
Then to find and lose a lovely lady like you
I’d rather be caged with a tiger in the zoo
As slowly my disease progressed and grew

So here sit I on the subway steps a victim of what I sought
Never did I think this could happen to me and hurt so very many
Then by a thin tiny needle was I trapped and thusly caught
And no one would believe my story if I revealed my thoughts for a penny

If it was worth any money I’d throttle and choke a cute little rabbit
And when I see an old lady with a diamond I nab it
If a man in a wheel chair is counting his cash I just grab it
Because these are the things a diseased man does every day to sustain his dope habit

Being caught in a bear trap
Watch my brother die and I not care
Find hell with a map
But kick a habit like this I do not dare
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A VIEW FROM BEYOND THE BLUE

I hate to see the world this way
Everything seems like an aimless gray
Over there used to be a cow Pasteur all blazingly green
Now it’s just another iron and concrete scene

Building icons construct latter day dinosaurs against our iconoclastic wishes
So I think for two months a winged angel should do the dishes
Because even angels have duties to perform
And some of them even do it far above norm

But my angel and I look down and cry for a society’s pretense
Weeping for the fools without angels nor sense
Sometimes she says if I want to go down it’s okay
But it’s easy to see in angelic eyes that she prays i stay

There is no way in the world I would return to your world gone awry
I’ll just stay in the breath of white clouds and fantasy’s fog until I die
Because ain’t no reason for me to return except Raggae and rum
And get the valet to pull around our car, but not Jake, he’s too dumb

And you all can do me a favor and entertain me while I look down
I want to see every fool, every bigot and everyone I deem a morose clown
So I’ll just remain up here with my angelic life that keeps me calm
While my angel and I have a wager on when someone will release a nuclear bomb
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A VIEW FROM BEYOND THE BLUE

I hate to see the world this way
Everything seems like an aimless gray
Over there used to be a cow Pasteur all blazingly green
Now it’s just another iron and concrete scene

Building icons construct latter day dinosaurs against our iconoclastic wishes
So I think for two months a winged angel should do the dishes
Because even angels have duties to perform
And some of them even do it far above norm

But my angel and I look down and cry for a society’s pretense
Weeping for the fools without angels nor sense
Sometimes she says if I want to go down it’s okay
But it’s easy to see in angelic eyes that she prays i stay

There is no way in the world I would return to your world gone awry
I’ll just stay in the breath of white clouds and fantasy’s fog until I die
Because ain’t no reason for me to return except Raggae and rum
And get the valet to pull around our car, but not Jake, he’s too dumb

And you all can do me a favor and entertain me while I look down
I want to see every fool, every bigot and everyone I deem a morose clown
So I’ll just remain up here with my angelic life that keeps me calm
Whilst my angel and I have a wager on who will be the first one to release a nuclear bomb
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BREAKFAST AIN’T EGGS BENEDICT FOR SURE


You can arise whenever you choose to
And that’s why I’m so jealous of you
You can eat whatever you pick out
As for my breakfast there ain’t any doubt

I know precisely what will be on my metal tray
Except sometimes it’s milk or water to start off my day
Your pantry is full of food I don’t even recall
As I use an old filthy tee shirt to keep me warm such as a shawl

Your lunchtime might be at that little tavern we know
But now my lunchtime is delivered row by row
That tavern was cozy and meant a lot to me
And so did my being free

But powder and pain brought me here
And here I’ll stay year after year
I receive opened and censored letters in my mail
The missives people send me here in jail
© 2011.…Phreepoetree

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THE HEVENTIES

This man had a plan, man
Yet I never considered a bridge the seventies would be made to span, man
Either everything I dreamed of would die and turn unto dust
Or the universe would agree with the topic we two had discussed
The universe and I agreed that I owned the nineteen seventies until they end
And that was my right even the universe would defend
I wasn’t so much a rebel as I was a letch lost in the woods
But back in the seventies you could always find me in the wrong neighborhoods
If it was of an urgent matter that you had I’d make time for you
And I was the man to see if you wanted something illicit to do
I owned midnight, noon, and I owned music and the moon
And the dances people did were always to my tune
Then, when the sun would wave its way away
I realized there was now one less day
One less day since I owned the seventies and all it comprised
But I would never be bought down since the seventies wouldn’t be compromised
It felt beneficial to awake and know you owned today
Yet comprehend that the inevitable will eventually turn my hair gray
And then came New Year’s Eve to welcome in a new year
Alas I was the only one to shed a sorrowful tear
Because what I did when I owned the seventies attracted the attractive ladies
ALAS, I remember a tender ten years until the seventies gave way to the eighties
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Phree

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 or 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
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ABRAHAM, SOLOMON AND YOU

If there were an entrance fee to get into Heaven how much would you pay?
And let me tell you brother, it won’t help you now to pray
So you get to Heaven with 56,000 bucks and St. Peter looks at you in scorn
Sorry sir, but The minimum cover charge is the life of your first born

If there were something difficult to do to become Heaven bound?
And you must decide soon before you’re fodder for the ground
Would you sneak up on an old lady and strike her about the head?
Now keep in mind, this is the deal when destiny deems you dead

If the only way you could get into Heaven meant your pretty daughter’s death
Would you cast away your daughter’s life and give a stranger her breath?
What if the cost of Heaven turned out to be the life of your younger brother,
And after your brother bleeds out you must then slay thy mother?

God tempted Abraham on a mount with his son’s death in his hand
And Solomon, when he said he’d split the babe in half, no one could understand
So my brother, to Hell is where you are bound lest thee come up with an answer
“Yo Saint Pete, how about we get rid of the boss and give God colon cancer”
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YOU KNOW WHEN A LAWYER IS FYING AND IT’S WHENEVER HIS HIPS ARE GROOVING

Did you slip and fall and it’s the merchant’s fault??
Well we’re going to get you enough money to fill a vault
Did you have a relative who slipped and fell
Fear not, they’ll be represented by men going to hell

He tries in every way to get you to believe but more importantly to stay
Because he sees his bank account in everything you say
While you’re describing to a man about an injury you sustained
He sees his safety deposit box and cares not if you’re pained

Okay, so let’s say you didn’t fall but you remember something fell
Don’t you recall it came right down from the sky says the man headed for hell
Surely you recall it was noontime on the seventeenth and you were injured
And I’ll get you a bankroll no matter who says there was no pain you endured

Have you or a loved one worked in the mines
Or in a school as old as the liberty bell
Then you may have been exposed to asbestos or at least read between the lines
So the fools say“Yeah, okay, I’ll be in on the deal and we’ll both go to hell”
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A MATTER OF GRAVITY

where art thou when I need thee most
ah yes, thou has become a ghost
a wishing well empty, a pond depleted
as I stand as stagnant, a man defeated

i have been overcome by demons inside
and when they request "why hast he died"
say unto them he was a man with thirst un-quenched
and tell them i died with my teeth well clenched

"clenched" question they, "but why" they wonder
"because," responds you "of the certain thunder"
"hear not thee the sound that killed him well?"
"Oh yes, now we hear why he was condemned unto Hell"

"so" sayeth thee, tell them without any doubt
there will be, due to his death, become a drought
a dryness no man nor god can create
"because," inform them, "my man was slain solely by hate"

" 'twas hatred which condemned him unto the fire,
and to all I swear, my man was no liar
he told the truth before the Temple of Love
until a thousand demonic angels appeared from above"

so let them hear the words of a man sworn unto death
and vow to them all that with each blessed breath
easiness, that evening, arrived my sweet
because 'twas with eagerness my death did I meet

thusly do I swear when you gaze around
and find not by body, to which Hell was bound
remember my face and this most memorable date
for that 'twas the eve your man died of SELF-hate
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