Author: Unknown
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
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Posted: Aug 2011
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REMEMBER THE HOKEY-POKEY....WASN' THAT YOU PUT YOUR RIGHT FOOT IN
THEN YOU PUT YOUR FOOT IN YOUR MOUTH
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Author: Unknown
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!~
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Posted: Aug 2011
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I DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE WENT, SHE JUST UP AND DISAPPEARED
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Author: Unknown
PYSICALLY AGED BUT SPIRITUALLY YOUTHFUL
He stared at me with his cloudy and aged eyes
Aged but oh so very wise
My girlfriend of fifteen years introduced he and I
As the figure of an intelligent man drew nigh
So he would join us for some wine and just a bit of cheese
And said “go ahead and call me “Shooter” if you please
They named me that because I wouldn’t pick up a gun
And hope I taught the very same principle to my son
Pick up the rifle, that shotgun or a sword
And I pray the words I say to my son won’t be ignored
Once you pick up that weapon of war my boy
You join the spirit of Gettysburg, Korea and Hanoi
So “Shooter” went on about what his son had done
Did he ever disrespect you and pick up a gun?
“Shooter” related all the hopes which fate would never yield
And then he whispered, “yes, he picked up a gun and died for oil and land on a foreign battlefield”
© 2011.…~ Phreepoetree free cee!~
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Posted: Aug 2011
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i was listening to some JAZZ, E....VEN THOUGH MY FRIENDS DON'T DIG IT
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Author: Unknown
BORN BLIND TO THE UNICURSE
Please advise me when I can open my eyes
Until then closed shall they be
I’m blinded and deafened to any lies
As angry grows the sea
I refuse to see the sadness I’ve seen
I won’t look at the ugliness mankind can’t deny
So give me a Jack with a beer back and a bit of Grenadine
As angry grows the sky
Were I to open mine eyes as of now I know what I’d see
I’d see the same waste and an eight year old kid with a gun
So why would I want to see the greedy, the needy and junkies like me?
As angry grows the sun
‘tis wrong to see what we’ve done to the earth
And now living on this planet has become a caustic curse
Our society is a monument to the death of merriment and mirth
As angry grows the universe
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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Posted: Aug 2011
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number 1
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Author: Unknown
v]
DID WILL, BILL AND GIL GET THEIR PILL?
I have this great idea to invent a pill
Make it so men can get pregnant as well
Dudes walking around in camouflage
Get a huge belly and know pregnancy is an un-earthly hell
This pill will be mandated and mandatory to ingest
Let’s let men do what women have been doing since Eve
Let the future climb out of Walter’s womb
With little baskets to make and baby blankets to weave
So mommy is in one hospital room and daddy’s in another
And our peaceful home will be noisy for quite a while
One kid from her and the other one from him
And the dad wonders how his wife can summon a smile
Don’t all of you get it, there’s been a problem for years
And we should have monitored each and every birth
Because all we’ve accomplished is a problem made worse
And doesn’t everyone understand we are over-populating the earth?
© 2011.….~free cee!~ FREEPOETRY
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Posted: Aug 2011
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since i'm only 2178 this isn't isn't half the poem whomever the number one poet is...imagine the aura that must surround him
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D.N.R. EVER EVEN IF YOU THINK I CAN LIVE
Not one junkie I know has a test kit for purity
But I can tell you this much with surety
Although we should all be grateful for survival
I’d rather be declared dead on arrival
Frankly I’ve had enough of never being certain
And I begged the stagehand to bring down the curtain
An addict yearns for quality and a cloud like dream
But Then I awake in a hospital and begin to scream
I scream for the friends I’ve lost who were never revived
Shoot, I haven’t even a clue how I have survived
Every day I’m a pearl in peril on a random roulette wheel
Never knowing if I’ll O.D after I consume my last meal
So next time anyone sees me in the gutter simply leave me there
Because I can tell you this much and I’ll make it clear
I’ve never given a damn about religion or the Holy Bible
But I swear on it, please, this time let me be declared dead on arrival
© 2011 Poefree
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Posted: Aug 2011
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I NEED HER LIKE A WALTZ NEEDS MUSIC, PAINT FOR A PORTRAIT AND A CLOWN NEEDS MAKE-UP I PROMISED MY SON NOT AGAIN, BUT THIS ONE WOULD BE ONLY THREE YEARS OLDER THAN HIM....HE, HIS WIFE AND MY WHOMEVER COULD ALL LISTEN TO "SLIGHTLY STOOPID" WHILE I LISEN TO SAMMY DAVIS JR. PARTICULARLY "MR. BOJANGLES
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DID WILL, BILL AND GIL GET THEIR PILL?
I have this great idea to invent a pill
Make it so men can get pregnant as well
Dudes walking around in camouflage
Get a huge belly and know pregnancy is an un-earthly hell
This pill will be mandated and mandatory to ingest
Let’s let men do what women have been doing since Eve
Let the future climb out of Walter’s womb
With little baskets to make and baby blankets to weave
So mommy is in one hospital room and daddy’s in another
And our peaceful home will be noisy for quite a while
One kid from her and the other one from him
And the dad wonders how his wife can summon a smile
Don’t all of you get it, there’s been a problem for years
And we should have monitored each and every birth
Because all we’ve accomplished is a problem made worse
And doesn’t everyone understand we are over-populating the earth?
© 2011.….~free cee!~ FREEPOETRY
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
NOW I CAN WATCH SAMMY DAVIS JR. DO "MR. BO JANGLES" AND MAKE ME CURSE THE CONCEPT OF DEATH
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Author: Unknown
There have been songs, poems and discussions ad infinitum on this subject, here’s my attempt at being whatever the rest of you are and I ain’t
ELECTRIC PAINS
They told me this would happen
But surely not to me
They said there are certain things life cannot abide
And one of those facts doesn’t come for free
We would go places and they would all remark
As I thanked God for what they were looking at
But no matter how I prayed, beseeched and I begged
Right beside me on a chair is where my future sat
Everything was the best, everything was great
Everything was everything I ever wanted all in one
One very little package but prized more than gold
And I remember when I could still use the word “fun”
Now when I say the word “fun it seems strange and aloof
And I suppose it’s the same thing with the word “joy”
It’s difficult to talk in terms of things you miss so
Like little Frannie in fourth grade and my favorite toy
I tried to avoid accepting what every one else expected
I tried to turn a “cannot” into a “can be” for me
Then one night as I went to turn off the light
Even though it was dark I still could easily see
It was something I tried to ward off for so many years
But with surety in reality there are things a mere mortal can’t delay
Suddenly electric trains and baseball cards became things of the past
Because they can’t stay little forever and my baby leaves for college today
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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Posted: Aug 2011
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i told her to tint those windows!
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Author: Unknown
HERS
The impresario’s impressive and imperialistic chalice of beauty owned it
And made no bones about it
All the documents were signed properly
Which thusly did make it her property
She used it for reasons and purposes for which it was made
Until the music might be made to fade
From the costume of her countenance did the lovely’s corsage come to fall upon the ground
As any man would swear to be the permanence finally she hath found
But she suffered not for there were men clawing and clamoring to pick it up
They were slightly built or short and some were very tall
Yes, the imperialistic aura and her glow proved she owned it all
It was her birthright
She was born with it
But never to suffer scorn for it
As her sheep were shorn of their dignity and/or pride
When the crown of luxury took every royal stride
And deemed a new subject to bid her every call
For this was a lady who truly had it all
She was the law, the layer, the jury and the judge
And men get a spark up their spine if she’d but give them a nudge
I’ve seen the pictures of her beauty which line the second floor hall
Why?
Because the preeminent pretty pretty much owns it all
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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Posted: Aug 2011
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CHAPTER FIVE VS. V1 & V11 ACCORDING TO THE GOSPEL OF free cee!
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Author: Unknown
A STREET IN A BURG CALLED THE BLUES baby
DAMN, BACK ON THE STREET AGAIN!
THE DIME BAG COPPING
EGO DROPPING
DAMPENED DOPE STREET DREAMS AGAIN………….
a street in a burg called the blues BA BY
Where wicked wretched women are on the stroll~
Bopping to rock and roll
As I light upon the utterly wanton wishes of woeful whores
Where even the sages are bores
AND DESTITUTION OOZES FROM THE PORES OF US JUNKIES, JOHNS AND F****D UP FEW
AND FEW KNEW WHAT WE ALL KNEW
BECAUSE IN THE END WHAT ARE WE ALL REALLY TRYING TO DO?
We’re JUST PAYING OUR DUEs, baby
JUST PAYING OUR DUE
© 2011.…PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
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Posted: Aug 2011
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SOME YOUNG DUDE IN THE HOOD WHERE I HANG AND HOLLAR AT MY HOMIES MADE THIS INTO A RAP SONG.....MUSIC AND ALL.....EVERYONE WHO HAD A HAND IN MAKING THAT DEMO REALLY LIKED, BUT WE WERE THE ONLY ONES
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