Most Commented Quatrain Poems (302)

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!~

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!~

Some call it an aphrodisiac.
They say it gives a man a strong back.

Like a good woman, turtle soup makes no sense;
Can something so delicate be so intense?

Like a woman, the flesh has several delightful flavors.
Remember, each mouthwatering sensation should be savored.

When you taste her, bask freely in the sapidity,
Acquire the feel for this pure tortoise delicacy.

Don’t rush, familiarize your taste buds.
There is no such thing as a first sight love.

Recognize, there is a mystique behind that hard shell.
Did someone say turtle soup? That does not ring a bell.

TAKING IT TO THE HEAT


I recommended that she leave this junkie before the discord
Now she’s boarding the same ship I’m about to board
The water and it’s waves may be rough
But being that lady’s lover is way too tough

The woman doesn’t understand I’m setting her free
She should scramble through the brambles to flee from me
Arid is the desert that used to be my heart
But she came along so my ship could set an open chart

I can’t scream loud enough when taking it to the sea
People stare but no longer care because they just say “I’m glad that ain’t me’”
And when the lady heats up she almost bursts into flames
She’s an oven and singed many men, or so the lady claims

I tried ranting, raving, running, regretting and just letting go
It’s torrid living with the lady, and that she’s got to know
Her beauty still shines when yo remove the paint from her lips and the rouge from her cheek
And now, because she came a long,this ship has a rapid leak
© 2011.…Phree ~free cee!~

COOKIES, MILK, MONKEY BARS AND GUNS

We helped lay the foundation for your factories~
Then fought with enmity against your enemies~
We rode the rails to another pristine city or town~
And now thanks to our pollution the rivers are burnt sienna brown~

We populated your cities with children you could not feed~
So we tried to feed them with nutrition and railed against greed~
We filled the school houses with pupils and play time fun
But now too many of them stroll into school packing a gun

They listen to songs sung backwards for a hint or a clue
As prosecutors and juries wonder why they do what they do
They do what they do because sorrow and hatred prevail
And not only them but most of us are all doomed to fail

For all of us with certainty certainly will fall
Because too few of us will stand straight, stalwart and tall
Then millions of students rush out after the dismissal bell
As some godless adults set an open course destined for Hell
© 2011.…Phree

HIDE AND GROW WEAK

It was a very slow progression
But a very long depression
I’d try to say the words she needed to hear
While I watched temptation as it grew near

Her laughter was my playground and play we did
I was out seeking her while my little girl hid
She used to get angry when I wouldn’t play house
And then there was “Tiny, her tiny pet mouse

Her friends would sleep over and have a pillow fight
I’d be sitting in the living room hearing screams of delight
She was little and loved pancakes with peaches and cream
But now her childhood seems to me only a very short dream

She met Billy and he stole away all of my hope
He got her to follow as he started shooting dope
I watched a free little girl turn into another man’s slave
And that’s why I’m kneeling now at my young daughter’s grave
(© 2011.….Poefree

IMMACULATE SIN

Darling don’t you find it odd
No matter if rain falls softly or hard
Somehow your house stands on dry sod
And your home requires no lightening rod
Because it never rains in your back yard

The rain could pour on the east to the west
While robins wait for rainbows and the sun to dry their nest
By the god of rain your abode must be both betrothed and blessed
For your land stands dry while we survey the rest
Perhaps it never rains in your yard because you’re Mother Nature’s greatest guest

I am always there to see the rain begin
You with your roof of armor and tin
The rain on other people’s rooftops make quite a din
And I wonder if rain is repelled by one who suffers no sin
As you grace me with your dimpled grin

No one at all knows how you do what you do
So the amount of believers are really quite few
I would like a logical answer I believe I am due
Why is there constantly a pink and blue sky above you?
And she said “it’s due to the immaculate way in which I love you”
© 2011.…Phreepoetree

ANYBODY GOT ME A COT?

So here’s the problem as I see the situation
No one ever looks around too well
Survey the area and it will lead to information
Then follow me, because I found the map to Hell

I mean if you ask me that’s where everyone is bound
Name me one person you know who never sins
So I searched up, down, on the landscape and the ground
Now follow me because this is where the madness begins

It begins and ends with fire, heat and unbearable screams
And I’m telling you to get ready for the fire
But remember, prepare yourself for damnable dreams
Because Hell is reserved for every sinner, sucker and liar

In Hell ain’t nobody got no cot, no hammock nor bed
And I tell you to look around at every man, woman and child
Keep the fact that you’re going to Hell firmly planted in your head
Because hell is the price one pays for the planet we earthlings defiled
© 2011.…~free cee!~ Phreepoetree
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A ROYAL REVERIE (i'm ready for my closeup mr. demille)

She sat by A brook of beauty
Liquid
Flowing gently
Rippling
she seemed too wondrous to wonder why she came to me
a calming brook, a cerulean blue sea
Cascading over rocks a billion years old
Well rested
yet and still over tested
As an old oak tree spoke to a weeping willow ‘twas heard to say
“weep not my rooted friend
For we all must meet our end”
The storms
The frozen Friday afternoons
And the heavy humid and horrid heat
Just relish in the fact that you live aside a brook of beauty
and pay homage to the foliage as your duty
that brook of beeauty will ever flow with liquidity................ downstream
Alas, the lovely was only the star of my dream
© 2011.….~free cee!~ Phreepoetee

TALL FALL DOWN

Therein my sight mine eyes espied a structure tall and strong
I thought of the men who balance on beams as if tip toeing along a tight rope
Each effort is a ballet and everyone is where they belong
To erect from a miniature building a tower constructed by a grandiose type of hope

The architect had planned for any eventuality
Might wind be mighty and hit on high
In his mind’s eye he considered every conceivable contingency
And he grew more confident as every long day passed by

The steel,, the sweat, the fortitude of men devoted to what they do
And each night they kiss the kids and say “daddy worked real hard today”
Each wanted to instill in them a dedicated work ethic all would know was true
As that building grew higher, stronger and more impressive in every way

Derricks, front loaders, tractors and training
All to oversee the madness of a town
A construction made by the brave after struggling and straining
Until some deluded decuple of Allah straps on a bomb and brings the structure down
© 2011.….~free cee!~ freepoetry