Random Quatrain Poems (302)

I think I'll die before I live
from time to time, I suppose
life seems more take than give
a cynical opinion sometimes shows

Michael, Gabriel or Azrael may
come to bring me my pink slip
and leave my future in disarray
ticket punched for the return trip

yet if I can get the jump on it
go ahead and postulate anyhow
a posthumous life might better befit
than what I've got here right now

today's stance an intractable position
a life well lived, for argument's sake
could depart now of my own volition
and leave some witticism at my wake

then folks who knew me, not one iota
could say "just seemed to be so content"
"though lately colder than North Dakota"
"To hell is what I think was meant"

and maybe I'll live on in my words
to make life both meaningful and bold
'stead of day's living for the birds
a posthumous life a thing to behold

'course I might need to think again
considering all the prose and cons
my best thinkin' might be just insane
afterlife might be a big come on.

maybe it's not any better than this
my Shangri-La might be right here
too hard to look back and reminisce
if I just posthumously disappear

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-27

Some folks feel they have the right,
To admonish and advise.
They think that their opinion,
Should just always override.

Hot words or inuendo,
Sometimes subtle others bold.
Who do they think that they are?
What gives them the right to scold?

Them thinking they're so clever,
Really just gives me a pain.
They could do so much better,
If their own lives they'd arrange.

With their meddling in the lives,
And affairs of other folks,
What hope have they of finding,
True happiness of their own?

So don't throw your monkey wrench,
Into other's cogs and gears.
Just tend to your own business,
Cause you'll find no takers here.

"Be indebted and take the ghee
to the last drop," when said it he,
he did not mean that man lazy be
and the truth behind fails to see.

Be indebted and the ghee you take
to enjoy your life for life's sake,
not lazy man himself to make
but to remain ever awake.

Life is short and born accident;
water, air, earth, fire element
together with space do augment
the human life development.

On this earth if you are born once,
enjoy your life and gladly dance;
at other sayings look askance,
because for you there is no chance

to be born on this earth again.
Once this body is free from pain
of living, people say in vain:
Moksha the soul does not attain.

What remains after cremation?
How does not one get salvation?
With death ends life's crowded action.
So no soul is in operation.

We all have a hard luck story,
A sad sob tale to tell.
No more songs of fame and glory,
Just tolling of the bell.

I've heard them all from near and far,
No joy seems to be had.
I lost my job, my wife, my car,
My luck has all been bad.

The skies are grey, the wind is cold,
My health is failing fast.
You hear these stories often told,
The end has come at last.

No sad songs any more I sing,
The bluebird's on my sill.
With sunshine to my life you bring,
My heart with joy you fill.

So tell me not the tales of woe,
Won't hear them any more.
Just sing me songs soft, sweet and low,
Of happiness in store.

JACK WITH A BEER BACK

I decided to take me a on a little road trip
Just me and Jack Daniels so I took me a sip
Mr. Daniels with a chaser I didn’t need
And neither Jack nor I knew where the road would lead

At mile marker number 15 I drank me some more
Jack told me I needed some food so we stopped at a store
Bought me some bologna, cheese and a six pack of beer
Revved up my ride and threw her in gear

Mr. Daniels demanded I go a lot faster
And pretty soon that bottle became my master
A nip of Jack and a sip of beer is all I required
Some people might have but I never grew tired

The road stretched before us as if it were our guide
Exactly where we were headed we didn’t decide
Mr. Daniels sat next to me insisting where I steer
While in the back seat sat a silent six pack of beer

Jack and the beer were having some convoluted conversation
But I told them both to shut up or I’d lose my concentration
I held tightly to the wheel as we sped down the road
With me unawares that soon I’d be carrying a heavy load

My vehicle vied with a violation of the law
We wanted to go to a barr but ended up at that store
Days later when I finally got home I cursed Mr. Daniels for what he had willed
And then the Judge gave me twenty-five to forty-five for the three young people I killed
© 2011.….Phreepoetree

In-person meetings suspended
Conference rooms closed to use
By keeping a 6-foot distance
everyone stays apart—not aloof.

Blues, folk, rock concerts rescheduled
Museums closed to showing art
Theatre not performed on stages
Citizens asked to do their part.

Flattening-the-curve approach required
But when our leaders fail to lead
people are driven to poor decisions
and takers feed upon their greed.

Shelves in stores stripped to empty
Essentials horded, stock-piled away
Preparing for the worst to come
Hoping to be spared anew each day.

Public schools closed until April
Red Sox Opening Day postponed
Weighing decisions to self-isolate
with every day to be spent alone.

Boston Marathon moved to September
Walk for Hunger canceled complete
Needs in air still hover, linger though
movement ceased beneath our feet.

With tents as makeshift hospital wards
first-come-first-served policy goes out the door
Triage decisions necessary to be made
disproportionally impact the poor.

Forego cavalier, casual attitudes
Avoid need for imminent, acute care
There are vulnerable people everywhere
Covid-19 travels through touch and air.

Individual freedom temporarily bartered
to provide better protection for everyone
Embrace physical-distancing as one way
war against this pandemic can be won.

© 2020-03-14

Loud Yuletide bells resound once more,
Do they toll of Joy, or a tear ?
A festive choir croon at my door,
"Merry Christmas and Peaceful New Year "

In some sad homes the lights are dim,
Senseless war has taken their cheer,
Our troubled world now mocks the hymn,
"Merry Christmas and Peaceful New Year ".

Many will scorn our saviours birth,
The faithless who utter a sneer,
And say "There won't be peace on earth,
Not at Christmas nor in the New Year ".

But ye of faith speak loud and deep !
Proclaim for world leaders to hear,
Hope can not die, and will not sleep,
At Christmas and through the New Year .

A wish for peace this poem it sends,
Good tidings to all, far and near,
I raise a mulled wine toast my friends,
"Merry Christmas and Happy New Year"

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

Secrets aren't forever.
Though I've kept one locked away.
This day their binds I sever
For there's something I must say.

Though past words have been cryptic
And careful have they been.
I care not to be mystic
About the things I feel again.

I've written much for all to see
Though often meant for only one.
And now at last I feel free
For now what's done is done.

Some days ago I packed some things
And travelled through the night.
To her for whom my heart just sings,
A seven hour flight.

Even now we're sitting here
So near the Irish sea.
This poem I write is for my dear
The lovely LadyBee.

I'm smitten so, and now you know.
A secret kept as best I could.
But now we're basking in the glow
Of love that's strong and good.

We both agreed it's time to share
The joy we feel with you.
And say to you that if you dare
Your dreams might just come true.

Once upon a time some poets would gather
And write poems of their choice
It was beautiful and lovely
It allowed each poet to have a voice

Comments made on those poems
Were lovely to read and digest
The comments inspired the poets
And gave them a feeling of being blessed

To all those poets I wish to say
It was great to have your work read
May your lives be blessed evermore
Thank you for what we have shared

And now, all you dearest poets
You can look back at those days
They were all so wonderful and happy
Oh yes, those were the days

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