Random Quatrain Poems (302)

For again the night is moving slow
and many a poet is cursed to know
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo

In tenement buildings and boarding rooms
lie men who dreamt of being grooms
Have known evenings, mornings, afternoons,
measured out their lives with coffee spoons

But onwards as we surely try
to flower and bloom before we die
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky

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
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

OCTOBER

October’s misty mystery is shrouding autumn’s fair
Behind the morning’s muslin gauze, a carnival is there
With barrows full of apples and russet coloured trees
A silhouette is all we get, for October likes to tease

She bathes in brooks of silver rain this Goddess of the Fall
Drying off in crunching leaves that now are summer’s pall
Putting on a dress of sheaves, she’ll dance seductively
Her clothing’s slack but the clock’s gone back and it’s much to dark to see

A single shaft of sunlight before the night comes down
Illuminates her ripened lips and hair of chestnut brown
Shaken by the freshening breeze, October tries to hide
Cold suitors wait at winter’s gate, but she’ll never be a bride

October is a mother though, unspoilt by Eve’s first sin
Who else could manage hibernation and tuck tired nature in?
A dormitory of garden beds slumbers now till spring
Hedgehogs sleep where willows weep and geese are on the wing

Crux of light and darkness, October has her moods
Elusive as the elements, definition she deludes
And still she’s all around us, an omnipresent nymph
Weaving mesh across her flesh of a psychedelic tint

She courts the supernatural the night before she leaves
Pumpkins glowing on the porch, bats suspended from the eaves
We don’t know where October goes or where it is she’s been
Her prime was autumn’s golden time. Her death is Halloween

SHARDS OF SHAME

Yesterday is now my shadow cast~~
A darkened image for a darkened past~~
The things I’ve done out of desperation~~
I brave only now to reveal such information~~

For speak I not at this time and place~~
lest yesterday’s shadow will bare my face~~
The atrocities I’ve committed or played a part
The memories live on in that shadow’s heart

Shadows can shame one into submission
And thusly do I declare this adamant admission
I’ve held metal and steel well aimed to frighten
And my darkness is someplace nothing can brighten

No sun to stop the thought of a gun
Grab the old ladies pocket book and run
wait in the lobby of a fine hotel somewhere
Step into an elevator with a lady I’d dare

She presses fourteen and I pressed fifteen
And making a lady pee her pants is miles more than mean
I used to make excuses but now I’ve stopped at last
And each admittance resides in yesterday’s shadow cast
© 2011.….Phreepoetry

The bird is now a pile of bones,
Potatoes and gravy all gone.
The meal of the year is over,
The one that's been cooking since dawn.

Football games have been won or lost,
The parades' last floats have passed on.
Nothing but reruns on tonight,
And cartoons from old days long gone.

But still we watch in placid glaze,
A soft calm has settled on all.
Who needs entertaining right now,
As Thanksgiving nighttime does fall?

We are stuffed and sated and full,
All gone are the cares of the day.
We drift in a euphoric haze,
As triptophan takes us away.

On a frosty Winter's evening,
In a haunting moonlight glare,
I remembered perished loved ones,
With a solemn silent prayer.

There the flickers of the firelight,
Cast live shadows on the gloom,
Like the ghosts of souls departed,
Came alive within the room.

I could sence parental spirits,
Place their marble hands in mine,
As they coaxed me from the armchair,
Up to waltz with them entwined.

Yet although their steps were silent,
And they spoke with soundless air,
Their warm aura was a blessing,
Of which I was unaware.

For their lives on earth weren't easy,
In those woeful days of yore,
Yet together lived contented,
Through the suffering they bore.

Hope and gratitude they gifted,
All my worries were benign,
As the two kind hearted spectres,
Soon returned to the divine.

With the dying of the embers,
Came our parting bittersweet,
As the fading of the shadows,
Were their spirits in retreat

They bestowed a saintly message,
Scribed in smoke upon the wall,
" Always pray for fallen angels,
And no harm shall you befall."

Now it's lonesome by the fireside,
On the floor.. a teardrop stain,
And I pray my kindred guardians,
Will return to dance again.

Invisible air links all living things
Whether animals, plants or some other
Throughout Nature, this message rings
Living things share the air with each other

Food and water that animals take in
And oxygen from the air they inhale
Provide energy after processing
And carbon dioxide which they exhale

From carbon dioxide, plants take carbon
And incorporate it in their structure
This is through photosynthesis action
Which releases oxygen thereafter

These actions are repeated endlessly
Asserting the link between living things
It's a glorious marvellous unity
And the magnificent song Nature sings

just once I'll feel love
until then I'll just wait
sitting patiently, sort of
trying to self-actuate

once hope reigns it's hopeless
no need to cast love aside
catch a lightness to possess
enchanting oneness a rising tide

I'll dig holes for your treasure
'til my hands all calloused and raw
leave lid of chest to open pleasure
let aloneness be a forgotten flaw

feel my way into hearts chamber
each beat another rush of life
ever closer to life's remainder
living begins when hearts derive

love in all it's myriad forms
overt or subtle in it's display
vales are lifted and we transform
enclosed with love, our own cliché

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-13

I AM NOW AN OPTIMISTIC MYSTIC

I’m doing better than when we were together
The universe has granted me delicate weather
Today I can laugh at the mistake you made
For today a thousand tomorrows I wouldn’t trade

Life is easier without the doubt of loving you
And it’s like my soul is hovering above the blue
Just like an angel with wings that never molt
And my body is always a safe distance from a lightening bolt

In the morning I awake with a smile because you left
And to think others believed I’d be left bereft
But that’s because they didn’t know the you I knew
As my body is still hovering beyond the blue

So life for you can be rich but I don’t care
Because I no longer have to suffer you being unfair
You can be donning diamonds, mink and imported Italian leather
Because I’m doing better today then when we were together
© 2010…..free cee!

YOU CAN ARISE WHENEVER YOU CARE TO
THAT'S ONE REASON I AM JEALOUS OF YOU
FOR BREAKFAST YOU CAN EAT WHATEVER YOU PICK OUT
ALAS, AS FOR MY FIRST MEAL THERE IS NOT EVEN A DOUBT

I KNOW PRECISELY WHAT WILL BE ON MY METAL TRAY
EXCEPT SOMETIMES IT'S MILK OR O.J. TO BEGIN THE DAY
YOUR PANTRY IS FULL OF SUSTINANCE I DON'T EVEN RECALL
AS I USE AN OLD FILTHY AND FADED TEE SHIRT AS A SHAWL

YOUR LUNCH TIME MIGHT BE AT THAT LITTLE TAVERN WE KNOW
BUT NOW MY LUNCH TIME IS DELIVERED ROW BY ROW
THAT COZY TAVERN MEANT A LOT TO ME
AND SO DID MY BEING FREE

BUT POWDER AND PAIN BROUGHT ME HERE
AND HERE I WILL STAY YEAR AFTER YEAR
I RECEIVE CENSORED LETTERS IN MY PERSONAL MAIL
THE ONES THEY ALLOW ME TO READ HERE IN JAIL
(C) 2011.....free cee!