Random Quatrain Poems (302)

DO YOU THINK THIS REALLY EVER HAPPENED VS. EARLY RELEASE?
As if jail and then prison wasn’t un-seemly enough
You took pleasure in making things exponentially rough
Each day you’d awake me with a start
Rattling my cage and making sure I don’t get too smart

I have to take some time to read between every line
You gave me s**t and took what little was mine
I want to take a little bit of time for reflection
Since you’ve already taught me about rejection

When you can describe how I feel within
When you can scribe a document promising no more sin
When I can sleep in peace one cannot own but only lease
Then I can complete this puzzle with every required piece

But in fruition where I’m likely headed is right back here
It seems I don’t mind the threats, the darkness and the fear
And then I remember the c**k s*****g b***h of a wife who was always a curse
Well warden, I’ll stay in prison because living with her again would be far worse
© 2011.…..POEFREE ~free cee!~

Last year expired to sounds of Auld Lang Syne,
The bells of Christmas past are heard no more,
A 'New Year Toast' is raised with mulled red wine,
Before December bills come through the door.

New resolutions made with fervent mind,
So sadly most are destined not to last,
And in such broken promises you'll find,
A mirrored image of a failed year passed .

Act kindly to a pauper on the street,
Is all your spare cash for the bargain sales ?
Give help to some old pensioner you meet,
Or will it be another of your fails ?

Though '21 it was a trying year,
We must dig deep...for coping skills to delve,
Farewell old year, I doubt we'll shed a tear,
I couldn't wait to hear the clock strike twelve.

I send you all good tidings with fine cheer,
Straight from the Em'rald Isle across the miles,
May all your Covid worries disappear,
And future frowns may all revert to smiles.

MEET THE STREET

A dude must know the street before he or she wants to live on one
I don’t mean a house or an apartment on a street… I mean live on the street
You’d better know how to fight, how to surrender and when to run
And one should also practice being orderly and oh so discreet

There’s Old Man Joe and his friend Fred who seem okay
But if you own anything at all don’t turn your back on the pair
Because this ain’t just talk since I live here from day to day
And don’t come running to the other street dwellers if you need someone to care

Ain’t no one on the street that gives a damn about you and what you need
Be it food, drink, comfort or just someone to bandage you when you’re hurt
Sh*t, dudes on the street wouldn’t ebb the flow of your blood no matter how you plead and bleed
And then there are the rich who pass by and won’t give up a buck as they treat you like dirt

So I’m giving you ample warning and the rest is all up to you
You can keep doing your thing and lay in that warm comfy bed
Because I swear on everything holy that the following statement is true
If you need to live on the streets you’d better have eyes in front and in back of your head
©2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

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

La-la-la-da-da-da
La-la-la-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da

Whoever knows what was said,
in passions grasp, unruly head,
tis not to wisdom I was born,
or kindred spirit in other form,
and time will pass and play its game,
committed all,,,we end the same.
lessons learned and then begone,
just some rehearsal for another
song.

You just reach out for trouble.
Cause you think it makes you cool.
I hate to burst your bubble,
But you really are a fool.

You do stir up emotion,
When you monger war and hate.
You'll never find devotion,
Hell, or even just a date.

Your agenda is quite clear.
It's attention that you seek.
True emotion's what you fear,
So obvious when you speak.

Further comments won't be made,
Cause you just aren't worth my time.
In your swill may you be laid,
For your "poetry"'s a crime.

So just take it elswhere man,
I can get manure for free.
And whatever is your plan,
Bark it up another tree.

The pain of love.. what can I write,
To warn about this 'thing',
Its beauty can impair your sight,
Then like a wasp will sting.

Love at first sight ? I'm not so sure,
Approach on tippy toes,
Flirtatious eyes might be a lure,
To tears and lifelong woes.

Some love is destined not to last,
And fails the test of time,
Like actors in a play miscast,
Or verse devoid of rhyme.

This poem is written half in jest,
And half in searing pain,
But every word I can attest,
Is penned not in disdain.

For me .. in lovelife I was stung,
My heart it bore the cost,
And there at love's cold graveside flung,
A red rose white with frost.

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

A young bud sprouts from its parent plant
and blossoms to a lovely rose before long
With time, its beauty fades and it dries up
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A young sapling takes root and flourishes
Soon a mighty oak stands firm on the ground
With time, it decays to a dried up old tree
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A baby bird sitting helplessly in its nest
grows into a majestic eagle strong
With time, its glory fades as it ages
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A defenceless lion cub hidden in its lair
matures into the mightiest beast around
With time, he becomes a decrepit old male
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A beautiful angelic darling baby girl
becomes a world beauty and wins the crown
With time, wrinkles and old age take their toll
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

Hello to a new life of hope and promise
Goodbye to a life that's now going down
Time marches on irreversibly
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

I’VE GOT GOOD NEWS AND I HAVE SAD NEWS

I am caring, giving and living a life not conducive to longevity
But rather based on brevity
Alas, I’ve lived too long and seen sh*t I’d rather not see
But hey, that’s just me

I hear people talking about this and that
With a tip of their hat
While on the tip of their tongue is nonsense
And nonsense has always caused me to become tense

I get upset when Mr. Next Door Neighbor vies for attention
and has a perverted sense of right and wrong with pretension
While he drives a big fancy car with an emblem he wants people to see
And I say that’s a shameful way for anyone to be

I’d rather wear out my shoe leather than join their crowd
Because I consider myself concerned, considerate and proud
I’m proud of the fact that I give a sh*t about what this world should be
But hey, that’s just me!
© 2011.….PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~~