Random Quatrain Poems (302)

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Mum what’s a Covid virus ?
My friends are all afraid,
We have to keep our distance,
And it’s so long since we played.

We need to meet so badly,
We’re just sick of being refused,
As we are only six years old,
And really quite confused.

So when can we return to school ?
To learn in our classroom,
To laugh and play together,
It’s not the same on zoom.

Why can’t we visit Granny ?
I’m told she can’t come here,
Each time we speak across the phone,
I hear her shed a tear.

I miss her hugs and stories,
That I’m her hearts beguile,
I remember well her countenance,
Though a mask conceals her smile.

I hope that she’s not lonely,
For that would make me cry,
And yet if we hugged Granny,
Does that mean she might die ?

I pray each night the vaccine works,
To cure the lock down pain,
And make the virus dissappear,
So we can play again.

Putin's on the border
110,000 at the order
bristling with their military
it isn't very salutary

By the end of Feb we'll know
if Zelensky has to go
its not a pleasant show
this road to overthrow

Take defensive actions
hit them with the sanctions
there'll be multilateral reactions
and multi-country factions

Its because of NATO forces
a growing pack of horses
unnerves the Russian bear
and brings him from his lair

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

To exist, a living thing must be born
Whether animal, plant or some other
This marks the initial stage it builds on
And heralds its life that follows after

After its birth, there is the growth process
Which requires adequate nutrition
In this vital stage, there must be success
In order to attain maturation

A living thing in full maturity
Displays its species characteristics
These serve to define its identity
In testimony of its uniqueness

Living things are programmed internally
To keep their species continuation
To make this action a reality
They engage in acts of reproduction

Living things cannot live eternally
The process of decay cannot be stopped
Bodies that once were quite firm and healthy
With time they become shriveled and dried up

The action of decay is precursor
That signals the final stage which is death
For living organisms wherever
This occurs when they take their final breath

I made you want to say I love you
and all those things I chose to hear.
And nothing that I held above you,
could keep them all from within my ear

I'm sorry I made you say those things.
So sorry that you made me smile.
And to you I blamed the pain it brings
Please forgive me and let him defile

I apologize that I can't lie,
unless to say that I'm content.
I could never come to punch nor spy,
and for this fact I must lament.

I was never into hurt and rescue.
And never would I make you cower.
Tell me how else is there to reach you?
You better beat him to the shower

HEAVEN’S HOARDS

All I believe is in Heaven there must be quite a crowd
All the earthly beings who refused to harm or sin
There are the heroes, the risk takers and the proud
Heaven probably already let fourteen trillion people

The line to get in must be universally long
And that’s only for the pious ones
The ones taken off the line are the ones never did wrong
Heaven is filled with souls who never used fist a rifle or guns

It’s taking people like days and days to finally enter
Unknowingly the line turned into a circle in shape
There was a circle and only 1200 fools who stood in the center
And on the floor there’s a sign that reads “do not go past this tape”

Man, I know the galaxy is giant and could be expanding every day
But that’s how big Heaven must be to cater to every resident
Then there’s the opposite where lakes are on fire and the ones who never stopped to pray
That place is called Hell and upon my arrival I will soon be voted president
© 2011.…..Phreepoetry ~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

Out in the open meadow
Swaying in the breeze
I am a wildflower
Living a life of ease

The seed from which I grew
Was blown here by the wind
It landed on the earth
And that was my beginning

I am watered by the rain
And fed by the earth
Each of them is dear to me
My life depends on both

My beauty is free for all to see
Even a little child
I love the life I am living
I enjoy being free and wild

I WENT TO WAR WITH A WALL

Don’t worry honey, I protect my life
With a concealed and well honed knife
No switch blade, just a steak knife we had laying around
But just like a switch blade it will bring a man down

Don’t worry honey, I know the street too well
When you walk with me can’t you tell?
The street agrees with me and I with the street
And sincerely the street and you should meet

It’s a place where animals get out for awhile
Away from a place of cement and tile
So they rush to the trough just like all of the rest
And then scurry back to their cage or their nest

None of them give a damn about anyone
They don’t even trust a priest or a nun
Wave the Monroe Doctrine in front of them and they wince
Because everyone there thinks they’re a princess or prince

So when I go to various venues to rob and to steal
You know it baby, your lover is for real
Oh, and just in case I happen to fail
Make sure you can get money for my bail
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~