Random Quatrain Poems (302)

Steely Dan be damned
pretzels you can't use
I want to tour the Southland
in me ultra fancy shoes

I have never met Napoleon
but I plan to find the time
we'll share some pepperoni
and a margarita topped with lime

we'd get a raucous chorus
a travelling minstrel show
but those days are gone forever
over a long time ago

A VERY VAIN VINE

Twine twisted around a vine
Whilst the philodendron were doing just fine
No weed to choke a tulip by a bud beguiled
And there were no weeds to make certain we all smiled

Laughter began every day when the alarm clock rang
But I heard the echo of a sorrowful song an angel once, for both of us, sang
Thusly didst the angel singing being offered up as a present
Then a seraphim repaired her sorrow because they want all of us feel pleasant

I would tell you I’m glad you became an appendage of mine
And came simply to make this sodden soul once again to shine
Sometimes things go awry and for a moment you feel sad
But that’s only because he knows how he treated love as a fashion in fad

The sight of vines and aroma of the philodendron filled the air
While a man demanded a lady be ever his with a flesh so fair
He might do s**t like that for you but as for me he’s all about doom
Because i’m just a urinal in the universal and unilateral men’s room
© 2011.…phreepoetree ~free cee!~

ALL TOO SOON I’LL FORGET YOUR NAME

Has anyone heard from the woman of words and winsome ways?
I haven’t heard from or about her for days
She’s the one who made six in the morning not seem too rough
And climbing out of bed didn’t seem quite as tough

Has anyone spoken to the lady who made me smile although it hurt?
She’s the one that made my personality seem not so curt
When we conversed it was as if a bird was home resting in his nest
And each of us was each other’s guest

Has anyone laid eyes on a lady who glows in the dark like the moon?
And makes the end of every evening sadly come too soon
It’s strange but not hearing from her is like a cup without some tea
And the only thing I’m petrified of is she might not give a damn about me

Has anyone read the words this woman spouts out with delight
Making the darkest of subjects suddenly seem bright
I know she’s very far from me but her writing was enough for me
And now six a.m. is tougher than it ever seemed to be
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

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.

AT LEAST SAID THE BEAST

Doesn’t death frighten you at all?
Well please allow me to enlighten you all
Death can be frightening to a lowly monkey
BUT one cannot fear death when one is a junkie

every time you score some dope from someone you don’t know
It could mean wonder or it could mean woe
A lot of people put shit in quality dope and don’t give a damn about you
So what, you were allergic to whatever he sold, that’s what people like him do

I mean if you’re going to score some dope and you don’t know the source
You can roll the dice or alter a well considered course
Because if his baby needs diapers and they all need food
Now see, that’s when life becomes lasciviously lewd

You can’t hit the street asking strangers for dope
One could be a pervert the other a sick-o who’ll hang you with a rope
So I’m telling you that it takes being illicitly brave to survive
And I don’t give a shit about the others, at least I’m still alive
© 2011...Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

Sunshine, life's primordial sustainer
Channeling to all, the sun's energy
Plant, animal, insect, fish or other
Without sunshine, not one of them would be

Sunshine can uplift your mood and spirit
When you are feeling gloomy and depressed
It can cheer you up to rise above it
And impart a pleasant feeling of zest

Sunshine brightens the colours of flowers
Making them come alive in their glory
It possesses some magical powers
That transforms plainness into beauty

Sunshine on the gently rippling water
Creates a display of sparkling diamonds
Reverberating like silent laughter
That induces blissful joy in response

I am a pretty flower
all dressed up in blue
I love the falling rain
and the sunshine too

My mother is the plant
She feeds me every day
and keeps me looking bright
so I'm happy and gay

I have some friends
who come to visit me
one is a lovely butterfly
the other is a honey bee

I feed them with my nectar
and then they fly away
I tell them to come back
on another day

Victory! Says pounding drums
Success! The trumpets blaze
Triumph! Soldiers march in time
As the masses craze
Elated with our conquest
Glinting off our guns
Enemies defeated
We thrill aloud as one
Shaking off our weary
Standing up our pride
Shooting down our fears
Forgetting all we’ve cried
The nations swell with goodwill
The anthem plays aloud
Those who fight for causes
Center every crowd
Our prayers have been answered
Our lives are whole once more
As, beaten back, the enemy
Cry trampled on their shores
An enemy of freedom
Of all that’s good and right
An enemy of opposites
Attempted scourge of light
They weep aloud at brothers lost
Of fathers dead and gone
We laugh as one at faceless foe
Cast villains in our songs
Their livelihoods go ruined
Their lands lay crisp and dead
The pride of countless ancestors
By bravery has bled
A holocaust of victory
Sweeps bloody cross the plains
Their purple mountains craters bloom
Smoke tops their amber waves
As ideas build a nation
So by ideals nations fall
When godless nations go to war
Corpses heed the call
Their men die standing shielding home
Or kinless cross the sea
They must suffer so we live
Says government’s decree
Anger boils through our veins
At injustice supposed
Anger boils as death abounds
And tears down all they’ve owned
Heaven’s light shines down on us
And fills up hist’ry’s page
We trifle not with subtleties
Unseal the Reaper’s rage!
Defeat! Howl widows reaved of hope
Destroyed! The people pain
Ruin! Senses cannot cope
And never will again

Fluffy white clouds floating up in the sky
Against a background of celestial blue
Changing their shapes as they meander by
Creating a most magnificent view

The moving shapes are edged with wisps of mist
As they sail on unhurriedly on high
Coruscating in their milky whiteness
Against a brilliant sunshine lighted sky

I don't have a plane or a yacht,
Or a big fine house on the bay.
Not a business czar or mogul,
Nor a statesman or potentate.

No I don't have much to offer,
Of material worldly things.
Have no claims to fame or fortune,
No shining star and never been.

What I do have can't be measured,
And no it can't be bought or sold.
So then for some it has no value,
Because it has no worth in gold.

Only things I have to offer,
Are just my heart that's pure and true,
And a mind and soul and body,
That I will dedicate to you.

If to you these things have meaning,
You understand whereof I speak,
Then we just may have a future.
Let's take a chance on you and me.