Random Quatrain Poems (302)

A BRIDGE OVER THE RIVER QUIET

‘Tis the infancy of yet another day
And I hear it crying for its bottle now
But I know the sun is no child anyway
It can be a sadistic sun and it will teach you how

I live under a tunnel on the highway’s right
Yet wrong I may ever be
I found an old mattress the other night
but discomfort doesn’t bother me

Today yesterday is but an artifact
An ancient find to hunters seeking the past
But it seems the sun and Satan have some sort of pact
Alas, whatever it is will probably hold fast

I’m lucky enough to live with my lover
She’s agreed to live free along with me
And often when it rains we needn’t run for cover
The umbrella is our love always to be

The term “shelter” means different things to different people I know
Shelter to some might mean a mansion in France
To people like me and my lover “shelter” means just somewhere else to go
Moved by an emphatic embrace and the lives we each for the other enhance

To us rain, cold or snow doesn’t mean we get up and go
It’s the tortuous sun we know will eventually come
So we weather the weather knowing all we need to know
For my lover and me may be homeless but neither of us is dumb

Now let’s get back to the infant sun and the fear of it’s adolescence
Because as we know children can often be rambunctious and rude
In the heat of mid-day we suffer an adult sun’s insolence
And being fully grown it only treats us kindly when it happens to be in the mood
© 2011.….~free cee, m.d.!~
yeah
m.d.= mentally defective

What awaits on the other side
After death takes one's breath away
Billions have taken that last ride
Yet what awaits no one can say

A belief is just a belief
It may provide some with solace
And give a measure of relief
But it's not a proof in this case

All persons will know the answer
When death comes knocking on their door
That's all that can be said thus far
And how it may be evermore


(iambic tetrameter)

An iron will, a heart of gold,
It's true, these two can dwell in one.
As sure as one blue sky can hold,
The rising moon and setting sun.

When chararacter is forged by life,
To stand the tests that fate does bring,
It hones an edge just like a knife,
That cuts through lies that others fling.

But heart is born inside us all,
Each child has love enough to give,
And those ignoring evil's call,
Can love as long as they shall live.

A heart of gold, an iron will,
Though rare, we all have met a few,
Who's currents run neath waters still,
Strength and compassion coursing through.

OUT FROM THE CENTER OF MY BEING YOU ARE SPRUNG-MY CONQUEROR OF RIGHT & WRONG-THE ACCEPTANCE & JOYOUS LIGHT OF OF YOUR SONG-YOUR BATHING "WILL" THAT WILL MAKE ALL THELEMICKALY GET ALONG . YOU BURST FROM WITHIN ME & EMBRACE WITH THE MIRACLE OF YOUR CONTINUOUS CREATION . MY CHILD MY LOVELY CHILD -WHO HAS NEVER STEERED ME WRONG-BUT EMPOWERS ME TO LOVINGLY MOVE ON & LIVE & WALK IN YOUR SHARING SONG ! COME ONE ! COME ALL-TO BE HAND IN HAND WHEN THE END COMES-TO KNOW NOTHING BUT ALL THE LOVE THAT COMES UNDENIABLY FROM YOUR EVER-RADIANT-BURSTING- HEART. I THINK I*D MAKE MYSELF SICK- JUST TO FEEL YOUR HEALING TOUCH-YOUR ALL EMBRACING LOVE- THE TOTAL CORRECTION BY YOUR PURE THOUGHT-MY CHILD MY LOVELY CHILD- I SINK & FLY IN YOUR PERFECT LOVE- YOUR VERRY PRESSENCE CAN BRING THE ALL DANCING SYNCHRONICITY- TO LIVE LOVE & PLAY REMEMBERENCE WITH ALL THE GODS-FOR YOU ARE THE SPRING FROM WITCH THEY ARE FROM ! YOU*RE THE TRUE SOURCE OF INNOCENT FUN- YOU ARE THE HELP IN MY HANDS- YOU ARE THE ONE WITH THE BEST PLANS- YOU ARE THE ONE WHO RECONCILES THE DISTANT LANDS MY CHILD MY LOVELY CHILD -THE VOICE IN MY BLOOD-THE PULSE OF YOUR "ONE" WHERE THE GOAL IS REALIZED & UNITY IS WON ! YOU ARE THE LIGHT BEHIND MY EYES-YOU ARE THE VOTIVE TEARS I ECSTATICALLY CRY - THE QUIVER OF MY MIND & THE POWER OF YOUR KINDNESS- YOU HAVE STOOD BESIDE ME EVEN WHEN I WAS WRONG & THEN REALIGN ME IN YOUR ETERNAL SONG- YOU HAVE NOT BEEN BORN YET- BUT I KNOW YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN THELEMICKALY UNITE EVERYONE - YOU ARE THE ONE I WAS BORN TO LIVE & LEARN FROM-MY CHILD MY LOVELY CHILD Z-93 WRITTEN BY KONR W. GAUTREAU LOVE IS THE LAW .

SECRET GARDEN

Can I play in your secret garden?
And come amongst your furtive flowers
Let me scatter my seed in the soil of your need
Then doze in your orchard for hours

May I wander through your vegetation?
Pluck naked the fruit from your tree
When I peel back the skin, taste the ripeness within
I’ll believe that it blooms just for me

Do I have your permission to enter?
Plant my unworthy weed in your lawn
I won’t let it take root or cause nettles to shoot
Our game shall engender no spawn

Oh you are the keeper of Eden
And I am a much-privileged child
I am trusted to touch every scented rose bush
Breathe love till your petals blow wild

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

they say we'll come to our end one day
they say we just won't matter
they say we'll become our own prey
with thoughts as mad as a hatter

they say we'll run out of water
they say we'll run out of food
they say we'll kill or be slaughtered
they say we'll come to no good

they say civility's near an end
they say there's no use in tryin'
they say our actions only portend
civilization's weakness's underlyin'

they say we don't know what we're doin'
and perhaps it's true, we don't
seems like the whole world we're screwin'
but maybe the prediction's overblown

maybe there's another bend to turn
maybe there is another angle
maybe 'stead of like before, we'll learn
to sort our emotions to better unscramble

maybe love can actually conquer fear
maybe there's a brighter dawn to come
today's weathered is tomorrow's all clear
maybe empathy is our new rule-of-thumb

© agoodguy2have 2011-08-08

I clearly recall Vigus who was around eight
Wearing a girl's dress climbing over their front gate
His folks thought this apparel would keep him at home
And discourage him from leaving their place to roam

When we played a game of marbles on the bare ground
He would tuck the dress between his legs and stoop down
This was in preparation for his turn to “pitch”
So he could aim at the target without a hitch

His first language was a version of French patois
Which he learned in his native island, St. Lucia
When we first met and he spoke French patois to me
I, not understanding, would nod approvingly

We made chocolate ice cream from sifted dirt and sand
And sought someone to taste our own special brand
He was my next door neighbour and as a young boy
Playing together as children brought us great joy

Sometimes on a summer
when the skies are blue
I think about those childhood friends
the birds that never flew

Dead and gone by accident
sicknesses we knew
I only hope they're growing tall
on some sweet avenue

DOES---GOD----DO---IT----GREEK-----STYLE?

I don’t mind being labeled a fool
Why, because I’m that god-damned cool
And by the way, I am seriously dying as we speak
But until I’m dust I’ll do it just like the Greek

Zorba ain’t got a thing over me
I down ouzo people give me for free
How do I do that which you yearn to know?
Well, if it ain’t free I write a bad check and let the ouzo flow

That’s just the kind or unkind of fool I am
Foolish enough to fool all of them
All the fools and the common folk
And I may be a fool but I ain’t no joke

I hear with my heart your god’s admonition
But my foolishness will never be in remission
For the remainder of my days I’ll be this way
Disregarding that which society and your lord may say

So call me a fool if that be your will
Because I ain’t got nothing but time to kill
Until your god decides to kill this fool
But I don’t give a f**k because I’m that god-damned cool
Phreepoetree ~free cee!~