Last Commented Quatrain Poems (304)

FEET FIRST DEAD FRED
I was raised amidst visceral violence
And caterwauling cop cars are all that broke the silence
No one spoke lest word be spread
When Smokey Joe end’s up feet first dead

Sally had a thing for Sal
And Sally was quite a gal
But Sally also had her eye on a dude called “Red”
And then poor Sal was buried feet first dead
There were opponents aplenty with whom to pick a fight
When Louis LaScala fought anyone it perked up a dismal summer’s night

I was seven when someone first showed me a zip gun
A block of wood, a bullet and a rubber band fashioned to kill someone
Some were trigger happy fools who didn’t make anyone glad
but those are the ones who think their sanity is simply a fad
It’s a shame because if you could speak to a guy named “Fighting Fred”

He’d tell you how and why he ended up feet first dead

It had something to do with Fred, some guy’s old lady and a bed
This was a town of tenements in a suburb of a citadel called Hell
We learned to war, to protect and the hell with learning to spell
Fatefully Frankie “Forever” Fader one day just wasn’t around
That’s because Fancy Frankie’s “forever” put him feet first in the ground
And when some little kid gets mistakenly killed in a drive by there are no witnesses to be found

So that’s the tale of a town I was fostered within
A place where “Desperation Avenue" meets a street called “Sin”
I know not what awaits my fate and may lie just ahead
Because who’s to say I won’t end up buried feet first dead
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

DOPE DIDN’T KILL ME BUT BEING A DOPE WAS DOPEY

I smoked cheap cigars and played old guitars~
I even drove thirty-five year old cars~
I had reminders of dope dealing from all of my scars~
But my proclivity, I proclaimed, was for drinking at seedy bars~

The seedier the better it was for me in there
Because then I was in my element with nothing to fear
Walk down the street being me and you were taking a chance
I was shot at, choked, bludgeoned but no one ever used a lance

Old enemies never forgot, they simply waited by and by
Some hoped I had died and the others just prayed that I’d die
These people used to stand in neighborhoods they believed I would frequent
But s**t, I’ve been escaping enemies since I was a juvenile delinquent

I owed so many people money that it’s hard to recall
I just knew I must have owed something to all
Due to dollars…..dope…… dirty deals and the like
The only one wasn’t searching for me was busy with his finger in a dike

So I was diligent in my efforts to evade debts unpaid
The only thing I didn’t need a loan for was to get laid
Then one day I ran into Big Billy and Dangerous Dave
And I know how close I came to writing this missive from my grave
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

DID YOU SNOW THAT BEFORE
That’s how it goes
The rain bounces off the concrete
And then some days it snows
When it’s difficult to lift one’s feet

Now imagine you have to get somewhere
A place where peace is found and personified
It doesn’t matter how far a trip you must bear
While thirteen inches of snow is by which your trip is defied

Now I’m talking about a place of perfect peace residing there
But hanging in a closet six miles away is your armor for protection
A place where few people would go from force or out of fear
But then you envision a shooting gallery where relaxation is found with every calming injection

while outside a tenement window a teenager views the snow
And he never need wonder why he ends up there within
He hears the soothing sigh of every shot and the sound of the wind to blow
While the teen knows that going to a damnable domain is a sacrilegious sin

Now that once young teenage boy has swiftly turned too old
Yet and still he treks anywhere a junkie goes
YET AND STILL A JUKIE KNOWS
It doesn’t matter if it’s 99 degrees or a freezing frigid and cold
Let’s look at it this way, at least there ain’t no grass to mow
And Lord knows this is one junkie ain’t going to be hampered by two feet of snow
© 2010.….Poefree

WORLD BORE ONE

I don’t know very much at all
But I know oak trees grow strong and tall
I don’t know why I sometimes stumble and fall
I know what I have, what I want and that which I need
And that each oak tree starts with one tiny seed

I can’t explain why some things are good or bad
I don’t understand why there’s less happy than sad
I do know that my good deeds are rewarded with a simple smile
And that each debutante begins with style

I don’t pretend to know important things
But I do know about wedding rings
Not that there’s a woman waiting for me
Because most women presume junkies like me will flee

Please don’t ask me queries I can answer not
I can tell you which cup of sassafras tea is cold and which is hot
I can feed the chickens, milk the cows and do some other chores
But I cannot for the life of me explain why there are so man f*****g wars
© 2011.…Phree

Love is a word to describe how I feel
Love is like nectar to nourish and heal
A heart once cold, now shines like the sun
Love is a word one will never outrun

When you look at someone with love in your heart
Your eyes are opened and you see the art
Art of a master, creator, and friend
You know that true love is never pretend

Love look past wrongs done each day
Love keeps you alert with little delay
When you are in love, you forgive and forget
You listen to their side, even when you are upset

Love is the greatest gift God gave
Love doesn't mean you never have to slave
Love doesn't hold anger, deceit or rage
Love finds the truth on every page

Love is never alone even when you get old
Love is a memory, keeps from the cold
Love is a poem, where every line rhymes
Love is an era, that never runs out of time

Love is a penny, shiny and new
Love is a color, in any bright hue
Love is a staple, that keeps us alive
Love is the reason so many survive

Love a flavor you can't live without
Love is a noise, you sometimes must shout
Love is a flower, fragrant and wild
Love is a precious beautiful child

Love is the answer to many a prayer
Love is the hope that you'll always be there
Love is a feeling, a kiss and touch
Love is an emotion, I crave very much

I tilled the soil in ground so bare
Then planted seeds in a garden square
A place of wonder, a mountain to hold
Both pansies and posies in colors so bold

With rake in hand I spread with care
With roses galore, with beauty to share
A life so wonderful, these friends I behold
Then I give them love, cause friendship is gold

Deep here in thought, songs play in the air
then the butterflies linger alone or in pairs
Sometimes it grows way out of control
But as each year passes more beauty unfolds

I watch them wake up and take time to prepare
I watch them grow tall with Spring in the air
A garden forgotten as weeds take hold
It unleashes it’s fury, and tales are told


Knee deep in soil, I planted these seeds
I watered my garden and pulled out it’s weeds
With fragrance aplenty and flowers to view
I planted this garden, just for you.

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

the other day i stumbled upon
something i'd been trying awhile,
to find but it was contingent on
my memory being more versatile

to where it was when last seen
by me or anyone else i think,
not right or left but in between,
recalled location my missing link

with much glee i picked it up and
my palm turned and rolled it around
what occurred after memory offhand
said it was nowhere to be found

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-13

the talking heads are also comics
these economic geniuses after years
are spouting praises of Misernomics
quick study concluded we're in arrears

and need to decapitalize life today
don't spend anything you ain't got
to forestall our tomorrow going away
good advice founding fathers caught

and don't pay for what you don't need
so therefore we'll cut back education
sound advice in sane person might heed
to better manage our bankrupt nation

and health and vitality merely frills
no need to waste our coins on want
when trying to cover economic ills
monetary mismanagement returns to haunt

what we want is to address our need
to count ourselves and sum our greed
those roads, bridges, electrical grids
mattered back when the things we did

were more important than take home pay
we'll keep it all and count it up
what you knew then, has now gone astray
soon Spend-it-omics could again erupt

our future, our kids, our progeny all
"This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want"
matters minor, in our countless pall
our poorest desire, the possible, too daunt

in the mean time we say "thanks a bunch"
We'll save our lives for better times
food for thought on societies free lunch
We'll save our monied economic crimes

as Silas Marner tabled reclusive coins
no weighty matters outweigh the economy
these fearful economic times purloined
might priorities reflect our tragicomedy?

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-06

I think I'll die before I live
from time to time, I suppose
life seems more take than give
a cynical opinion sometimes shows

Michael, Gabriel or Azrael may
come to bring me my pink slip
and leave my future in disarray
ticket punched for the return trip

yet if I can get the jump on it
go ahead and postulate anyhow
a posthumous life might better befit
than what I've got here right now

today's stance an intractable position
a life well lived, for argument's sake
could depart now of my own volition
and leave some witticism at my wake

then folks who knew me, not one iota
could say "just seemed to be so content"
"though lately colder than North Dakota"
"To hell is what I think was meant"

and maybe I'll live on in my words
to make life both meaningful and bold
'stead of day's living for the birds
a posthumous life a thing to behold

'course I might need to think again
considering all the prose and cons
my best thinkin' might be just insane
afterlife might be a big come on.

maybe it's not any better than this
my Shangri-La might be right here
too hard to look back and reminisce
if I just posthumously disappear

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-27