Quatrain Poems (303)

I, I CAN TURN A SKY BLUE BUT NOT FOR YOU

There’s this woman who goes by the name of Mrs. Satan Incarnate
And I hesitate to use the word “hate”
Because my mama always told me to say “I don’t like something or someone”
And If you met her in person you’d swear she was a nun

But under her Habit is a nickel plated 45 caliber gun
Well I don’t need a gun, knife or spear
To beat you at your own game my dear
and these are words you need to hear

She always thinks she can outdraw me with her speed
But she knows not I enjoy making people bleed
Metaphorically speaking of course because that would be a horrific deed
still and all I don’t dig her the way I abhor gregarious people and greed

She thinks I’m a criminal who she can’t trust both day or night
And about that only she’s god-damned right
I don’t play no games and especially with women like her
Because a headache and nausea are all that which will occur

Hey baby, I ain’t no chump I’m a champ
And on your mouth I’d like to place a clamp
You write things about me with which I agree
But I’m advising you against discovering what my anger can degree

I can stare at The Holy Bible and make it burst into flames
And I think you must know how I take advantage of dames
So keep riling up my anger and you will see
Precisely how petulant and impatient I can be

So here is some advice you best heed
You are and have nothing I need
So don’t mess with me Mrs. Satan Incarnate
Because you will fleetingly discover the havoc I can create
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JACK WITH A BEER BACK

I decided to take me a on a little road trip
Just me and Jack Daniels so I took me a sip
Mr. Daniels with a chaser I didn’t need
And neither Jack nor I knew where the road would lead

At mile marker number 15 I drank me some more
Jack told me I needed some food so we stopped at a store
Bought me some bologna, cheese and a six pack of beer
Revved up my ride and threw her in gear

Mr. Daniels demanded I go a lot faster
And pretty soon that bottle became my master
A nip of Jack and a sip of beer is all I required
Some people might have but I never grew tired

The road stretched before us as if it were our guide
Exactly where we were headed we didn’t decide
Mr. Daniels sat next to me insisting where I steer
While in the back seat sat a silent six pack of beer

Jack and the beer were having some convoluted conversation
But I told them both to shut up or I’d lose my concentration
I held tightly to the wheel as we sped down the road
With me unawares that soon I’d be carrying a heavy load

My vehicle vied with a violation of the law
We wanted to go to a barr but ended up at that store
Days later when I finally got home I cursed Mr. Daniels for what he had willed
And then the Judge gave me twenty-five to forty-five for the three young people I killed
© 2011.….Phreepoetree

WERE, WAS, ISN’T, AIN’T

Many words were at my disposal
As I recounted my proposal
Not upon my bended knees
But all it took was a sacred “please”

Flowery words could have flourished with my speech
I could have said “remember how infatuated we were on that sun-bleached beach”
There were words whirling inside my head
Every syllable that soon might be said

I could have talked about a love so great which was ever ours
A union that brought together two forces with fourfold powers
I could have talked about the fact that we were a team
And how it all started with one starry bright dream

I could have told you why the universe deems what it brings
I could have told you how you drenched me in wondrous things
But then you drenched me in depression that caused me to do anything except die
………………………..I could have said so many things but in sum and total I said, “goodbye”
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WHEN HOPE TURNED TO DOPE

My memories of yesterday are hazy at best
Perhaps they’ve faded away at retribution’s request
Yet somehow I remember popcorn and pop-guns as a child
And then came seventeen when I discovered poppy plants grow wild

My adolescent days are difficult to recall
I hardly remember too many of them at all
But with great difficulty I found a way to cope
For then came seventeen when I discovered dope

I remember she and me holed up in a seedy hotel
It wasn’t but should have been dubbed “Hotel Hell’
Because that’s where the shadows of its hallways had finally led
While I was shooting up on the floor and she upon the bed

In the land of the rising sun is from where the powder came
And there was no one except she and I to blame
Somehow slanted eyes knew precisely what to do
And how to make heroin from the poppies they all grew

We’d checked into that hotel with empty luggage in tow
We left them behind so the clerk never knew when we’d go
We ran up a charge for room service to order up some food
But the dope we had injected mitigated hunger’s mood

Seventeen is now coming upon seventy too fast
And ever fades the remembrances of a very shady past
They are mostly visions my mind commands me not to save
However before I turned twenty I was visiting six very good friend’s grave
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I AM NOW AN OPTIMISTIC MYSTIC

I’m doing better than when we were together
The universe has granted me delicate weather
Today I can laugh at the mistake you made
For today a thousand tomorrows I wouldn’t trade

Life is easier without the doubt of loving you
And it’s like my soul is hovering above the blue
Just like an angel with wings that never molt
And my body is always a safe distance from a lightening bolt

In the morning I awake with a smile because you left
And to think others believed I’d be left bereft
But that’s because they didn’t know the you I knew
As my body is still hovering beyond the blue

So life for you can be rich but I don’t care
Because I no longer have to suffer you being unfair
You can be donning diamonds, mink and imported Italian leather
Because I’m doing better today then when we were together
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DOES YOUR 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*ck because I’m that god-damned cool
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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!~~

LOOK ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO CLAIM TO BE A POET I AM HERE TO TELL YOU WHAT REAL POETRY IS--REAL POETRY IS THE SOUL OF A LADY THAT CAN MAKE A WEARY MAN DO WHAT HE MUST---REAL POETRY IS A LADY WHO CAN MAKE ME SMILE DESPITE THE FACT THAT IT HURTS ME PHYSICALLY TO DO SO---POETRY IS THIS LADY'S LAUGHTER----BUT MOST OF ALL POETRY IS THE SUNDAY SHE WAS BORN IN A SILENT WARD WHEN HER PARENTS SHOULD HAVE NAMED HER "JOY" BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT SHE IS TO ME AND TO ANY OF YOU WHO DEEM YOURSELVES POETS, SHE IS POETRY---"JOY" I KNOW YOU DESERVE SO MUCH MORE THAN THIS MEAGER OFFERING BUT MY WORDS ARE ALL I HAVE TO GIFT YOU WITH, OH AND A BOTTLE OF RAGGAE CHAMPAGNE BECAUSE YOU INTOXICATE ME SIMPLY BY BEING YOU-------
SHE IS STRONG AND I AM ALWAYS WRONG

How much can you forgive?
Can you forgive the way I live?
Can you overlook the multitude of mistakes I make?
And can you teach me to give more than I take?

I heard all about the horrors of your past
With a deep love until death made it one that wasn’t meant to last
For he left you when he was far too young
Which dashed all the dreams to which you both clung

You lost your soul mate and that makes me weep
And it seems the seeds you sow create sorrow no one wants to reap
As I imagine people say “that’s awful, but life must go on”
But they don’t know a life that has been bitter since he’s been gone

And so you seek and so you roam
And so you do what you must and then come home
Where you curse the silence of the living room where you and he would speak
As the lack of his lilting voice now hushed must leave you weak

I know were I you I’d probably pray to die
And need you beg to ask me why?
Your soul mate left and took with him your holy soul
And I can envision your heart that bears a canyon deep hole

An emptiness that may never be filled
And loneliness that sadly may forever be willed
Oh wouldst that I could fill that darkened hole
And urge whispers of wonder wouldst be my goal

I’d like nothing more than to share time of smiles with you
but we both know that scream and cry is what you’d rather do
and I’d also like nothing more than to grant you glee
so again I ask you, how much can you forgive of me?
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BELIEVE ME ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO THINK YOURSELVES POETS THIS DOESN'T DO "JOY" JUSTICE---I LIKE LIKING YOU GIRL! YOU ARE UNMITIGATED BEAUTY!
WITH ALL THE ADORATION I CAN SUMMON I SAY
THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU AND
THANK YOU FOR MAKING MIDNIGHT DARKNESS BRIGHT!
FONDLY--YOUR free!~

A STAR LOST LOVER

Swear I to you the following be true
Just like a year there are many seasons
Well if the truth be made known to you
I love you for a litany of reasons

The way you would play little game
Perhaps just to keep me on my toes
The very first time I saw you I would know thy name
And no matter what I dubbed thee “Rose”

For none so grand as red amongst green
And a bud which was made to bloom for fame
I beheld you Rose but would not disturb the scene
Because you are glorious and I would not chance the blame

I’ve never held your hand because fate is fickle indeed
nor have I ever been wrapped by the warmth and comfort of you
For thee my royal Rose I would weep and/or bleed
And as all star crossed lovers I’d do that which they are forced to do

I’d stand afar yet observe and grin at your grace
With your loveliness and the graceful way you grow upon the vine
I wouldst feel blessed were I to place a smile on your face
And believe me Rose, I weep because you’ll never be mine
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For Glory, who is more than I‘ll ever be, yet brings the best out in me….
NO MORE DADDY’S HANDS

Daddy has his demands
Especially at night
And oh the size of his great big hands
Yet Daddy was deemed delight

But it hurts me when the darkness rules
And onto my bed climbs pain and humiliation
It did no good to claim him king of fools
Because he had a need to fuel his fascination

"No daddy" I’d beg with blood in my voice
And a plea that would go unheard
As for a little girl i wasn’t offered a choice
And mommy wouldn’t have believed one solitary word

There were no words to ease my pain
While I imagined visiting foreign lands
I’d close my eyes as part of my soul was slain
“Oh no,” I’d silently plead, “no more daddy’s hands”
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