Quatrain Poems (303)

DID WILL, BILL AND GIL GET THEIR PILL?

I got this great idea to invent a pill
Make it so men can get pregnant as well
Dudes walking around in camouflage
Get a huge belly and know pregnancy is an un-earthly hell

This pill will be mandated and mandatory to ingest
Let’s let men do what women have been doing since Eve
Let the future climb out of Walter’s womb
With little baskets to make and baby blankets to weave

So mommy is in one hospital room and daddy’s in another
And our peaceful home will be noisy for quite a while
One kid from her and the other one from him
And the dad wonders how his wife can summon a smile

Don’t all of you get it, there’s been a problem for years?
And we should have monitored each and every birth
Because all we’ve accomplished is a problem made worse
And doesn’t everyone understand we are over-populating the earth?
© 2011.….~free cee!~ FREEPOETRY

NO FUTURE, NO FUN, ONLY FAILURE

Perhaps that’s bothers me most
Haunting and hunting for me as a ghost
She had to have known I’d end up injured
Yet ignored what I had suffered and endured

I put up with promises I knew were secretive dreams
I put up with wondering if the lady is what she seems
My second nature obviously beat the s**t out of my first
And not only that but second nature did its f*****g worst

She must have known my body, spirit and mind would fall apart
I have too much compassion and soul within my heart
So I provided what she needed with no price, bill or fee
But she had to have known the last man to do this to was me

So now I yearn to do all the things she knew I shouldn’t do
Like drinking and drugging myself half to death and that is nothing new
She’s comfy while I wish I were being welcomed into hell by it’s host
And perhaps that’s what bothers me most
© 2010.……free cee

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!~

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
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DO YOU THINK THIS REALLY EVER HAPPENED VS. EARLY RELEASE?
As if jail and then prison wasn’t un-seemly enough
You took pleasure in making things exponentially rough
Each day you’d awake me with a start
Rattling my cage and making sure I don’t get too smart

I have to take some time to read between every line
You gave me s**t and took what little was mine
I want to take a little bit of time for reflection
Since you’ve already taught me about rejection

When you can describe how I feel within
When you can scribe a document promising no more sin
When I can sleep in peace one cannot own but only lease
Then I can complete this puzzle with every required piece

But in fruition where I’m likely headed is right back here
It seems I don’t mind the threats, the darkness and the fear
And then I remember the c**k s*****g b***h of a wife who was always a curse
Well warden, I’ll stay in prison because living with her again would be far worse
© 2011.…..POEFREE ~free cee!~

NO FUTURE, NO FUN, ONLY FAILURE

Perhaps that’s bothers me most
Haunting and hunting for me as a ghost
She had to have known I’d end up injured
Yet ignored what I had suffered and endured

I put up with promises I knew were secretive dreams
I put up with wondering if the lady is what she seems
My second nature obviously beat the s**t out of my first
And not only that but second nature did its f*****g worst

She must have known my body, spirit and mind would fall apart
I have too much compassion and soul within my heart
So I provided what she needed with no price, bill or fee
But she had to have known the last man to do this to was me

So now I yearn to do all the things she knew I shouldn’t do
Like drinking and drugging myself half to death and that is nothing new
She’s comfy while I wish I were being welcomed into hell by it’s host
And perhaps that’s what bothers me most
© 2010.……free cee

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!~

CERTIFIED CURSE’S ASSISTANT


Did you know there are places our old folk are kept?
And if sadly they have no one else a guardian must decline or accept
If they choose to eat they’re served the cheapest part of the pig of course
However these elders aren’t aware that they may be eating horse

You’ve got your cocky little C.N.A.’s who think they have absolute power
And they’ll ignore the old people’s pleas at any particular hour
“You know, “ I said to one “Mrs. Wagner hasn’t eaten in more than ten days”
The C.N.A. responded “don’t make me no never mind ” and then she asked for a raise

Many of the Nurses are the same damned way
They don’t give a damn what the elderly have to you say
Cold sores, bed sores mount up by the score
But they say, “it’s five o’clock and I’m out the door”

So to wrap things up tidily some of those places will kill the old
And believe me because I saw it first hand and wasn’t just told
The C.N.A.’s run around not listening to what Mr. Hirsh said
Well perhaps they’ll take their job a little more serious when they find Mr. Hirsh dead

These professionals act without care or concern
So in school a lack of sympathy is the first thing they learn
The frail and elderly should receive mercy from the staff
Instead they are at thee mercy of the staff, and that ain’t no laugh © 2011.…Phreepoetree
(AND THE ADMINISTRATER HERE IS AN ALLIGATOR)

TALL FALL DOWN

Therein my sight mine eyes espied a structure tall and strong
I thought of the men who balance on beams as if tip toeing along a tight rope
Each effort is a ballet and everyone is where they belong
To erect from a miniature building a tower constructed by a grandiose type of hope

The architect had planned for any eventuality
Might wind be mighty and hit on high
In his mind’s eye he considered every conceivable contingency
And he grew more confident as every long day passed by

The steel,, the sweat, the fortitude of men devoted to what they do
And each night they kiss the kids and say “daddy worked real hard today”
Each wanted to instill in them a dedicated work ethic all would know was true
As that building grew higher, stronger and more impressive in every way

Derricks, front loaders, tractors and training
All to oversee the madness of a town
A construction made by the brave after struggling and straining
Until some deluded decuple of Allah straps on a bomb and brings the structure down
© 2011.….~free cee!~ freepoetry

A ROYAL REVERIE (i'm ready for my closeup mr. demille)

She sat by A brook of beauty
Liquid
Flowing gently
Rippling
she seemed too wondrous to wonder why she came to me
a calming brook, a cerulean blue sea
Cascading over rocks a billion years old
Well rested
yet and still over tested
As an old oak tree spoke to a weeping willow ‘twas heard to say
“weep not my rooted friend
For we all must meet our end”
The storms
The frozen Friday afternoons
And the heavy humid and horrid heat
Just relish in the fact that you live aside a brook of beauty
and pay homage to the foliage as your duty
that brook of beeauty will ever flow with liquidity................ downstream
Alas, the lovely was only the star of my dream
© 2011.….~free cee!~ Phreepoetee