Quatrain Poems (303)

ANYBODY GOT ME A COT?

So here’s the problem as I see the situation
No one ever looks around too well
Survey the area and it will lead to information
Then follow me, because I found the map to Hell

I mean if you ask me that’s where everyone is bound
Name me one person you know who never sins
So I searched up, down, on the landscape and the ground
Now follow me because this is where the madness begins

It begins and ends with fire, heat and unbearable screams
And I’m telling you to get ready for the fire
But remember, prepare yourself for damnable dreams
Because Hell is reserved for every sinner, sucker and liar

In Hell ain’t nobody got no cot, no hammock nor bed
And I tell you to look around at every man, woman and child
Keep the fact that you’re going to Hell firmly planted in your head
Because hell is the price one pays for the planet we earthlings defiled
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IMMACULATE SIN

Darling don’t you find it odd
No matter if rain falls softly or hard
Somehow your house stands on dry sod
And your home requires no lightening rod
Because it never rains in your back yard

The rain could pour on the east to the west
While robins wait for rainbows and the sun to dry their nest
By the god of rain your abode must be both betrothed and blessed
For your land stands dry while we survey the rest
Perhaps it never rains in your yard because you’re Mother Nature’s greatest guest

I am always there to see the rain begin
You with your roof of armor and tin
The rain on other people’s rooftops make quite a din
And I wonder if rain is repelled by one who suffers no sin
As you grace me with your dimpled grin

No one at all knows how you do what you do
So the amount of believers are really quite few
I would like a logical answer I believe I am due
Why is there constantly a pink and blue sky above you?
And she said “it’s due to the immaculate way in which I love you”
© 2011.…Phreepoetree

HIDE AND GROW WEAK

It was a very slow progression
But a very long depression
I’d try to say the words she needed to hear
While I watched temptation as it grew near

Her laughter was my playground and play we did
I was out seeking her while my little girl hid
She used to get angry when I wouldn’t play house
And then there was “Tiny, her tiny pet mouse

Her friends would sleep over and have a pillow fight
I’d be sitting in the living room hearing screams of delight
She was little and loved pancakes with peaches and cream
But now her childhood seems to me only a very short dream

She met Billy and he stole away all of my hope
He got her to follow as he started shooting dope
I watched a free little girl turn into another man’s slave
And that’s why I’m kneeling now at my young daughter’s grave
(© 2011.….Poefree

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
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CHARMING AND ALARMINGLY DISARMING

A seventeen year old white kid shouldn’t be in such a place
And shouldn’t be in such a lady’s embrace
Yet there strolled I in the darkness of desperation
And all too soon it became a hazardous occupation

My eyes saw the midnight moon but it mattered not
I went there whether the weather was frigid or hot
Strolling among people so different than me
Yet the lady would not let any of us live free

My eyes widened when I saw what was straight ahead
A lady that could leave me comatose or dead
yet a seventeen year old white kid sat on the street
Craving in the cold and scared of the summer time’s heat

A seventeen year old white boy shouldn’t be there
And back then that lady fully filled people with fear
But I needed immediate relief only she could provide
As I continued to let the lady become my only guide

All those years ago among friends I was the only one
And day by day heroin had me on the run
Searching on corners and looking in bars
While a white boy in Harlem at midnight may as well have been on Mars

I was a stranger meeting strangers by the score
And that’s what I’d done a hundred times or more
Because no matter what was happening the lady displayed her charm
And that lady, Ms. Heroin, grew more grievous with every shot in my arm
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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

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

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!~

EXTRAORDINARY EXTRAMENT

There’s only a very supreme segment of society who get it
This ain’t a planet, it’s just a floating orb formed of “s**t
Now pathetic people are pissing on it and it’s going to turn into mud
Yet and still human beings are running around afraid of a flood

A flood? Are they delusional is what I’d like to know?
Because a flood ain’t gonna compare to the fire and snow
What Job went through with locusts and boils will seem like nil
And quite frankly, I’ve had my f*****g fill

I’m tired, I’m exhausted, I’m played out and weary
And a one world government is making me leery
“The New World Order” frightens me but not as much as Mack
Oh, Mack’s the dude down the street who lives in a makeshift shack

He only frightens me because he ain’t afraid
And he might also know from what this planet was made
My Grandson may inherit a world where peace and pride are a thing of the past
And if people keep puking on this puny planet it simply cannot last
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WHERE THEY KEEP THE MULTI-COLORED PILLS OF PEACE
or PILLS IN PINK, PURPLE AND PANIC
I want to do something I’ve never done before
No, I don’t need to challenge the English Channel’s shore
It’s not seeing that lovely’s body with her clothes on my floor
And I certainly don’t want to blow up any babies or participate in a war

I want to do something I’ve always wanted to do
Perhaps climb in a cage with two hungry lions at the zoo….
The last thing I want is to become Jesus Christ’s whore
And I reiterate that I don’t want to participate in a war

I’d like enough time to watch a flower from seed to grow
And oddly enough I don’t care to know everything I should know
Hey, I’m just living by rolling the m****r f*****g dice
So I’m begging any one well-adjusted for adjudicated advise

So here sit I upon a chair thinking about what I’d do that I’ve never done
And needless to say, a will not war therefore I have no need for a gun
My hunger is salivating to do something new that is not a complete bore
Oh yes, I’d like to be secreted away in a closed and completely empty drug store
© 2011.....Phreepoetree ~free cee!~