Quatrain Poems (303)

DOPE DESTROYS THAT WHICH HOPE PROTECTS

Those aren’t really maggots, it ain’t even a flightless fly
That’s just the look of putrid and putrefied flesh when you die
Those aren’t really moles down there, they ain’t even mice
But I’ll tell you, the stench of death comes at quite a price

Every May fourteenth I do things Bobby’s way
December third is reserved for barbara's day
Lucy died at exactly midnight on the fifth or six of May
So was she buried that day or the next, only heaven can say?

Maggots may squirm and squirm like a worm
But a dead body can only be steady and firm
That’s a directive from a powder with intoxicating perfume
But we all know it's only about death, destruction and doom

Mother earth awaits our kin and our kind
Be they ordinary, or f*****g out of their mind
Fridays are for lovely Sherry and how she always rendered mirth
And as of today more than half of my friends occupy the earth
© 2011.….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

DIET TRIBE

So two other junkies and me were standing on the corner of Main St. and Vine
Talking all kinds of bulls**t about this will be his and that will be mine
It was Steven, Michael and me threatening, cajoling and then making a demand
Steve looks in my direction and says “screw me once and I’ll lop off your hand, understand?

What neither of them knew was I didn’t invent being slick I just made it into an art form
Tonguing pills, hiding s**t, and waking up in the hospital ain’t the norm
“Yes nurse, and thank you for bringing me my pills”
Now get the hell out of my hospital room before your Florence Nightingale blood spills

Of course another O.D. was the reason I was there
And Doc said, with his best bestowed bedside manner, “perhaps I didn’t make myself quite clear”
“Listen, if you continue shooting dope the way you are now death could be imminent
Yeah Doc, well how about the fact that I’ve been daring death since I’m a f*****g infant

He continued with a diatribe I’ve heard from a tribe and lovers too
Of course you don’t think for a second any of them got through
My ears were closed as were the cerulean blue eyes through which I see
And as Steve did, I tell all my new acquaintances not to be f**king with me

So here we are back at the corner of Vine and Main
A corner, mind you, on which a few cohorts of mine have been slain
And then it was time for me to go meet Pedro inside
But the ending to this showdown was for disaster to decide

We’d all pooled our money together and came up with a hundred and five bucks
The connection was mine so I wasn’t worried about those two stupid f***s

I was going to get quite a bit for myself and the two fools downstairs wanted some more
But with due disrespect, those a**- h***s didn’t realize the tenement had an open back door
© 2011.….Phree ~free cee!~

TAKING IT TO THE HEAT


I recommended that she leave this junkie before the discord
Now she’s boarding the same ship I’m about to board
The water and it’s waves may be rough
But being that lady’s lover is way too tough

The woman doesn’t understand I’m setting her free
She should scramble through the brambles to flee from me
Arid is the desert that used to be my heart
But she came along so my ship could set an open chart

I can’t scream loud enough when taking it to the sea
People stare but no longer care because they just say “I’m glad that ain’t me’”
And when the lady heats up she almost bursts into flames
She’s an oven and singed many men, or so the lady claims

I tried ranting, raving, running, regretting and just letting go
It’s torrid living with the lady, and that she’s got to know
Her beauty still shines when yo remove the paint from her lips and the rouge from her cheek
And now, because she came a long,this ship has a rapid leak
© 2011.…Phree ~free cee!~

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

COOKIES, MILK, MONKEY BARS AND GUNS

We helped lay the foundation for your factories~
Then fought with enmity against your enemies~
We rode the rails to another pristine city or town~
And now thanks to our pollution the rivers are burnt sienna brown~

We populated your cities with children you could not feed~
So we tried to feed them with nutrition and railed against greed~
We filled the school houses with pupils and play time fun
But now too many of them stroll into school packing a gun

They listen to songs sung backwards for a hint or a clue
As prosecutors and juries wonder why they do what they do
They do what they do because sorrow and hatred prevail
And not only them but most of us are all doomed to fail

For all of us with certainty certainly will fall
Because too few of us will stand straight, stalwart and tall
Then millions of students rush out after the dismissal bell
As some godless adults set an open course destined for Hell
© 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