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Frosted Panes - re-post

                                   
When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house, where you wove that coloured tapestry
With all the glorious memories of your life upon the sea

With weathered palm so deeply etched with every season past
You rubbed a porthole in the center of the frosted glass
Where outside in splendour lie a winter-wonderland
As halos rose above your head from a pipe bowl in your hand

And there upon a rocking chair as smoke rings filled the air
We rocked across a sea of dreams wind tangled in our hair
To lands I’d never been before we stepped upon those shores
And through your eyes I saw each one and still I wanted more

The morning passed in dreams between two pairs of eyes of green       
As the world outside held its breath in a sea of snowy cream
And when the chill of winter melted from the windowpane
The whistling kettle on the stove brought us home again

You held my hand and looked at me with that twinkle in your eyes
And told me you would be my Captain 'til the day I died
So when winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again 

             ~~~~~


Written:  Jan 15, 2011

Author:  Elaine George
First Place in Brian Strand's contest:  Let's See
4th   Place In - Anything goes contest

In loving memory of my Dear Papa 'Captain James George'.


Authors Note:
When I was a child of three, I Went to live for a year with my Grandparents in Nova 
Scotia. At that time my Grandfather was a retired Sea Captain of a Three Mast 
Schooner. He had spent most of his life at sea, taking lumber and coal to New 
Brunswick and various ports in the U.S. and in the winter months, would carry on  to 
pick-up and deliver  cargo in the  West Indies. Although my time with him was short, 
the memories we shared have comforted me through-out the years.  
~~~~~


   
 


 


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Kiss the Rain

I'm leaving now, but here is a reminder
'Twill bring to you the days we walked through rain
So when you wish to feel my hand in yours
Or stroke your dripping hair-- Then kiss the rain

Though leaving now, I wish I could be with you
So when you feel o'erwhelmed with grief or pain
And long for my caress upon your face,
The rain will touch instead-- So kiss the rain

Whenever you have tho'ts of this sad parting
And salty tears your lovely cheeks do stain
To feel the tears for you I'll surely have
Do this, and I will too-- Go kiss the rain

Whenever you are longing for my presence
And times that we went strolling down the lane
I'll whisper soft endearments on the breeze
So heed the sighing wind-- And kiss the rain

If ever you should pine to hear me speaking
The thunder might burst forth with glorious main*
While drops that fall are sure to be my tears,
To feel them wet your skin-- Just kiss the rain



* Power or Force


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Daddy's Girl

She was a Daddy's girl
The apple of his eye
Somehow things change
as the years go by

His hugs and kisses
Vanished like the sun
He became serious
Instead of being fun

She wanted to be noticed
Purple hair and pierced nose
She started wearing black
From her head to her toes

He said he was leaving
A new family he had
He said not to worry
He'd always be her dad

She didn't shed a tear
As daddy walked away
Still pain needs expression
She cuts her skin each day

If you see her tatoo
It's a black broken heart
Printed with Daddy's Girl
Her life expressed through art


I wrote this one for Donna Jones
to answer some of the questions
she had about my Watch poem.




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My Heart is Set

My heart is set in love for thee
I sha'nt be satisfied
Until thou come along with me
The swells of life to ride

My heart is set upon thy face
So lovely, so sublime
Could I but drink thy charming grace
'Twould end my earthly time

My heart is fixed on that of thee
I find it ever true
I would thy servant gladly be
If serve I could for you

My heart is fixed upon thy voice
With silver tones and clear
To hear it oft would be my choice
Throughout my ev'ry year

My heart is set upon thy smile
Upon thy sparkling eyes
For thee I'd walk the extra mile
And comfort all thy sighs

In all, my heart is wholly placed
Within thy tender hands
To hold or break as well thou say'st
Upon life's shifting sands


 

 ~ 8.6.8.6 metre- ABAB rhyme- Iambic rhythm ~


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Farewell To Her

I grieve a life that can't exist
for things that could not be
of cherished plans that upped and left
of a girl no longer me

I grieve my dreams that slumber on
that I can not wake from sleep
and as another does drift away
for it's emptiness I weep

I mourn the loss of who I was
of possibilities and more
and wave farewell to a life not had
as she walks out through the door

I sit and ache for what is not
for the girl that can't be me
of things that only might have been
for the she that can not be.

Brian Strand's contest 'A first 50 posting' (July 2011)
1st place


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Little Girl's Dog

Princess, mommies mad at you
you chewed her favorite shoe...
I heard her say some real bad words
she tried to find you to...

I think you better hide somewhere
she says that you've been bad...
The other day you hid her socks
that made her really mad...

She says that you've been digging holes
when you go out to play...
She tripped and fell because of you 
and that your gonna pay...

I know your not a real bad dog
some things you just can't touch...
Mommy wont be mad for long
we love you very much...


All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2013


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Crimson Slippers

Opening the doors to the old studio I find A playful capriole sprinted across my mind Into a sashay and a glissade I drifted back I could hear the teachers stick go tap.tap.tap Once a prestigious ballet school of great poise Filled with music as our slippers sounded with noise The mirrors are cracked and the floors dusty Rain soaked wood left the room smelling musty The charm stayed behind as if waiting for me Spotlighting a ballerina to The goddess of the sea The young girl danced flawlessly then took a bow Then sashayed off the stage without a moistened brow An old battered piano appeared across from me Bearing red ballet shoes like a crimson canopy Charm embraced her while honoring her memory As I looked into the mirror I saw that girl was me Carole Cookie Arnold 2010


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The Birth Of A Girl The Birth Of A Boy

In a forest a girl was born   
A girl born oh so poor
This girl then caused this world now torn
Her birth opens a sore

But we do not now this girl mourn
She was left some money
A thrifty woman not to scorn
Then a taste of honey

She met a man she was forlorn
Bore a son Alois
Unwed and aging, no ring worn
No ring, so still a Miss.

Her bastard son none could be warned
When his mother did wed
He gave a name the world did scorn
A name that all wished dead

If his mother knew what was born
Hitler the name we know
I wonder would she have  been torn?
To give him birth, or no.

© 09/01/2013 ~GG~

Contest Entry.


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The Youthful Valentine

Boy:
I spotted something on the ground
A crumpled valentine
And when I picked it up I found
This valentine was mine

"Why won't she be my valentine?
She turned her face away
Come back and be my valentine
Oh please come back and stay."

But still she walked the path ahead
A glance she did not waste
I tossed away the heart of red
And ran to her in haste.

"Why won't you be my valentine?
Don't turn your face away
Come back and be my valentine
Oh please come back and stay."

Girl:
"I cannot be your valentine
Because my heart could break
If all my heart were bound in thine 
Perhaps my heart you'd take."

Boy:
"Oh won't you be my valentine?
Your heart I'd never break
Were all your heart bound up in mine
I ne'er your heart would take."
Girl:
"So sweet you are to seek me out
So kind to understand
I did not mean to run or pout
So please accept my hand,

"Because I'll be your valentine
I'll turn no more away
Oh please do place your hand in mine
For I am here to stay."


First place entry in "Be My Valentine" contest.


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Adoptive Mommy

“Where’s my Mommy?” Whimpered a fearful voice, As the little blind girl cried, She couldn’t understand why her mommy was gone No matter how hard she tried. It was only her third Christmas, And Mommy was the only gift she sought. Searching the worn-torn streets, she said, “Oh, Mommy!” As a tender arm she caught. A soldier girl from a foreign land Felt a tug on her uniform sleeve, And said as she reached down with heart and hand, “I’ll be your Mommy this Christmas Eve.”
—James E. Tate


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She was Returned

It has been many years since his daughter was lost
If he could bring her back, he would at all costs
Ever since that day he has wandered and roamed
Turned his back on his family, and their loving home

His life on the road left him dishevelled and broke
When he thinks back to the past, it leaves him in choke
Another day on his lonesome travels
A stranger he meets and their discussions unravel

This old man he has met all mysterious and dark
Told him of times going back as far as the Ark
Tales of the Templar's and Merlin the Magician
After hearing the mans story he began to begin

       "I lost my daughter a number of years ago
        She drowned whilst on holiday under a still water flow
        I couldn't comprehend the loss of her life
        The pressure of living, I left my home and my wife"

   "What would you do if your girl could be returned
    Have you ever wondered if fate could be unearned
    If this was possible, would you offer your life
    For your daughter to return to her mother your wife"

   "Remember, many years have passed her death by
    For her past to be relived, there is a reply
    Knights of the ages will descend from their dark
    They will then strike you down, as you begin your embark"
  
       "My life I have not lived for many a year
        For me to lose mine, I gladly volunteer
        I will die happy for all eternity
        Knowing my daughter will grow old, as it should be"

The old man chants a script of the past
Of an ancient time when fate was cast
The power of they to be able to reverse
To balance their return, they have to reimburse

   "Midnight skies will turn to purple cobalt blues
    Six Templar Knights will stand and surround you
    At your request they will strike you down
    On the sixth stroke, you will face your death gown"

   "A light will appear of which you'll travel through
    But before you do, a young girl runs to you
    Your daughter, in pink and red will run from the light
    She'll run through your soul, as your sleep starts tonight"

The old mysterious man continues on his way
As he passes a house on a hot Summers day
In the garden there sits, a daughter and mother
Discussing the loss of her father, as they begin to recover

She tells of the day whilst on holiday years ago
My husband your father, lost under a still water flow
As we comprehend the loss of his life
Leaving behind his daughter and wife


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Taylor's Gift

When Taylor arrived in heaven
It seems she was missing a heart
There was a mother using it
Taylor's gift gave her a new start

Although Taylor's life has ended
Her heart is beating purposefully 
Each beat a life is made more whole
A triumph born of tragedy 

When young Taylor crossed the threshold
From temporary to Devine
The angels gathered around her
She knew everything would be fine

Some gifts require sacrifice
Yet her mom heard her heart still beats
One day they will be reunited
In the end death fails to defeat

Now on earth two mothers embrace
As Taylor looks down with a smile
A gift changes temporary
A fixed mom can stay for a while.



I watched a video about a families tragedy
and was moved to write this poem.
Look up Taylor's gift. 




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The Rhinoceros That Roared

~The Rhinoceros That Roared~ The Wrinkled skin of the Rhinoceros Steel hard, no man can penetrate The young buck on the tourist bus Thought if he killed one, his lovers heart he could take. He wanted to be a macho man... But he was just a spoilt rich boy He took his souped up jeep out there He roared the engine of his favorite toy. The horn of the Rhino he wanted to win To give to the girl he loved, as a prize It is supposed to be an aphrodisiac But he was in for a great big surprise. He faced the Rhino in his souped up jeep The Rhino looked bored, if one can, so to speak… Pedal to the metal, head on towards the horn The wheels spun, the earth showered, the Rhino looked forlorn. The jeep roared at the Rhino, who opened his mouth up wide Just as the souped up idiot hit-and he drove on right inside The Rhino swallowed and walked away with a jaunty gate The girl he lost, he disappeared, for them it was to late… Tales are told in whispered voice still through out the land They tell of a Rhino who does strange things when his temper is fanned His eyes flash, his feet spin, a horn beeps, and more Just don’t get in front of him, because you can hear an engine roar…
©~GG~ 19/08/2012


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Is It

In dark shadows I see a fleeting glimpse,
A girl with long blonde hair and eyes of blue,
I glance again and she is gone from sight,
And I wonder if, if that girl is you.

Is it the girl, who claimed my heart as hers,
One winter’s day while dancing through the town?
The girl who showed me the meaning of love
While making me smile by acting the clown.

But I know it is mere wishes and dreams,
My cold mind knows my love cannot be there,
Now she dances with the moon and the stars,
As the gods hold her safely in their care.

Some days I feel so alone without you,
Without the love that held me close each night,
So I look into the shadows again
To see that smile and know all will be right.






Form: Sicilian Quatrains


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free cee THE GIRL NEXT DOOR GETS NEXT TO THE BOY NEXT DOOR song

This is a song to be sung by a lady so if there's one out there who thinks this worthy, sings and writes music take this and run with it.  The only thing I want is the knowledge that someone used it...thanks if anyone can do this:
    THE GIRL NEXT DOOR GETS NEXT TO THE BOY NEXT DOOR

I remember when the boy next door first knocked upon my door
I’d seen him washing his ninety-six Chevy two days before
He was shirtless and sweating while wetting down his wheels
And that is when a lady’s desire and lack of better judgment congeals

I think it was blue with writing that read “Body By Design”
I’m talking about the shirt of a man I’d like to make mine
With ripples and his rough spots in all the perfect places
Yet soft enough to hold me and enfold me in his embraces

The boy next door had a two-door Chevy he named “Beth”
He saw me as I walked by in short-shorts and very short of breath
The boy next door was breathtaking with eyes of beautiful blue
Someone who could make this girl next door’s dreams come true

But who, I wondered, was this lady by the name of Beth
Could he have confused the “B” as in boy with an “S” as in Seth?
Yes, that’s the circumstance now I’m sure with certainty
His name is Seth, there is no Beth, and I know that certainly

I remember when the boy next door first knocked upon my door
I’d seen him washing his ninety-six Chevy two days before
He was shirtless and sweating while wetting down his wheels
And that is when a lady’s desire and lack of better judgment congeals

That boy next door went from door to door looking for a kiss
While I waited at my door for the boy next door to come and kiss this miss
Finally we kept kissing and his beauty made my feverish flesh cold
And still gives me chills and thrills while he carries me over the threshold

The boy next door had a two-door Chevy that he named “Beth”
He saw me as I walked by in short-shorts and very short of breath
The boy next door was breathtaking with eyes of beautiful blue
The boy next door who made this girl next door’s dreams come true
And now the boy next door is the boy next door no more
Since that boy next door and I now share the very same front door
The very same…………… front door!
                      © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~ 





















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I Married My Flower Girl

This may sound a little bizarre
But listen to my tale of love
A tale so rare, so tender, so sweet
Transcends all others above

Way back in nineteen-fifty-seven
Sweet Linda and I were married
Our flower girl was her eight year old sister
A bouquet of roses she carried

Linda and I enjoyed many great years
Till tragedy struck in ninety-eight
Contracting a very rare form of cancer
A disease that sealed her fate

Sadly she passed away early next year
Losing her courageous fight
Gave her blessing to our flower girl and me
Her dying wish... we would unite

Never guessing two years down the road
Our lives would again collide
Flower girl Cathie so demure and sweet
Walked down the aisle as my bride

@Jack Ellison 2012


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free cee HERE IS TO YOU CJ A SONGSTRESS SUPRMEM

I wrote this song for a true pro....if you want a sample of her talent go to CJBELL.NET
           SMOKE ‘EM IF YOU BOTTOM

I’m  just a young girl who’s ripe for the pickin’
But momma always cautioned me to simply say no
I can shake it with a wiggle and things could get clickin’
But momma always said to protect what I got below
      REPRISE: (slightly different melody perhaps???)

Yeah I got what all those crazy young men crave
And I don’t mind much what they have in mind
but momma also told me that I should behave
and protect at all costs what my body bares behind
     (return to original melody)
So I shake what God gave me with pride and a price
And the cost is too high for any of these young turks
But momma always cautioned me that I should be nice
And not consort with just any John, Joe or jerks
                  Reprise:
Because I’m just a young girl who’s ripe for the pickin’
But Momma always emphasized, “girl, simply say no”
I can shake it with a wiggle and things could get clickin’
But momma always said to protect what I got below

So watch as I wiggle by with a wink of my eye (having a bit of trouble w/this line)
And shake my tempting and taunting little bottom
But when I am done singing you dudes’ll need a cigarette
So my momma says, “boys, smoke ‘em if you got ‘em
         REPEAT WITH A FLOURISH
Yeah now my momma says, “all you pretty little boys 
beleaguered by her bottom
……………………smoke ‘em if you got ‘emmmmmmm!”
 © 2013 copyright PHREEPOETREE……~free cee! ~


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free cee HERE IS TO YOU CJ A SONGSTRESS SUPRMEM

I wrote this song for a true pro....if you want a sample of her talent go to CJBELL.NET
           SMOKE ‘EM IF YOU BOTTOM

I’m  just a young girl who’s ripe for the pickin’
But momma always cautioned me to simply say no
I can shake it with a wiggle and things could get clickin’
But momma always said to protect what I got below
      REPRISE: (slightly different melody perhaps???)

Yeah I got what all those crazy young men crave
And I don’t mind much what they have in mind
but momma also told me that I should behave
and protect at all costs what my body bares behind
     (return to original melody)
So I shake what God gave me with pride and a price
And the cost is too high for any of these young turks
But momma always cautioned me that I should be nice
And not consort with just any John, Joe or jerks
                  Reprise:
Because I’m just a young girl who’s ripe for the pickin’
But Momma always emphasized, “girl, simply say no”
I can shake it with a wiggle and things could get clickin’
But momma always said to protect what I got below

So watch as I wiggle by with a wink of my eye (having a bit of trouble w/this line)
And shake my tempting and taunting little bottom
But when I am done singing you dudes’ll need a cigarette
So my momma says, “boys, smoke ‘em if you got ‘em
         REPEAT WITH A FLOURISH
Yeah now my momma says, “all you pretty little boys 
beleaguered by her bottom
……………………smoke ‘em if you got ‘emmmmmmm!”
 © 2013 copyright PHREEPOETREE……~free cee! ~


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free cee My giRLfRieNd sAId tO deLETe tHIs

   MY GIRLFRIEND SAID TO DELETE THIS

I asked her to travel with me
from the east coast to the west
I promised the trip would make us feel free
“so please, join me on a restful quest”

we began in Jersey while snow was on the ground
headed for the west where the sun goes down last
we didn't really care to where we were bound
but I recall the desert being blistering hot and viciously vast

along the way we saw a hitch hiker with her thumb held out
she looked young, innocent and with striking good looks
my spouse did her good deed, fancying herself a girl scout
and even though my wife picked her up the trip was going by the books

at one point I pointed my eyes to the back
and there sat a young girl in a very short skirt
if tantalizing is a talent this girl had a knack
then I realized I was driving and had better stay alert

we continued on and at one point my wife had to pee
and that's when I found out why men do what they do
no one could have predicted what came to be
after I frisked her fresh body while looking at eyes of blue 

my hands and lips wandered everywhere
and we made love like my wife and I hadn't for years
in the back seat moans and groans were all you could hear
cooking in the car under a southern sun that sears

we had just enough time to make a decision
somehow my wife had to go
to I took out my hunting knife and made an incision
and my desire sliced her from head to toe

that young girl and I made our way to the west
making love and making believe my wife's death didn't occur
all I know is now I'm spending life in jail at the judge's behest
and now I don't give a sh*t what happened to her
   © 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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A WOMAN'S BEAUTY

A woman's beauty
Lies not in her nudity
But in the functionality of her brain
And the direction of her thought's train.


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Angel of the Night

black sky chill runs to the bone
as I shudder from the pain
fitful sleep in bed alone
a face without a name

a vision soft in morning's light
the memory soon forsaken
the one I want to hold so tight
is gone when I awaken.


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Your Beauties Glow

To you alone 
My heart is sold
As the days go
Your beauty grows

As time flies by
i have to sigh 
When you walk by
And catch my eye

I cannot think 
Or even blink
As it may seem 
Only a dream

To you alone 
I have to sigh 
And just walk by 
Your beauties glow


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Bunny Wabbits

A cute little girl enters the pet store “What can I do for you?” Asked the store clerk The little girl was missing some front teeth, “A bunny wabbit”, she said with a smirk We have lots bunnies’ right over here How about that pretty fluffy white one? That brown one looks like one you can cuddle And that slick black one would surely be fun Take your pick Honey; they’re really nice Our bunnies are lovable as they get Well, I’ve got to tell you the truth mister I don’t think my pet python gives a shit!


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(PART 1 of 2) Where the Sky is Black, And the Cold Wind Blows...

This is 'bout a girl from just a while back
It's a grusome, sad story, I know
It begins where the sky is black
And the cold wind blows...

She's got looks to kill
And an attitude to match
She's lookin' for a thrill
Lookin' for a soul to snatch

A mind like a knife
She's sharp and she'll cut you
She can change your life
Nobody thinks like she do

Not one can out run her
She's quick as a whip
No magician could trick her
She'll just make your mind trip

Got some patched up jeans
And shorn off hair
She can act real mean
'Cause she just don't care

Got a heart of gold, she did all she could 
Had lots of romance on the brain
She acts much older than she should
Because this girl knows real pain

Now she might look bad
She might look rough
But you forget to look beyond the mad
And see that she was decent enough

She's been through a lot
Thinks she's seen too much
So she gets to smokin' pot
And she's felt God's touch

She runs further from the law
And closer to the light
Harder drugs hide in her bra
She can't hold up this fight

Starts trippin' too hard
While she's runnin' from the cops
Her brain is being scarred
And her heart begins to stop

Her eyes are rolling back
And her world begins to spin
She's run right off the track
Her life is caving in

She sees the angels cry
As she walks up to the gate
She asks her Father, "Why?"
He tells her she must wait

Sex, Drugs, and Crime have one goal
And messing with that could cost you your soul

She plummets on back
To her body below
Where the sky is black
And the cold wind blows...



***PLEASE READ PART 2***


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TRUTH

There is this thing …in me…that’s happening
Pulling at my strings…*****it’s exciting…I am tingling
Are you real or a figment of my imagination?
Is this a connection or just you know …A maybe encounter

I’m aware that you could break me, destroy me
But yet I still want it
It’s like I’m a teenager with my first crush
You consume me, you excite me I’m delighted

I don’t want to be that girl …that obsessed thing
I want to be that girl you know baby your girl
That’s crazy but
There is this thing…in me…that’s happening

Written 2006 for TA


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Not another Girl I would rather forget

Love ain't a feeling, its a state of being
So if you feel in love, you probably ain't.
The anger and frustration will build up
Lie to yourself and your bound to erupt

Hes greasy, hes slimy, hes lying
He laughs behind you back when your crying
You don't know how you got onto his ride
Who hurts a 'friend' when they are crying on the inside

Don't be surprised if your dreams never go away
At night it is all connected like a rape
Feels like we were together just today
Just think about your father and what he would say

How could you do the things you did?
How could you live with the things you hid?
It is okay to be alone sometimes
Life doesn't always have to be a lie

You sold your soul for a glass of wine
You lost your mind at a bad time
And now you don't even know who you are
But deep down I still know you are a star

I don't know if you ever told me the truth
You looked after me when I had a bad tooth
And then we had that crazy new years eve
That is when I knew it was meant to be

But the lies they build up and broke me down
Still I will never forget our time in Cape Town
When the trust is gone, the trust is gone
But the love lingers like a ghost


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FREE CEE twenty dollars a power

       TWENTY DOLLARS A POWER

For little girl lost
a path home came at quite a cost
for the little girl who couldn't find her way
the price to get home was too much for her to pay

she'd politely tried to negotiate the price down
but with every denial came a deeper frown
the little lady found herself at that point stranded
because her actions and words caused a family to be disbanded

she once had the comforts most of us enjoy
a contented mom, strong dad and her brother, a baby boy
then one day she came upon a fork in the woods
for they had the money and she had the goods

little girl lost didn't leave a trail of breadcrumbs
not thinking about when and if disaster comes
so now she strolls the street for twenty dollars an hour
since she relinquished all her pride and her power
   © 2012......copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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How much are you

How much? A phrase so common
The worth a commodity should wear on.
But what else can give it that price tag
Than the present value it now has.

So unfortunate most girls don’t know how much they are
Displaying what ought to be covered
And giving it all on a platter
So men have no need to dig further.

Howling and moaning under leaves and branches
The lucky ones get the honor of a back seat.
Even most animals can’t get so low
How cheap they are, this goes to show.

Wished only you knew
How “your honeys” now see you.
You can no longer walk by tall as you used to
Now they have known all that it is about you.

Painted withered flowers blooming around
So breath-taking yet so sour
Fading the more they are used.
How much now are you?


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The Spoils Of Avarice


A tattered, ragged leather bag
hides faded photos wrapped inside;
both black and white and kodachrome
reveal lost dreams once held with pride.

An older, colder man made weak,
by sojourns made so long ago,
has paid with shame a painful price
for bitter seeds he chose to sow.

Consumed by youthful avarice,
success became amoral lust
for things of want but never need;
a soulless loss of love and trust.

He cured his life in lurid greed
so strong it tore apart his soul
as truth imbued was flung aside
and grand illusions took control.

He chased the dragon of deceit
along with every reprobate
deluded by corruptions face
foresworn to conjure riches fate. 

Today he stands a naked man
reflected in the full length glass
of one more sterile penthouse suite;
bath fixtures proud old polished brass.

He opens up that leather bag
to gaze upon the photos there;
a smiling girl is gazing  back
with jade green eyes and skin so fair.

She wears a bridal dress of white,
her face aglow, adorned with life,
to greet a future purpose proud
this loving girl became his wife.

There standing next to his young bride
a man exudes pure confidence
to conquer all life's challenges 
without the slightest reticence.

Her innocence he stole away
with no remorse for all the lies;
he watched her slide into despair
till one day in his arms she dies.

The ugliness he once concealed,
in time she knew each sordid part,
yet still he chased the dragon's bait
until, at last, he broke her heart.

Next to a picture of his bride 
a small revolver lies in wait;
he picks it up and fires inside
a mind that found the truth too late.


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FREE CEE murmerings of murder





     MURMURINGS OF MURDER 

Helga’s was a house with no humor
And a room with a well known rumor
The house was built on a gush of guilt
And the room within hid a bloody quilt

People spoke of her house in a hush
And a rumor that made young girls blush
Hhelga's friend Hal had hands hardened by steel
Hardened hands that made horror real

Hal’s pals tried to reason with him
Including and most importantly, Tim
Tim told Hal to leave Hal’s gal alone
But Hal beat Helga body and bone

That house became hurtful and the rumor real
Yet no one knew how that made Helga feel
Trips to the doctor with black and blue bruises
But if she remained silent only she loses

Hal deserved to lose in a very big way
And then came that most horrible day
It was upon that quilt that Helga lay
When Hal killed Helga in the month of May

That house has been leveled by a wrecking ball
Erasing the day when death came to call
An empty lot is the reminder of a rumor
Whispers that remind others of a house with no humor

How do we process a young girl crying?
How do we accept a young girl dieing?
Well now Hal does those things extremely well
From the inside of Hal’s very small cell
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who's the bigger coward, the dude who wants to kill himself and cant or the one who

        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



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a CAMEL can't COME to CATASTROPHE unless I SAY SO

       SUDDENLY SOMETHING

Have you ever spent a night in a six by ten foot cell?
Well that’s where my delusions dwell
And no one with a prescription pad will write for a junkie born and bred
Did you ever wish more earth dwellers would all suddenly be dead?

Look, there’s a pretty little miss, oh it’s daddy’s little girl
She dances on my feet when she starts to whirl
I told her to hold down her pleated skirt when she begins to twirl
My little girl with a smile and every tooth a pearl 

In silent supplication I’d sneak up to hear her prayer for that eve
I just wanted to hear daddy’s little girl pray and then I would leave
First she blessed the Almighty, his spirit and his soul
Making prayers come true for all her sole and only goal

And suddenly you feel not anger but sense the liquidation of fear 
And what do you detect in the air, as her lips grow near? 
Walking towards her is a man carrying too heavy a load
Yes, I’m scared s**tless that this fellow is going to explode

It could be a league of  angels advising her on the right thing to do
Or sprites to make all things look brand new
It might be little singing stars from above came they for her and you 
As you beg the soul of an errant and off key dove please not to coo

She looks completely comfortable in a cloak of camel hair and cashmere 
I’d trade anything if her troubles she’d never have to bear
Whatever happens next is only through fate to be willed
And if you listen closely one can hear the air being stilled

Alas she grows nigh and you can see it through your third eye
So you lurk behind a tree on a mission much as a spy
Because you are bent on depriving her of any depravity
And to hear from her loquacious lips “Daddy, let’s have some tea”

So when I first talked about being caged in a cell
if asked for the truth the story would be difficult to tell
Because each eye a gem, each tooth a pearl
So tell me sweetheart, are you still daddy’s little girl?
      © 2011.……Phreepoetree  ~free cee!~


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forevermore A WHORE

    JUST ONCE A DUNCE
                Come on girl
Just a bit
                Come on woman
Just one little hit
I stick it in
ain’t no sin
I push the plunger down
And thusly dissipates your frown
I just want you to try it today
Tomorrow you’ll have the power to throw it away
But at least let me give you one little shot
I promise not to cook you up and shoot a whole lot
Come on girl
Hold your arm as straight as a branch and sit still
This is better than any liquid, capsule or pill
I’ll just tie this belt around your arm
And Lord knows, just once can’t do you no harm
Yeah that’s a good girl with very good veins
AND ONE FOXY MAN AND THE SINCERITY HE FEIGHNS 
And so he took the needle from her arm he had dubbed a branch
Listen, little lady, you did it because he never gave you very little chance
Miss fancy and frilly from the upper class 
No one’s rich when dope owns their ass
And that’s why the guy said “come on honey, just one
And believe me when we need money she won’t fake being a nun”
And so another hooker is born and owned by my street
That’s how she and he came to meet
She was so sweet but acrid be his soul
Now she’s a huge cube and unable to roll
She did it, she dug it, now she craves a lot more
And feeding right into Mr. Wrong’s plan he made her a whore 
“So just once girl that’s all I ask”
And after that she couldn’t decline any sexual task
His every command would go heeded lest he get enraged
Poor little society sweetheart now locked in a cage
© 2011.…Phreepoetree   ~freecee!~
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THE DADDY POEMS (Example)

Today I took my little girl to school
There was a whole lot of stairs to climb
A whole lot of bending to the rule
That I bended before I gave her time.

I was older and wiser than when I came
For myself alone in father's faint
Footsteps, trembling my fear to tame
In her eyes I saw light and restraint.

Should she hold my hand, or stand apart
What does each child think of her
How can she improve me with modern art
Or make me lovable to critics of her?

Invisible in the world beyond, my little girl
Now wishes it was still so in the room
Where all her peers stood shaking at the world
Wearing their parents eyes like perfume.

O the little desk would not hold me again
My stride here takes the stairs in twos
But still the same is the parting and pain
My little girl is in her world to learn and choose.









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JUST ONCE DOPES DUNCE

    JUST ONCE DOPE'S DUNCE
                Come on girl
Just a bit
                Come on woman
Just one little hit
I stick it in
ain’t no sin
I push the plunger down
And thusly dissipates your frown
I just want you to try it today
Tomorrow you’ll have the power to throw it away
But at least let me give you one little shot
I promise not to cook you up and shoot a whole lot
Come on girl
Hold your arm as straight as a branch and sit still
This is better than any liquid, capsule or pill
I’ll just tie this belt around your arm
And Lord knows, just once can’t do you no harm
Yeah that’s a good girl with very good veins
AND ONE FOXY MAN AND THE SINCERITY HE FEIGHNS 
And so he took the needle from her arm he had dubbed a branch
Listen, little lady, you did it because to consider, reflect and imagine he never gave you a  
chance
Miss fancy and frilly from the upper class 
No one’s rich when dope owns their ass
And that’s why the guy said “come on honey, just one
And believe me when we need money she won’t fake being a nun”
And so another hooker is born and owned by my street
That’s how she and he came to meet
She was so sweet but acrid be his soul
Now she’s a huge cube and am unable to roll
She did it, she dug it, now she craves a lot more
And feeding right into Mr. Wrong’s plan he made her a whore 
“So just once girl that’s all I ask”
And after that she couldn’t decline any sexual task
His every command would go heeded lest he get enraged
Poor little society sweetheart now locked in a cage
© 2011.…Phreepoetree
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HIDE AND GROW weak

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



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MOHAMED GOLLY

       SUDDENLY SOMETHING

Have you ever spent a night in a six by ten foot cell?
Well that’s where my delusions dwell
And no one with a prescription pad will write for a junkie born and bred
Did you ever wish more earth dwellers would all suddenly be dead?

Look, there’s a pretty little miss, oh it’s daddy’s little girl
She dances on my feet when she starts to whirl
I told her to hold down her pleated skirt when she begins to twirl
My little girl with a smile and every tooth a pearl 

In silent supplication I’d sneak up to hear her prayer for that eve
I just wanted to hear daddy’s little girl pray and then I would leave
First she blessed the Almighty, his spirit and his soul
Making prayers come true for all her sole and only goal

And suddenly you feel not anger but sense the liquidation of fear 
And what do you detect in the air, as her lips grow near? 
Walking towards her is a man carrying too heavy a load
Yes, I’m scared s**tless that this fellow is going to explode

It could be a league of  angels advising her on the right thing to do
Or sprites to make all things look brand new
It might be little singing stars from above came they for her and you 
As you beg the soul of an errant and off key dove please not to coo

She looks completely comfortable in a cloak of camel hair and cashmere 
I’d trade anything if her troubles she’d never have to bear
Whatever happens next is only through fate to be willed
And if you listen closely one can hear the air being stilled

Alas she grows nigh and you can see it through your third eye
So you lurk behind a tree on a mission much as a spy
Because you are bent on depriving her of any depravity
And to hear from her loquacious lips “Daddy, let’s have some tea”

So when I first talked about being caged in a cell
if asked for the truth the story would be difficult to tell
Because each eye a gem, each tooth a pearl
So tell me sweetheart, are you still daddy’s little girl?
      © 2011.……Phreepoetree  ~free cee!~