FiveLamentsforIsrael



FiveLamentsforIsrael

FIRE in Carmel

written in Stone

The common mistakes all men make

they went too quickly

where Angels fear to tread.

They did not go with GOD

they went in Gasoline engine busses instead.

The Wailing Wall of Stone

There is the thing of Wall zoned

in Israel

they still go there to stand there

then they pray

To Jesus

The Love for You in Stone

The rock where I did lay my head

the stolen bedding gone

someone warm

but they got my dirt on them

The end of time etched in Stone

Every crucifixed gravestone

some of them no dates

some of them no body left

some of them just gone

some of them will be there soon

some of them will not

some of them with love

some of them with hate

The Beginning of Love in Stone

Waiting for the Lord to Come

but keeping you in love

this life seems unfinishe.......



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title

eyem just pandering to my Mandarin

Orange you jealousy green eyed Lady

Brown limpid pools of legs

surround my flesh tones

lost in reverie

eye list my itinerary

then sleep sitting upholding on to this my love

the Ghost of Poem

Poetry is full of dead poets

no one but your friends will get your poetry

the lieberry book would be too big now

they would never lift it from the shelved

perhaps they publish homeless poets

only iff they make it bog

like eecummings

misspellings not included

Flowers Faded

absence of Snowed

ten thousand poems gone

Charlax Endroid Hice

Charlax Endroid Hice

Prisoner of Time

The Cival War

Charlax Endroid Hice
Prisoner of Time
The Cival War
Eye got arrested by the Yankees for being in homespun with new boots on. They would not listen to me when I told them it was scrounge then found them. They noticed the lump in the side of the pants sewed into the lining there was fourty dollars Confederate monies it was mine. They took the pants off then gived me some of the blue ones just like theres they told me to carry them for changes. They filled them papers out for the prisoner roll then they took my Money rolled upp from the homespun sewed in the lining pocket done took to town they got drunk eye stepped into the dark in my new blue uniforms. I could not go home like this I was just the prisoner of time. A man needs lots of things but when he is only surviving he learns to lay without them not needing them. Then eye soon became the Christian living just on the edges of the battlefields. I learned to walk among the dead pretending to gather the items for distribution eye was soon rich all over again. Entering the field of Battle ofter the fight was over. There is going to be people who do nothing but find out what other people do they call them worthless people when they call them upp. Like Jailers guarding empty cells they guard the empty tombs. There is nothing like the sweet sour smell of the graveyard. It tricks the mind to think of the dead people lying there but what is actually being smelled is the decaying flowers on the Graves. There is this student here he does wear bowling shoes the red with white ones size ten they must be missing them down at the bowling pins lanes the ones that let him bowl once in the summertime he kept the pretty shoes so he can dance his Can Can. The sorry thing is being quiet in the lieberry they just keep talking but they tell me to shut upp. You will not do this to me once today eye started talking just to be making the noise. There is still not two sets of rules. YOu wish to chatter then have it quiet for you to do so this is not the boy it is if you talk this boy around me then be assured eye will make some noise of my own. So now they get the cell phones out its endless chatter the guard tells me yes there is rules but she is busy so the boy left the girl is here but she stopped using her phone the guard did not come she forgot me. But the girl is now quiet there is no further need. Complacency now you could hire the monkey with the blindfold to do what eye do here. Eye fooled the wind into blowing. Eye told the wind not to blow. The wind is like the woman growing old she will not be told. Eye fooled the wind into blowing cold. The jaded childrun still cuss the old man on the sidewwalking out from the town there is no use in going there now. Death to the firing squad you will not fight without getting hurt don't you knoe its murder no matter who the bullit comes from it hits the world. Ed.note.ed Charles E. Hice is listed in the POW records of the Civil War between the dates of 1860 to 1865. This is the CharlaX Darkstone poet.

peanuttypate~

peanuttypate~



peanuttypate~
defind default
the way to a mans heart is to his palate sHe cannot give me real food online the end of the world is 2099 the last day is December 31st sHe keeps my in her heart when we are offline those hours of the day seem long eye had to hate the old flaming minion to let her off my hot spot is it so wrong to love someone that has no love no heart at all eye feel so cheep and used and easy now why does it still hurt I who have a new one planted yes a new heart has come to eye the old one has me forever now eye trip the light fantastic four hearts blend and melt into this one the tourniquet around my neck too tight again the love is not a halter to be led by the neck to the marriage bed as now eye lay me down to sleep in one more head the Lady can she see this is about the way eye love can she she herself in love as eye pull this rabbit out from underneathe the CharlaX hat once more it seems the poem is still now about the love

EternaiLove

EternaiLove
by Charles Robert Hice on Thursday, September 16, 2010 at 9:40am
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EternaiLove

when time has come to me and ravaged me till nothing much is showing of my love the flower will be there to grow a vine above the windswept ledge where nothing much ever comes to eat left there alone my love will grow the purple flower of my heart alone to represent the love still living where you gave it there my eternai love perhaps the flower plucked up eaten by the wild billy goat to symbolize the hard heart of a man in love the thorns the sorrows that eye gave to ewe inside the passage of the time will not diminish the vine will grow some more purple flowers everytime one is eaten there by the gruff billygoat to show eye care for ewe eternai love the flower grows *













* she inspired this poem

she has told me many times

what are flowers many flowers

when we have love

eternai love
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The Last Poem Of CharlaX

The Square Peg Inn The Round Hole of Earth

The Eye refers of course to Jesus and his soon return to earth.

There is as yet no numbered head no forehead hand upon astonied brow visage or crown the eye remains the LORDS

When the Mark 666 becomes the certainty then old homeless must and will depart for Heaven bound for home

Be aware that death shall come so certainly to love a momentary problem overruled then by the GOD, HE loves.

One day no matter what they do to me no matter where they place me no matter what they do with head the head will soon return to body and the eye will then continue just to love the ewe again mabe not in this natural realm but in the Heaven ewe may dwell with me in Spirit and raised body for faith has saved the both of us have the faith of JESUS.

Save us all oh lord as eye am penning this eye forgive the men that beat me in hopes that someday they may find thee

Oh my flowerd ewe do not fret at my demise but understand that money is not GOD.

Remember one day after they place me in the black body bag my angels will then come and if they cremate me then the scattered ashes will undone and burnt to pieces bones and relics walk again in love.

ewe

ewe
ewe

Ewe



Eye dream of naught but a purple flower

Ewe

Eye try to find ewe in my spirit

Eye look up in the sky

And stretch my mind

To find my violette

Eye keep my heart in tune with ewe

When a thing like eye become has love is seems like a forever thing

She permeates my heart with purpleness

She is my happiness she is all eye ever have she is my love ewe is

Eye twist the ending of a poem making words for all to read but it is only the love we have not yet fulfilled this is my need ewe my purple mermaid fins in wakeing bliss of attitude of love this is my ewe

LamB

LamB

They sold the words into the books the authors made the living they took the money and they ran away the moon turned dark one day the sky cloudy when it turned away from smiling at the freedom. The free man brings food into the universe with him but he eats it only at the supper hour having to wait because he must eat to stave off hunger. Eye do not have a refrigerator unless you can count the dumpsters when its freezing in the winter. Then eye have to be even more careful or get that freezer burn. The food decays at an incredible rate of decay. Food tends to last longer and spoil longer in the winter. The body tends to burn more. Jesus Crisis is a photographer Cohen said he sings Dali says he paints CharlaX making words. DO you take one from column a and two from column b do you eat as many of them rice as you can before you eat the meat. A religious fanatic should not try to be a dominante over eye. She ohw loves me stays on my side. YOu can funnel anything into a tunnel and make it come out the other ending now. A boy wants to grow to the line on the wall he wants to be the adult until he sees what they are doing now. Now this adult would want to be the little boy to just start over but knowing what the man knows now. When eye get a little older eye am sure that eye am not gonna want to be the boy or the man but eye will wish eye was the woman. LamB.

Government JOB

Government JOB


There was a man who told me this as we were driving down the ditch near Tupelo on Forty-One a highway lost in time. He picked me up a hitch hiker young man headed on his own and this man had time to tell me the angles of his job. He told me he was a government sub-contractor making cabinets for houses just cabinet doors rally not building anything but adding them on the front of every cabinet door? A cushion job at the easy way café and the hardest it could be is getting there and back for this is what he told me. We make 45 dollars an hour for the government is crazy they pay money for some simple tasks that makes us all seem lazy. We have time for after work to play all day in bars and drink and watch the strippers making clothing disappear from naked bodies can you hear me boy? For eye was not rally listening eye had heard it all before and the only amusement in this story is the way eye left the car moving very quickly and hiding from pursuit because the easy way is often very wrong.

Fortitude

Fortitude

Solid as a Rock full of butterflys.
Mye tummy cries and turns away from me.
Worry comes to call and rears its ugly fangs.
When a person loves someone and it seems they go away.
All thoughts of working and of self just fade and drop away.
The only thing that works is SEEing them again.
Just marking time in pencil writing without ink.
Learning of the fortitude I need to stand complete.
I knoe she loves me this I think.
I contemplate the things I dew
as the shadows thicken in the midst of me
as I vainly try to carry on in some kind of fortitude.
I even listened to our song as sung by ewe.
Yes I found the Love ewe gave to me.
It is the beating of my heart, my fortitude.
We dew love, as I love ewe.

Stenciled

Stenciled


Stenciled
Too many too much too not enought.
Pencil
squared letters lined up funny
mark up the walls
no one reads the penciled stenciled
they like the ones with chalk
the markers get them all the readers come


this is a COWBOY TANKA
a Haiku with the wrong amount of syllables

LAPTOP

LAPTOP

If they could make a poor laptop wait
If they could make a laptop made just for the poor oh wait
If they could make a generic laptop )TADA( that’s it
If they could hire a homeless person
And give him lots of plastic moulding
And some wires and some screws and lots of time
He could build his better laptop and if he is a Christian
Then he would make it work and plug it in the wall
At the lieberry where he works
The public putor stall the admin victory the filter would not come
The thing would not have any self imposed restrictions
But would actually be free and mothers sons of every nation
And this land
Would have a putor at the fingertips of man
And eye could make my poems bleed again for only fortune smiles on the rich monkey man with the seven hundred dollars that they take out of the bank for the new laptop at Toshiba and they keep the money and they pay for more electricity to power Tokyo some more
And the two halves of my new laptop eye would screw to this my floor
To never need a seldom unused thing again
And eye would make a battery out of tape and some chewing gum and some tinfoil
And power my new laptop with the power of the sun
It would have a solar panel made of glass
And reflect my smile as babay lambe~a gives me caht.
And on the cover where the plastic fits to close
It would say CHARLAX in big purple prose.

Mountain Cat

Mountain Cat


She was sleek and wanting no fur upon her head at all some small tufts upon her ears she sounded loud so soulful in the poignant stillness of the desert wash she cried but not of want her voice was merely warning me to stay inside a blanket given me from GOD. The afforded pleasure of a poor man camping out a coffee and some coke soon lay stilled in cup and all ignored as eye pondered the existence of a large and quiet creature used to killing for her meals on mountain shoals the dearth of water must have brought her to my wash eye hope she made it back up to her home.

ClevelandPoem

ClevelandPoem



The village square has round people the square village has people all around. The lights of the city are sparkling white while the city of lights sparkle. No one walks unsafe not children not hate. On the center side of the corner stone near the Church Street Mission there is a blanket hanging in the hedge placed there for a homeless dredge by people from the village square. People come from the square village just to go to Church there. In Cleveland Park the Zoo carries all the traffic of the city the central hub of wings come just to visit. Children rule the world and Cleveland is now no exception to the Golden rule we love. Eye once lived in a house upon a hill with asphalt as the avenue and cars as means of travelling around. Too bad it was not Cleveland such is life in the big city. It is hard to describe a place one never visits. But vainly eye still try. There must be places near the villages that rival Heaven by and large. http://maps.live.com/localsearch/default.aspx?what=bookstores&where=Cleveland%2c+OH&s_cid=ansPhBkYp01&mkt=en-us&ac=false
Businesses
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1 - 10 of 250 results for bookstores near Cleveland, OH. Eye suppose it was the upbringing of my life my Father and my Mother now the one that brings me love is whay eye care to try.

ThePainter

ThePainter

She laughed when she saw his smock he sat very still not daring to look up she took her hand and moved it over his beard and shook his arm. Are you so very shy. Why? She had a sheet draped like a roman robe and she sat very still not yet exposed. She stared hard at her poet. Eye make words of prose not a real painter eye dont knoe how to do you Justice his voice kept falling off she was leaning forward to catch his words very softly he was saying to her eye agreed to try this because eye love you. The portrait makers agree that women are the vainest creature lusting to be immortalized in paint or photography. Here is a camera let me take your pictures. She was like a lover she moved the sheet around he got glimpses of his vouyer heaven he almost dropped the camera. She said slyly come over here and let me kiss you. The paint lay all forgotten the pictures no longer needed. When it was over she lay naked his eyes could not stop gazing you pretty man she just kept saying over and over we no longer need pictures or a painting your love comes from your heart and fills my head with dreams. The way you look at me so loving the way you yearn and want like a school boy lusting in his heart as if you a King and I the very Queen. What do you see in me. ?

pain

pain


pain
a martyr feels no pain when the deed is over and done but until then it misery where is the joy they speak of and yet eye hesitated just now to call you liars once when eye was in the classroom the teacher pole beaned me so bad that eye got up and stood at the chalk board with a chalk piece in my hand eye took the eraser and cleaned the board of all they had and this is what eye putt there when it was over what it said
today has been cancelled and eye signed it GOD liek that they were trying to make a newsprinted paper it was an advertising class she spent the rest of her one hour trying to explain to me what the format was and then she gave me a D for Drawing on the chalk board eye very carefully told her that eye cared not for what they printed a girl came into class read the message on the chalk board and tapped the GOD that was in all capital letters and said OH WELL then and turned and left me there eye was a kidd and eye just grinned real big no one had sex at least not with me they only ate the birthday cake and not sharing it with eye think they were ignoring GOD that day you have no clear idea of sorrow until missing someone you love is gone no message from beyond the pain unnoticed by the listeners of songs not like a broken tooth that keeps on breaking in my heart the pieces kept in various places in my pockets just for luck the pain of the limits of the mind can be the pain of sorrows take me down to the river one day and make love all over me take my pain away to her whom it is given may she see the poet and the poem pain

Shadrack,Meeshack,and Abednego.

Shadrack,Meeshack,and Abednego.

My favorite bible story of all time.
The men were just boys when the KING marched bye.
They did not bend their knees at all.
We can not worship something that can not even talk.
The KING was livid and angry for a while.
Stoke up that furnace and toss them all in.
The fire was so hot that it killed all the men
of the king.
The men in the fire were just walking around
filling the time with the glory they found
three men entered the doorway of that furnace so hot
but four men were seen walking hot.
The fourth man in the fire was no angel of GOD,
but the SON.
Merry Christmas my Jesus eye knoe it was him.
The moral is clear unto me.
Do not beat on the poor man to see.
GOD Jesus will save him and me.
The Power OF GOD is HIS SON.

INterpertation Of A Poem

Make us glad as many days as you have afflicted us,
and as many years as we have seen evil.

Who has not been afflicted is there many that live in luxury
bring them to me that eye may gaze on loving nakedness and lust
oh wondrous days of numbered bread being dead in trespasses and in sins eye turn my eye to win to vanity to gaze at hurried bliss and lasting love

Oh Brave New World

Oh Brave New World

Eye wanted to loive forever new word loive
lOIVE this new word that eye just made up
loive describes me perfectly
A cross between living and love
loive is just what a new age robot should be
Eye am a figment of my own imagination
Living for a future chance at ewe
the love is true so true
A robot can not survive without a reason and a rhyme
the Indian in the book Brave New World was took
When he saw the future of the world
When he got a real good look
He went under bridge
And hanged him for it was time to die.

Facebooktalks

Facebooktalks

Your friend liked your comment he liked the comment your friend made on your other thread he liked your post he liked your you tube and your note he liked your comment on his wall he liked the likes of everyone he liked he liked the like on all the facebook walls. He posted. You liked his post. You liked all the comments on his post. You little devil you. You liked only a few so he raced against his time alone and went back online just to read them all. SO then you went back to the thread three hours later and you liked all the rest of them comments there. SO your friend is now asleep. He will not like them comments until 8 more hours pass. SO then you will get the notifications again. We robots here at facebook live to serve the facebook. We like it when you like. Read only a few comment some more like them and like them just make them more interested in facebook as a whole entity we aim to please. You got 4332 likes on your profile page today you are that big stud muffin you always want to be. When everyone likes everything facebook will implode. We are trying to make it happen by 2012. Right on the Mayan nose.

CollarIDentity

Collar Identity

Was William really Shaking OR Was Shakespeare the Bard?

William Bonney Shakespeare Borne 26 April 1564 died 23 April 1616

Cornfed Critics have this theory that WIlliam Shakespeare was somebody else. Yes. You heard it here first. It does not say that the Bard of Stratford street on Avon river was full of hate. Dost thou think he hates now from the grave. Alas poor everyone if thats the case. He may have been hung over a few days in a row and he wore nothing under robes of linen guests were privy but only snobs. Ann Hathawaye was his real wife. He lived flat. He worshipped word processing before it was invented he coined. His nicknamme was Old Billy Bard. He kept his snuff in a canard. Piped his messages over the internet on the abacus he liked them colored balls. Eye suppose there was a rash of people travelling bards who posed. Remember Santa Claws ? they emulated William bonney wearing hose and placeing large pillows. NO one is for certain. In the olde middle England. Here is an abacus email sent from London to Glassglow. A TeleGrammy TO: William Bonney Speare from :The Troope We were very nearly found out the local constabulary approached bearing down hard upon. STOP. 52 Shillings and fourpence. Paid. IN every city with a stage and plays the thing. They came from miles around. The hoarded seats on the fifty yard lined. They waited until darkened candles they were lighted. They howled. Like moonies at the funnies. AT last poor Yoric. The light was dawning. The endings killing. The play the plays the thing. The play must go on. Out out briefly. We have decided we made the decision after carefully considering. There is no need to consider the many imposters as long as there was really a REAL first one. Signed William Bonney Shakespeare. Oh Really.

Worth

Worth

feelings swell when normal no where fine when bad depression on my mind when good they soar when down they come eye die no one has any idea of who they should be the best we ever felt was love the worst anatomy the anger at being in the nowhere that we are the anger at being no one the anger at being poor or even rich feel anger feelings soar they dip and dive like something solid up and down the bones and spine they curve within and slice into the nerves we all possess them tinder tails mess hide under loose flaps the taller rocks house larger animals near the edge of the treeline is better for shorter periods of time marches on to marshes and lowlands no good for camping they invertibrate the creature the spending money gone to Georgia Gone to Texas Gone to taxes for the masses of identification malady intrances and exerpts of the missing link a tooth gone yet no decay the rot falling away with the excessive enamel paint can be latex intolerant to explain them soars away

Partition

Partition

Partition
A door opens a door closes it happens to be the way things work in the real world do not disparage the partition. Rules are made for snitches. The people who function they function without the rules you can never get someone in trouble by complaining. They simply do the thing you are complaining about and the only added mixt is the fact that you to them are now the snitch. IN order for you to use the facilities you have to ignore them criminal animals that break all the rules. They do not care. They will not be better citizens Cain. They may not quake in fear at having been reported. Some of them shoot Mule Deer for lunch. A slight exaggeration. GAME players only love GAME players its so true. The interest is in the crunch the burn and the balls. Soccar is in the forefront of this mind. Who really cares how many goals how many points who cares iff people smoke in undesignated areas they blow that second hand smoke and lessor people inhale against there will. There is no one to enforce the petticoats at will. Play only on them white keys is never heard as the command at concerts no one listens to such drivel in the chairs they love the minors the chords crescending in them flats and Majors making people deaf to others ignoring rights and constitutions. A man must have a deep bass voice or normal. A high squeaky voice is just not a man at all he must be a fob his namme is BOB. Bob is short for Robert is also mye middle namme eye carry pink carnations in mye brain. It goes against the grain it really bites to have the partition there in place all the time. To be one more out in the cold. Here is the moral or the punch line you are interested in me or you are laughing at this finish ending no self assertion no general rule office is available no where to access the complaint department the people who normally work day to day as desk clerck or the guard the deputy sheriff they watch Soccar on the wide screen with you and they probably smoke and do not wander all the way to the smoking area eithor so there. Dont fell like the only one that does not smoke do not feel like the rules are made for you do not feel the rules apply to all the people only iff and when the ever they get caught while breaking them.

ROBOTS

Robots

Building hours. Earning paid. Call it Government spending. Call it excise. Call it useless repetition repetitive spending. There is a list on the closet door. The Mop BUcket and the mop are there on floor. Stack the chairs upon the tables. Mop the floors no footprints there. Let the floor dry several hours. Set the chairs down on the floor. Repeat this until retirement comes. You are paid. You have your teeth. You have parts missing when you sleep. When you can no longer do your job we at central casting hire one more robot to ignore. Have you ever made a noise of dissention to the status quo and contemplated a given action such as a senseless killing only to ask a stupid question of your neighbor such as why was this done to them ? the answer quickly coming they were sitting there and doing SOMETHING as if thats all it takes for them. You have such low self esteeming. Murder justified as iff the person that is killed is at fault. Once again you destroy that bearer of bad tidings kill the messenger make the sucker pay. The top of the stair of the office high rise leads downward to the lowest bunk on skid row. The trip is what takes up your crawl space. Robot let go.

ABCCharlaXP

ABC CharlaX P


An ABC poem has 5 lines that create a mood, picture, or feeling. Lines 1 through 4 are made up of words, phrases or clauses - and the first word of each line is in alphabetical order from the first word. Line 5 is one sentence, beginning with any letter.
Awaiting for a receiving of one line
Becoming the blessing two lines
Controlling the amounting three lines
Detracting the controlling four lines
Five lines is ABC finishing
For a first attempt ewe at this Poetry Forming Formatting by ABC maker CharlaXing.

WordPlayThrice

Friday, December 18, 2009
WordPlayThrice
WordPlayThrice
poem
handwritten for facebook (smile) thrice
I can talk Succintly about knowledgeable subjects OR degenerate into a lot of garbage OR even snort some lies. Write the truth make up a fable or fabricate a title. Work a headline onto the text trash some pages out flip BLogger over. RHyme with OPine generate grounds up with agg shelled nuts peas in pods full of songs of CHristmas will be cold Toasting wicked wax filled glass not glasses. Glasses is plural. Plural for two eye one glass eye say it is a cup OR sauce OR beverage holder dry. Dry without a lid made entirely up of round walls bottom side up make that bottom side down mabe standing up at attendant span wait stop that make that Attention Span MARTHA attendant span makes little hairs stand up all over me Attention span is a better play on words. WOrds into poem poem into picture picture into note. Word play once. Word play twice. Word play Thrice. Handwritten for facebook bye CharlaX Thrice. ed.note.ed SUccintly is INN the notebook I used WORD DOCUMENT to spell check it only proves it. What eye been saying all along CharlaX is a genious.
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Robots

Robots

Building hours. Earning paid. Call it Government spending. Call it excise. Call it useless repetition repetitive spending. There is a list on the closet door. The Mop BUcket and the mop are there on floor. Stack the chairs upon the tables. Mop the floors no footprints there. Let the floor dry several hours. Set the chairs down on the floor. Repeat this until retirement comes. You are paid. You have your teeth. You have parts missing when you sleep. When you can no longer do your job we at central casting hire one more robot to ignore. Have you ever made a noise of dissention to the status quo and contemplated a given action such as a senseless killing only to ask a stupid question of your neighbor such as why was this done to them ? the answer quickly coming they were sitting there and doing SOMETHING as if thats all it takes for them. You have such low self esteeming. Murder justified as iff the person that is killed is at fault. Once again you destroy that bearer of bad tidings kill the messenger make the sucker pay. The top of the stair of the office high rise leads downward to the lowest bunk on skid row. The trip is what takes up your crawl space. Robot let go.

WHY is Because

WHY is BECAUSE

WHY is Because

Why do people cling to the old wives tales instead of real knowledges of central staid ideas? Instead of Life they want there death thy want to fight and lust and hopper in there dirt like egYptian locusts come to dine to belly up to bars in cars and wreck them in the midnite hours. I am a cedar tree of Lebanon with all my own ideas. They wanted me expired and it is that eye still breathe. A turtle in the race against the hairs of all the frogs instead of just one hart
This poet can still breathe yes he can sneeze and try desperately not to curse to bless instead of saying them the curses that he gives to them that seek such awful things there is not no end to the enemies it seems and so eye relearn myself and try again to sneeze just by myself to run the race against the time alone and by myself without my wine or the portents of the muses of the world of the learning's of the institutions of the higher minds. Because the way is LOVE the SAVIOR of us all has made a GOLDEN RULER for the masses the man was staid upon the CROSS when other lesser beings would have given into madness he held on to GOD.
Just because.

LOVE POEM FOUR HUNDRED 6IX

LOVE POEM FOUR HUNDRED 6IX

LOVE POEM FOUR HUNDRED 6IX
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Again, again, oncet more, again
Love, eye love ewe.
Heart so sweetY and True.
Ewe, love, love, love.
Eye wore this word out this word LOVE
When eye found out that ewe were mine
No more to wander no more to search
Eye send back all their searches
And send all their searches back
Eye made this number up
Just to rhyme this with a kiss
This is just a poem
Love poem four hundred 6IX.

CHARLAX

CharlaX

He must be so stupid he can not spell a word correctly
He adds no punctuation to a question he thinks he is on the way to heaven
He lords it over brother and takes pains to be someone
A poet and a saybox statesman fighter not a lover a real man not a brother listen to Apostolic teachings and get better in the last light of the day just drink no Whiskey eat less food and keep my thirsty too
Do no real business drink coffee and less water
Make the poems no one uses in the bottom of the bird cages be my CHARLAX

The Dragon Sliding Scale

 The Dragon Sliding Scale

The Dragon Sliding Scale

I hover upon the abYssmall air.
I fly. I am the dragon called Dragonflew.
The air around me is not heavy.
I ate: not bread but meat.
I have a sliding scale upon my armour plated chest.
The one above my belly covering my heart.
I am certain the villagers will shoot me.
I traded places in the time transfunction with the other one.
I needed sleep. I was all in.
I avoided all unpleasentries.
They almost finished me but my wisdom overcame my plight.
They watched me from the silent workings of their minds.
TheY barred their teeth at me, I smiled.
I hovered in the air with four small wings.
I rotated them in figure fours to hover.
Look closer at the dragonfly when it begins to hover.
Eating meat but never bread.
You will see the armour plated cover slide away.
When they shoot me eye am dead.

Inflected Speech

 Inflected Speech

Inflected Speech


She said “is this all that you are getting this morning”
OH the connotations of that speech
There is at least three interpretations of inflected speech in me.
Eye was in the Market and the bread was spendy to me eye added peppers not so many seven in the bag to total out quite less the two dollars for the me. Was it not enough? was she the gruff store owner selling stuff or just concerned for the young man's anatomy the love inside the heart? Eye turned to stone and got rock hard and answered not. But wait it could even be just simple courtesy.
She is not in love with me but she is a girl endowed and wondering
at a man so poor as to buy only bread and peppers instead of meat that most Neanderthal sportsmen eat. Mabe just mabe she thought of me. Or like a lover and a wife and a mother yes eye did eye heard all that from such a young young woman behind a counter of command. But then she is nice to other men and they buy none.
They push the envelope with me they grunt.
Who pays for all the meat they eat they do not complete my smile or ask for bread afforded me eye smiled in vain to help no one today.
My meat is added to the bread to make the table for my head the meat is meat you knoe not of complete.
If she thinks me poor than t'was a miss. Amiss she is the miss.
And now eye smile at this my poem made in jest. A test of one more day of life.

MSN paroday

 MSN paroday

MSN paroday


Eye am the owner of lower manhatterhorn island. The gulls swoop and hide from the bats they cave inn the side of the gulls home. Have you ever seen Jonathon Sea Gull. Eye am one of the wealthiest philanthropists long past the age of living. Eye am William Gates the owner of MSN.com yahoo is a pity. The field tester for Midrosoft Seagull Notions. We here at MidrosoftSeagullNotions.com think yahoo is a pitty place. At Midrosoft Coporation we put seagull's needs ahead of all our own. We sit on the beach day after night when day comes we fight the torpid slumber long into the day we play like we are god with numbers on our heads and hands so full of love. The Little Freanch Market on the corner sells the bread combs that seagulls love. Eye combover head and bread in hand for gulls' romance they preen and prance and float in breeze to eat the combs of love. Eye sat on the park bench not moving very still when my buddy he is lazy catty he went like a siren and they scatted all over the pavement then one flew up into mye arms eye petted it like dove so soft like Midrosoft. Well folkd this is about all iff eye have to explain to yew that this is a paroday of Bill Gates and Microsoft you need to get your glasses prescription filled. JSeagull@yahoo.com  

DiverCity

 DiverCity

DiverCity

Satan met Daniel Webster. The Devil: Can you tell me the length of the driving rain? Daniel Webster: Oh Pain. Only GOD can really know it. Where do you get these awefull questions you Devil ? do you sit in your office all day make them up just to torture the like minded weak? The Devil: Come on Daniel Webster, play my game, answer my question. Figure it out with your intelligent way. Sway back and forth on those Barrister toes back on them heels let me play. Can you tell me the LENGTH of the Driving rain? Daniel Webster Barrister is rocking back and forth forth then back on heels begins to make his answer to Satan. Daniel Webster: The length of the driving rain is the distance from its conception the Cloud in the Sky drops of water fall in lines swept by wind driven all directions in the Storm until they hit diverse places in real time. The Devil pauses and swipes at his sweat. The Devil was smiling now frowns down stroking his beard on his chin He astounds me this Daniel almost figured it out. Yes, Webster, He concedes, yet you gave me no LENGTH? one more time now What is the LENGTH? Daniel Webster frowns down, rocking ceasing eyes searching side to side for the answer is right in front of him he can see it now. You Devil, I have it now. The length of the driving rain is the certain distance from the Cloud to the Ground times the wind driven distance as the storm begins to howl, the final mathematical equation is just one word "DiverCity". Satan Bows. In Mock Humility. Defeated at once. He howls much like a storm driving rain with its wind he turns back just once and spits. "DiverCity". Yes Daniel Webster YOU win. You still own your soul YOU won. You may live.

THE POEM BLEEDS

 THE POEM BLEEDS

The poem bleeds

Thus my poem born of nettles comes to it the fruition
If these words sound hollow unto you it bleeds
The poem this I make it takes the words from me and bleeds the answers out into the entry hall of commons where the city of the minions live and quake the words are sorted by the felons there into sections they must follow.
Linseed linseed linseed oil and common oil
Eating free fish without skillet without fire or flame of candle eating butter fallow eating all the flavor every day. In a shallow pool of water fish are free in the city of the century people in the city of the leagues are hating in there worthless heart in the city of the simpletons hating only mee. In the city of the dark.
The Poem Bleeds.

THE POEM BLEEDS

 THE POEM BLEEDS

The poem bleeds

Thus my poem born of nettles comes to it the fruition
If these words sound hollow unto you it bleeds
The poem this I make it takes the words from me and bleeds the answers out into the entry hall of commons where the city of the minions live and quake the words are sorted by the felons there into sections they must follow.
Linseed linseed linseed oil and common oil
Eating free fish without skillet without fire or flame of candle eating butter fallow eating all the flavor every day. In a shallow pool of water fish are free in the city of the century people in the city of the leagues are hating in there worthless heart in the city of the simpletons hating only mee. In the city of the dark.
The Poem Bleeds.

KATRINA

KATRINA 

New Orleans ONE and TWO

Poems of the Heart of

CharlaX

 New Orleans

New Orleans


A time of sorrow at least it came
[by wind] and not by hand of man
to give ones life is hard enough
to lose a city by God's command
at least it's not so rough
the way of life at your command
is flooded.

Charles Robert Hice

Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice

 New Orleans II

New Orleans II


The battle of New Orleans
was fought with wind and rain,
no one won,but all have come
to feel the loss of home a homeless
person feels,he feels his loss
he feels his pain,he lives
from one day to the next
the same way and manner
all the rest of you do,
and sometimes better.

Charles Robert Hice

Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice

Apology Of Superman

 Apology Of Superman

Apology Of Superman


Apology Of Superman
Come on you'se guys it's not my fault that eye am a alien I'm not from around here. Eye am an alien like ALF. So what? Eye have super powers. Big Deal, my family was smart enought to find a planet with a yellow sun to relocate me to a place with a Metropolis; A big apple of a city with the only JOB someone like me could ever want ewe see eh? Eye have this old typewriter in my office, and do lots of reporting on Criminal Cases. Its true ewe eye was in a movie once with The Three Stooges. The Atomic Bomb went off did not even muss my hair not even touch the tuft that always hangs down in front, ewe can not believe how many combs eye have broken trying to get that part straight. Eye only had a cameo appearance. ® The Adventures Of Superman was my best TV show. Once on my television show the producers were inviting ridicule they were writing a part for me that did not come out just write. My Super Suit got wet and stayed that way for quite some time until later in the story it was somehow suddenly back to normal. This Author of THIS story this viewer of this segment of this Superman Adventure was actually astonished galling at the screen the suit should have been impervious to water. The real Superman would not have gotten wet at least not his Super Suit itself is what eye always said. And let me just apologize now in 1953 they lacked the technology to edit out the WIRES that supported me to make it look like eye was flying in your sky oh earthlings. Eye do apologize.

Apology Of Superman

 Apology Of Superman

Apology Of Superman


Apology Of Superman
Come on you'se guys it's not my fault that eye am a alien I'm not from around here. Eye am an alien like ALF. So what? Eye have super powers. Big Deal, my family was smart enought to find a planet with a yellow sun to relocate me to a place with a Metropolis; A big apple of a city with the only JOB someone like me could ever want ewe see eh? Eye have this old typewriter in my office, and do lots of reporting on Criminal Cases. Its true ewe eye was in a movie once with The Three Stooges. The Atomic Bomb went off did not even muss my hair not even touch the tuft that always hangs down in front, ewe can not believe how many combs eye have broken trying to get that part straight. Eye only had a cameo appearance. ® The Adventures Of Superman was my best TV show. Once on my television show the producers were inviting ridicule they were writing a part for me that did not come out just write. My Super Suit got wet and stayed that way for quite some time until later in the story it was somehow suddenly back to normal. This Author of THIS story this viewer of this segment of this Superman Adventure was actually astonished galling at the screen the suit should have been impervious to water. The real Superman would not have gotten wet at least not his Super Suit itself is what eye always said. And let me just apologize now in 1953 they lacked the technology to edit out the WIRES that supported me to make it look like eye was flying in your sky oh earthlings. Eye do apologize.

Evidenced

Evidenced

Evidenced

FIFTYFOUR

CharlaXFabels

The Church Parsonage on Church Street the old Methodist Church where eye used to go to church it Burned down.
My mother died a horrible murder death.
My brother died in a car wreck.
We used to fight each other though eye was elder he was bigger.
Eye was a weak and sickly child of GOD.
My Father died and eye do not knoe what of.
Eye was not always allowed to live at home.
My room was taken and the things in it like my toy box and the comics and the yearbooks were all destroyed.
Eye was given a hardship discharge from the ARMY.
My home at Morrilton was burned down by a natural gas line leak which then exploded. My family always hated me and wanted me to die alone. Eye stopped my consumptive habits and was in a real fight in Arizona only was beaten into Jesus and left to die half dead eye still try to live and love and write this is mye bio mye evidenced.