IFF 
IFF I never ever see ewe,
I f f husband does not die
I f f ewe ever have the sameness
Of ewe life for ever times
I will ever love ewe
From heaven from the skies
I will ever love ewe even if I die.
Love has burnt a hole in me
The thing says my Par ~ me
Life and love can be that way.
P l e e a s e Chant for me .
Never ever cry.
Just love me .
Violet.~.>.<<3
My Poems
My Poems
My poems are my living.
My living is my poems.
I will always be alone.
My girl (whoever she may be) .
I could not have met her yet.
That is what confuses me.
She is still breathing.
I cursed the day I saw her.
I will always be alone.
Sex is meaningless? ?
Charles Robert Hice
Copyright ©2006 Charles Robert Hice
Charles Hice
Reality
Reality 
Cut to the chase,tell it like it is,don`t hold back.
AckkkAckkkAckkk,someone is coming and I give yew the sack.
Life is not worthless just meant to be
not iff ewe knoe ; not iff ewe knoe ; but to be:
Someone to love, someone to listen, and someone to hold!
When someone is sent from above.
A Heart is a fragile thing
beating by grace and by faith.
Everyone promises everyone fakes,
no one`s immune from the snakes.
I have found summer but not in a smile?
Yes for I have found summer
pleease babay
Chat me awhile.
AS I pretend that we`re married.
Reality
K I S S I N G
K I S S I N G 
When I was a young boy oh so many years ago,
the girls they really teased me so incessantly,
Bing o is the Name o was a better one to me.
Then K I s s I n G.
Kay eye ess ess eye inn gee.
Charles and Parme~ sitting in the tree.
First comes love; then comes marraige,
then comes baby in a baby carraige.
And then there was the one they sang,
that really made my head ache ring.
Red ROver Red ROver come on over,
when i did they locked they little arms
and tried to knock me to the ground
my stomach still aches with all the little hate
of the little women that hated me and beat me down.
DOwn to the ground i am made of.
And now that ewe knoe all my past
ICI this poem at last:
Ewe are the woman,
Eye am the mirror,
My heart is the trigger,
Eye am dead.
Love is kind.
PreAmbulatoryConstitutional 
Wreaking havoc on freedom. UnAmerican doctrine. Animal Farm and 1984 comes back to mine ideas. NOthing has prepared me for the invasion of my bastion my simple broadcast may save millions please pay attention minions. The right to view (sic)k any material upon the internet should be a given no one wants them listening to hearing hiding in the backroom watching what your seeing it smacks of worse things then eye am doing. Its pure and easy Nazism. Naught see ism. An easy play on words. Most of you know eye am a maker of short prose story poems shuddering in extacy as minions comment on my work is slow there is no where that eye can go to avoid the Big Bother Eye they have the Ear as well as Eye decide what eye can do adult and American its true just take a freedom from me makes me read white and blue all over again the green is for the Army Man eye trained to fight the enemy is LIFE is TIME is now the Admistrative Privalges gone mad. The program said NO Poetry allowed as we are Blocking your IP address how sad it includes the little pictures now no longer sent to ewe in email there is only a small oblonged box that says this picture can be seen at Photobucket this makes me mad its not ever PORN unless you count the three wise rich men from the ZZTopPoem sent. The Children must understand eye am not defending everthing upon the internet but eye am defending my personal right to view anything and then decide just for myself iff eye can see it. Today they have take that freedom back away from me and caused me once again to be a free American.
PreAmbulatoryConstitutional
Cross Words Curse Words
Cross Words Curse Words 
Eff this,and Eff that, and ess ess ess to you.
Curse words are the normal speak easy today.
Limited once unto gangers
now even old ladies
have learned how to speak in cross words.
How many; how few: too many is one are not you?
Our lives are to be lost by the words that we speak.
For the world it was fashioned by one.
That`s how it begun that`s how it was made it is true.
God Spoke.
He did not say "Eff this one": did you?
A curse word is a cross word to me.
I Am Killing Poets
I am killing poets. 
Just because i am one, now that i became one.
I want to be the only one, I want to be the son.
the poets son ; the only one; the ambassador of fun.
I am killing poets one by one.
Just to be the new one, just to be the pure one.
Just because of one; she loves me.
A poetress; she aches to rhyme with me,
come dine with me,
come sixtynine with me.
She knoes her namme.
SHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I am killing poets just two be the only one.
Poets are read and my parme ^V^ she is blue.
I am killing poets they are dying two bye two.
I am killing poets with my gun.(not)
I am just writing to have fun.
Parme
Parme 
French times are just day times
in France,
women are just
flowers that can dance,
blue is the ocean
when i see ewe,
sky is purple
but not blue,
time is in the bottle now,
every time i see you.
Time is just the enemy
but not of ewe.
Parme is the color of my lambe~ too.
If only I could dance;
I would prance,
around the stance ,
and underneath the moon.
A Pome for Amarylliss 
A pome _a heart without a home,
finding its way alone no song
singing endlessly in time
never drinking wine but sober this time
righting words in the nite and then
writing them on paper that never crinkles
sensing smiles in ladies dimples
wondering at love.
Copyright © 2006 charles hice
The Dragonflies Poem 
I saw the Dragonfly .
He was flying way up high.
I saw the Dragonfly .
Early in the morning,
early without warning.
Down by the water,
early without warning.
I saw the pretty dragonfly ;
he was flying way up high.
I suppose they eat all day :
what do you think they eat.
I suppose they eat all day:
is it bread or is it meat.
I suppose they eat all day.?
No , not like ewe and eye.
We are the dragonflies.
A Pome FOR MY Parme
A Pome for ParmeFlower 
Word will not describe
world can not hide
young man looking in yard
for something to do (Oh look)
these flowers are funny(purple)
they are smell funny(holds it to his nose)
Someday I will have a woman like my mother
some one to love me a wife?
no it will now never be
but I tried Oh how I tried
but I have something better
better than a wife
I have a ParmeFlower
Copyright © 2006 charles hice
Giving
Giving 
Giving is living now
giving is what living is all about
sharing with ewe
giving of my heart
letting it to ewe
giving up the good part
keeping nothing in reserve
i hope ewe knoe
there is nothing left of it
all i have left i give to ewe
my heart
captured me ewe did lifeless me
worth more to ewe than ewe will ever knoe
*LOVE*
The Pigeon Poem 
The Pigeon is taking food away from her mate today,
or he is taking food away from his mate today.
She is taking food to put on fat for winter time,
or he is taking food from her to dine.
Pigeons are like people cause people are like that.
feeding Pigeons in the park is fine,
old people have the time,to dine with pigeons ;
Time i have today:
the time i play away
thinking of (?)
the pigeons as I dine.
I am fine.
She is putting on her fat.
He is just out to dine.
People are like pigeons.
people are like that.
God(Angel)Help 
Death(?)
Life(Jesus)+
GOD is life and thee and me
Verily good will come to me
Pain is suffering help will come
I have sinned and fell too oft
time will never help me
years can pass but not erase
all the words i speak from my face
good words yes yea i have them too
but bad ones all too oft
do come from me to ewe
Angel walks and does not fly
came from Heaven just to die
die the death that i deserve
taking places
taking faces
changing death to life
Life(Jesus)+
Death(?)
JOY 
I have found more than one of them.
I do not care for pigeons.
They are not doves.
I leave them where they fall.
I pick up every dove I find.
I do not hear them call.
I do not leave them where they lay.
I do not bury them.
I pick them up and I place them all.
I do not think it sin.
There is no weight left in a bird.
(just litenessness my friend)
That has no life within it.
A bird without meat in it,
{"ewe knoe",Whiteflower;again--:D
A bird is just [a thing]a spirit given form,
a small part of GOD.
Parme--saw the sparrow fall.
Shadow Gone+ 
May 23,2006
Parme Birthday
Shadow Gone +
Shadows play around me.
Sadness is my middle name.
Darkness came ;
to engulf me:
But it missed me today.!
Once a year time ages us,
only once it takes it`s toll.
Have a happy birthday.
Moi Parme.=
I am happy to have known.
EWE.+<3
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