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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.

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.

POETS

 POETS

POETS

Some people are just different some people are just blessed

Some people are not better more humble than the rest of people seem

Some people make a stab at things unseen
A simpleton a farmer a soldier and the rest a laborer a warrior a vest
A statesman and a teacher a lion of a man and a little baby lamb
These poets These poets These poets of the land.

A Doctor and a Lawyer and the Indian.
A surveyor when he can find the time makes rhyme.
A carpet layer and a concrete maker the least of these and them.
A forgotten homeless in the corridor of time.
Endless women blessed woman making rhyme.
These Poets These Poets These Poets of the land.

Some people have so many problems stemming from the lust.
Some people have so many journeys starting on the dust.
Every march of a thousand miles begins with just one step.
Every poem written began with just one word.
Yellow and white and black as night.
These Poets These Poets These Poets of the land.

Odyssey of Odysseus

Odyssey of Odysseus

Odysseus or Ulysses

The man was angry at the kick he felt it in his heart they had moved the beggar rude away from fire. He lay his cloak aside and astonished the nearest suitor with his young appearance the muscles rippled on his chest as he picked up his bow the bow of Ulysses.
The axes laid on end to end had numbered twelve he fired the arrow into the target at the end they all had holes in every axe head not a miss among the axes. The neck of one turned red Antinous was dead. One after another the suitors crawled in their skin unable to flee the house was a trap they could not escape from the man so intent on revenge he was stout and the spears fell aside as they sought for his heart he was hit several times on his arms. Retaining some semblance of fading humanity he spared only two of the lesser servants who had not willingly participated in all that occurred to make a man murder to end his captivity and anger. The minstrel Phemius and the herald Medon they were spared grief Ulysses even killed the priest and at the end of the battle poor Melanthius was tortured there not the fitting end to a noble cause that some imagine this was.
A noble man and an action resolved to become the husband of his woman.

Walking On Water

 Walking On Water

Walking On Water

Justified by Jesus sacrifice.
Jesus shed blood , one ddropp for me ,
cleaned all the things that I have done ,
my past is gone , I am set free.
Death it self will NOT hold me.
My works are not the price I pay.
My Lord has a robe for me ,
washed whiter than the snow.
No gloved fist can send me there ,
but I will fly on ^A^ngel wings ,
to Heaven when I go.
The ground beneath my feet feels like a lake
of water turning solid as I walk toward my
Saint Peter from the center of my storm.
Learning to breathe the air again
and live in Jesus love.
I walk on water.

The Dream Portal

 The Dream Portal

The Dream Portal

It was a fancy building very large several stories tall an old mansion
Very similar to something from my past perhaps a large wooden plantation house where many slaves were quartered after the rich white folks died.
It could even have been a ranch house from the days of yesteryear when Long John Silverman the Lonesome Stranger lived. The lady whom eye love was in a costume dress and ewe found a matching hat like ladies use both purple dyed in woolen splendor the facade of the structure of the place was painted puce and purple peeling from abuse of years in westward weathered SUN shining from the desert EAST. It was she descending spiral staircases
Admired at by the many puerile longings of the man who loves her still?
 Resplendent in her glory long legs move slowly incased in purple dress where soon she met the GHOST of friendship past a man she knew while he was yet living looking for the day of funeral. He was searching for the memorial that most men crave they want remembrances. This story is a true version though the name of the ewe is kept a heart secret. This was ewe dream a portal if ewe will it came to be told by me through longing olde.

Conception

Conception


You can only see a person’s finished work the end result the words of fitted lines the frames the rhymes. Not the research lines the subtitles the erased words in the rubber mind the long list of things to add forgotten no epic made this time the thing is just another CharlaX added to the list on the last place people look when they are given time to browse. The lines dot out to intersect in spatial finesse as if it is the artistes’ conception of the rings of the universe. Add some color the long think lines become the blue ones turning purple on the ends the thin ones yellow out to read the normal lines becoming black as ink and turning white on page. There is a little dab of do you can you see it in the middle of the imagined lines that blotched ink blotted out of all the missing letters the misspellings and the wish fers just lying there its hard now to describe the color gone transparent non but opaque a word eye like to use is fine. The missing lake. The part of eye the tumor did not eat. The Circle drawn in the center of the lines must represent the finished poem all the intersecting coming from the hub to represent the meat. They meet. At center of the storm of life. To form a poem from CharlaX.

TheGulfofOil

TheGulfofOil

Eye have been to the place where they are reaching now. Eye nearly suffocated once eye nearly drowned. There is no pain worse then leaving life before its time. To be endrenched with oil all over all the pores of life to be not able to sustain the breath of  life to me is the finial atrocity. ALL the little birdies sing tweet tweet tweet eyem am oil covered robin. Eye am useless as a bird flying wet. As far as eye can get. EYe only fall out of the pretty blue sky into the dark oil covered wet. Into the GulfofOil. Its nicknamme is the best. Robin can not live there now Robin can not sing there how do you think this Robin feels so awefull in my side the thorns the life is gone the life is gone the life is gone no one to rule the sky in love. Perhaps the GOD that made the birds makes Sanctuary in his Heaven for oil drenched animals and avians. The ones that man made leave the Earth before they died the ones that can not stay here in the life. 

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Just get me to the Church on time. Giuseppe and Pinocchio were in the dining hall having Frosted Corn Flakes when Pinocchio burst out into a song. He was singing "IM getting married in the Mourning." A Gershwin tune from a Movement in the FIFTIES to promote old movies late at night. [My Fair Lady]
I'm getting married in the morning Ding dong the bells are gonna chime Pull out the stopper, let's have a whopper But get me to the church on time I've got to be there in the morning Spruced up and looking in my prime Girls come and kiss me, show how you'll miss me But get me to the church on time If I am dancing, roll up the floor If I am whistling, *whew* me out the door For I'm getting married in the morning Ding dong the bells are gonna chime Kick up a rumpus, but don't lose the compass And get me to the church, get me to the church Be sure and get me to the church on time I'm getting married in the morning Ding dong the bells are gonna chime Stock me or jail me, stamp me and mail me But get me to the church on time I've got to be there in the morning Spruced up and looking in my prime Some bloke who's able, lift up the table But get me to the church on time If I am flying, then shoot me down If I am wooing, get her out of town For I'm getting married in the morning Ding dong the bells are gonna chime Feather and tar me, call out the army But get me to the church, get me to the church Be sure and get me to the church on time "How did yew learn that song Pinocchio", Giuseppe asked carefully "are you staying up late for television.?" In 1881, Collodi wrote a story for "Il giornalino dei bambini." He was in urgent need of money, and his "Pinocchio" was born out of inspiration and out of necessity. In sending in the story, Collodi wrote to the editor: "Ti mando questa bambinata, fanne quello che ti pare, ma se me la strappi, pagamela bene, per farmi venire la voglia di seguitarla." (I am sending you this children's piece. Do with it what you see fit. But if you snatch it up, pay it well, so that I will feel like continuing it.) The story was called "Avventure di un burattino," the adventures of a puppet. He began this very important story in Tucson, Arizona where the puppet lives now with his homeless friends. Giuseppe tossed the empty bowls out and laughed that is a Adult song meant to be about marriage something a little wooden puppet boy should knoe nothing about stay young forever my burattino Niño.

love

 love

love

come to me unbidden in the love
come to me in the light of the day
come to me and give me succor
come to me and give me love
love is a man with his heart entwined
in branches turning purple in the night
pouring out his heart in love
pouring out his love
love is the kiss
the trust
the love
love

Time Will Sand Still

 

 Time Will Sand Still

Time will sand still


I tookmy left hand and pulled
on the wind,
I tookmy right hand and pulled
on the wind,
I decided thats all any of us have.
you may have money as most of you do
you may have wealth to keep you
you may not carry it out of the grave,
for you will fall ill,you ah Knave.
Seeing the sights is the best way to live,
for soon the time will sand still.

Charles Robert Hice

Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice

To Walk On Water

 
 To Walk On Water
To walk on water



To walk on water
to kill a giant
with a stone
to have a home
and not a house
to be a man
and not a mouse
to love a woman
and have my love returned,
would I be a murderer or not.
I will never know.

Charles Robert Hice

Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice