Tuesday, April 20, 2010

20daysofpoetrypoempoems

20daysofpoetrypoempoems
april
TheLetter
PrivateHiceE3FirstClass
reminisce
It was the worst time eye can remember all the rain the men were turning graves were leaving bones the diggers left them bones on top and ran to shelter was a poncho given by a Major in the service trying to help a grunt to score you see eye was on the firing line to hit the targets for a scoring they were testing me. The thing made a surface and eye hit every target there eye cried when eye missed them only three eye took my eyeglasses off and wiped them too late for eye to see they made me marksman there was a note.ed on the paper said you only missed three targets to add them up to expert sorry. It was the rain as eye am a very good shott you must remember all them days before the rain was good the targets down the range fell down. Eye placed the Majors Poncho on the corner of my bed was made eye bounced a quarter off the blanket then hopped onto the thing to read the answered mail call that day had finally came. The Letter said : ed.note.ed (this is all eye can remember of what she wrote so smitten was eye smote) you are a soldier now and she said it with a smile and eye have no need of a soldier as a lover you are now just incomplete Dear John dear charles you cant come home to love. SO sad a thing so sad it kept me drunken in my beers for far too many days and years have lost the will to live its over when they give them Dear John letters to them men. Eye had all sorts of plans to fight the past it disappeared in one small minute of an afternoon. They all get married in June. They all send them Dear Johns a letter in April. Monsoon. Rain is falling tears of Angels. Landing on them inked words in them Dear John Letters.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Afterlife

Afterlife
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Afterlife
The end of life WILL come what then ? Remember the starting gun ? The life was made refreshed and gone. What do we do then before the throne ? Before we get our wings. Men and even women walk them streets of golden no wings will then be needed no wings of silver or of gold. Trust Jesus. Eternity is a long time to live is better then to die. To rule in That lake of Fire and Brimestones is for the Devils that will always be there. The servants of the Lord will someday rule in Heaven. Place no stone near where you lay my head or nowhere near mye body then. There is no way eye want to be remembered here. No salutes. No decoration boots. Mye livery will be delivery. Mye life will be up there. Up Yonder like all the songs says. For the Lord will change my body and purify mye soul. The people is nice and the coffee is 155p McDonalds had a ringer a man with a Dell laptop just like mine he was doppleganger with no hair upon his head. News is spiffy today eye am inn a new internet cafe. Heaven is near at hand a BlackViolet at mye elbow and a hot connection in mye hand. The Italian flavor not sweeten coffee not booze okay??? thankzx you minions for concerned for eye. AfterDeath is AfterLife.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

SavedChances

SavedChances
poem
Shaved Canches
SLaved Romances
Slavic Prodigal Treks
Anchient Chinese Medicines
Runn the power corded out past the outback make me an outlet near the ruins of Nepal and eye will go be on the internet near GOD the option is amazing the option is to die the online life eye love as poet is the only one eye have in time never mind the highway wayside never mind the wasted years in fears and tears and careening controls all wired up wrong the platatonic useless past while gone still arreares its ugly head in bed with all the lionesses withstanding all the liones throttled by the bottomless pitted without olives only pickled with the bringing inn of sheaves while sheep never sleep in dens of antiquity. Disallusionmeant is learning that everything you do has a cause celebre but nothing you ever do affects said cause its danger to continue thinking in directions. Money paid on account goes directly in that said accountant gets that money even if you paid for a book by Jack Kerouac he got zip he got nada Jack only got Jack. Sorn Pucks. Sorn is not good so low. Pucks to be a grindley fair, a grindly bare. Hairy foaming logs of histute porrige missing the bowl making the proceleon all shiney brightey read this again its not what you was thinking. Talking about corn flakes and breakfastes. Road food and birthdays. Poetry and odor. Socks need powder but no one goes there when the clothing dries it will be less offensive when its dry again they says.

Monday, February 15, 2010

CharlaXARooney

CharlaXARooney
poem
You see eye DO like dead presidents eye like them a whole lot but you SEE they make the old ones now. The girls at the coffee shoppes in New York just dont care anymore they give me the old money cause im a Grey haired old man. They see me coming haha I know you understand how FRUSTRATINGLY horrible it is to get a one dollar bill back from your brand new five only to find it has white ICKY tape on the back of it it is split intwo pieces when you remove the tape LISTEN up I know you have done this too when you remove the tape NOW wait where was eye ? When you remove the tape from the back you now have two one dollar bills but only two halves they wont work in any machine we have in the office. I know cause I am tired of trying to get that bagel and egg thing. Please girls all I am asking you is too go into your drawers and remove the old money place it on the Bottoms of all the stacks in each little place they go asleep until you actually have a customer in your place of busyness. A little CBS humour. HaHA. This has been CharlaXARooney on SixtyFive Minutes.

Monday, January 18, 2010

SaintPetered

SaintPetered
poem
Saint Peter paid Saint Paul Listen to the children sing them Christmas songs Caroling outside your Prison walls the window breaks the lightening comes. The Earth Quakes Shepards fall they fake falsetto in there haste to save the lambs. They must save them all. Did Saint Peter walk on water after Jesus was Crucified after the Jesus died? There is not one INstance eye can find. It would be written in the History Book something like this. After Jesus who was Crucified Saint Peter was often fond of being found out at the lake hopscotching barefooted across the water schlepping and dropping one ski in the water. OAR. Or after AD 33 every time a storm comes up at the lake Saint Peter is found there frolocking off the bow of the fishing boat simply out there walking on water. NON. It simply never happened. Neither is it written that he was some Superman challenging the Soldiers slapping guards and taunting men with spears kicking open vault doors like Hercules breaking chains and locks. The Spirit in the Earthquakes was enought. Opening Prison doors is still the Work of GOD. Yes, Jesus Overcomes. BUt iff you took the Puritanical Catholic Church even the Pope to the Crucifix and tried to string him up there would most likely be a Holy War. What was good for old Saint Peter also ended with Saint Paul but not the same for someone like the Pope. Now pride goes down before a fall. Saint Petered.

SaintPetered

SaintPetered
poem
Saint Peter paid Saint Paul Listen to the children sing them Christmas songs Caroling outside your Prison walls the window breaks the lightening comes. The Earth Quakes Shepards fall they fake falsetto in there haste to save the lambs. They must save them all. Did Saint Peter walk on water after Jesus was Crucified after the Jesus died? There is not one INstance eye can find. It would be written in the History Book something like this. After Jesus who was Crucified Saint Peter was often fond of being found out at the lake hopscotching barefooted across the water schlepping and dropping one ski in the water. OAR. Or after AD 33 every time a storm comes up at the lake Saint Peter is found there frolocking off the bow of the fishing boat simply out there walking on water. NON. It simply never happened. Neither is it written that he was some Superman challenging the Soldiers slapping guards and taunting men with spears kicking open vault doors like Hercules breaking chains and locks. The Spirit in the Earthquakes was enought. Opening Prison doors is still the Work of GOD. Yes, Jesus Overcomes. BUt iff you took the Puritanical Catholic Church even the Pope to the Crucifix and tried to string him up there would most likely be a Holy War. What was good for old Saint Peter also ended with Saint Paul but not the same for someone like the Pope. Now pride goes down before a fall. Saint Petered.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Power.

Power.
CharlaX
poem
i just lost the text document i was working on the text disarreared ahahha im doing a shorter piece and going back another day for the finisher

Power.

I could roll my eyes. Putt thinking to the testing. Muddslide down to cover any unwanted guest. Cover them with lurid avid mess. Like Old Testament days. Butt Ochams Razor swings. As the Avalanche below me saves me the Avalanche above me could cover me. Let me live let the people live and perhaps I will draw another day of Power. Power is the continued life. JESUS SAVES. Alive alive oh. All Alive. Prisoner and Jailer. Both Alike. Both Alive. Power.

ed.note.ed Pride of accomplishmeant got before my fall i lost the poem i was working on but this one is so small. Power on.