UNFURLED

UNFURLED

UNFURLED
will not salute or worship a flag of a nation not under god or pledge allegiance to not under god or to not in the classroom god evidently is not an american perhaps chinese god of dark moon walks on china road along great wall and pits large olive trees along the cloud line no one sees these trees in the sky when the chinese moon is red the pits fall out and hit the chinese men the olives fall on the women there under the chinese wall of greatness the clouds rolling over the road drop the olives and the pits from the hidden chinese trees upon the chinese people stuck in time they nibble on the olive branches struggling to survive the earth quakes along the wall of china below the road and the clouds over the road full of the olive trees above the greatness wall of china there is the people down below they live on olives now they must be turning green and brown from leaving to pick the pits to pick the olives and the pits falling from the clouding sky you will not find an american flag there below the wall unfurled

Agony MOuse Padd

Agony MOuse Padd


Agony MOuse Padd

The agony was several days eye refused to get to the counter to ask for a mouse padd the agony was caused by not knoeing what they will do for eye. Eye finally decided to try. This prose poem is brought by the tear in my eye to ewe. They did not refuse to help me they would not tell me no but they refused to give me one for my very own bout it is nice to use it for the time eye am alone with thoughts in public they let me take one not all the away home but to my laptop zone and eye can use it all day long as long as eye return it when eyem done sometime same day kind of thing it feels so nice to eye to use something loaned and the lieberrien is so nice to eye think eye am in love again she is the ethnic Chinese almost touched me with her hand such a nice feeling in a man and eye will return this mouse padd in agony because it is a gift and eye will not steal this gift but use it wildly in my dreams as thrift and pay the agony with love

SEven Poems for NPM

SEven Poems for NPM

SevenPoemsNPMPenny SevenPoemsNPMPenny Pennies
by Charles Robert Hice on Thursday, April 7, 2011 at 9:09am

SevenPoemsNPMPenny

SevenPoemsNPMPenny

Pennies from Heaven not one red cent penny for your thoughts lucky penny is heads penny saved is penny earned turn the penny toss the penny tuck the penny the penny in the fold. Pinch pennies pitch pennies putt pennies in the jars. Penny Loafers shoes. Penny poker penny glued to bench with super glue. Penny Candy Two. Inflation made it nickel Candy then one more dime then you got two pieces for one quarter then you get one piece for one more dollar now. Call the penny in the air to win the toss. Penny is the cup of them beside the phone for people who got none. When there is silver there eye get the dime eye get the nickel or the quarter out of there so pennies thrive. When caught eye smile there is only supposed to be pennies there eye try. No silver in them now no gold just green metal oxide getting old. The pennies cost too much to mint them now. Hoard them upp in barrels of them spend them anyhow. Penny Banks of piggies or unnatural arms come out to get the penny put it into the slot. Saving money never works people steal it from themselves they break the Bank open run to town to get the things they must have then they cry to broken pieces of there heart. Pennies gone. Go start looking for some more.

Lifeline

Lifeline

Thoughts of Jesus when eye find food when the sun warms me when my clothing works to clothe me. DE JE VUE when Susan comes to call me. Then the work to get the poem started the hot spot still the place to be when the lieberry is not open. The limits of the finite mind not replaced but extended to this android case in front of me my little window of the world enables me to share my little space of GOD with you. The fury of life is the quiet little inside you being there not noticed just free of guilt or sin not in no hurry to get to the eternity not struggling with the future or mired down by the past just constantly on in the Day turns into night falls to sleep reluctantly missing the fun we have. The light filters into the dark the warmth filters into the cold extremes become normal the horrible becomes the forgotten rotten past mistakes come clean then flush gone with the white linen soiled like the dove. It is the boredom the tedium of life ruins people for who they seem to be does not exist when they seem different. Eye feel like someone else most prettier then eye not me. Diamonds cut glass is not news turning Glass into Diamonds would be fantastic but finding roughly diamonds in the stones is more like items written in this crinkle web paper. Little BOY Reading this little tenement rags on your feet mother in the vodka bottle life in your sleep eye hope you will become the poet you will be. Try to find the words to rule this world for you then me. Follow me to Jesus on one more poem one more turn of them pages lift them up to people who will here the poems when we the poets will be gone. Please be my lifeline.