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Charles Robert Hice

Writers Bloc
and so we come to the finial evaluation the apex of the trepidation the worry and the fear fall threw the roof of the ivory workshop
there is nothing new to be written all the ideas are used
like a closet hook full
like a treetop in an inferno no a tornadoe
or a rabbit in his hutch or out to lunch
a carat needs a ring
the sloping roof spills rain
there is no dry spot no human refuge in affinity
does the wording fool the eye no way
does the reader wipe his forehead his headache needs a pill oh chill gentle people reach out to your imagination use the hidden box to find the key open the mind and read the written pondering
Lunch will be at Five Pm today due to infernal conflicting demanding needing yearning hunger
and because it gives me time to play inside
the weather changed from one day to the next
a real sow easter blowing my mind
welcome back to
Writers BLoc

Writers Bloc

a carat needs a ring the sloping roof spills rain   Writers Bloc Writers Bloc and so we come to the finial evaluation the apex of the trepidation the worry and the fear fall threw the roof of the ivor

By: Charles Robert Hice

Raw Reqruit

Raw Reqruit

this story needs to be retold

tommorrow is veterans day getting old

once eye was a young army boy reqruit

this is one of my real Army stories

bye charlaX

my uniform was light green they never liked my pants were not issued to me eye had bought them from the px and wore the same pants all the time

that way my uniforms stayed nice and neat in my locker

eye was given a weapon and we marched into the Louisiana Swamp on the way to Rifle range to kill some targets

some of the men went hunting on the way the sargeant was upset with me eye was not moving fast enought he screamed and yelled at me it is the Army way

eye asked him was my weapon loaded

he made me learn to open it right there to see iff there was a round inside

and of course there was none there for we were not even to the Rifle range yet

you call your thing a weapon and not a rifle

ok

when the Lieutenant noticed my weapon jammed he tried to fix it for me fast and he tossed it back to me still jammed

eye tried to use it and tossed it back to him

both of us is dead eye said

he kept my weapon for a moment and said to me why did you say that to me

and eye said iff this were Viet Nam all we would have is your Pistol and they would have killed us bye now

and that is really what happened to me one day in the Army

this is truth to be told

bye CharlaX

Raw Reqruit

for Veterans Day 11/11/13

in Tallahassee.

CharlaX fabels Aesops Brand X elijah

CharlaX fabels CharlaX fabels Aesops Brand X elijah

by Charles Robert Hice (Notes) on Saturday, May 18, 2013 at 2:07pm

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the Lord had taken my prayers and given me life the wings of the dragonfly lifted my spirit the secret word she had whispered carried me to lengths of this world passing away

CharlaX fabels
CharlaX fabels
Aesops Brand X
elijah
the tribe tossed the indian into the desert he was old about 60 years of life how many more he might have had iff given food to live but this would pass he looked up for a sign from heaven there was a giant green dragonfly it seemd to say to him live try to exist for your penpal still loves you she is chanting now
the chariot came for me it was made of fire
the long walk in the desert had paid off
the Lord had taken my prayers and given me life
the wings of the dragonfly lifted my spirit
the secret word she had whispered
carried me to lengths of this world passing away
some people think there is nothing beyond but other people insist on the heaven to come a
view of GOD to enter believe on his son the Jesus one sent a deliverance
the chariot moved without wind or wings the flames did not devour the prophet
the INdian sings his death chant now eye have one day left
emotions conflicting inside me
to give to her happiness is mostly beyond me why do we make the most stupid mistakes to our most necessary dove
as the INdian died he noticed the fire was not burning the robe the hide was not singed his body changed he flew away on his angel wings and met her there she was
pookie def. n. deliverance from death for
a poet in love

 — at Canal Street.