Darker Blues

Darker BLues

September 15, 2014 at 9:12pm

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the color of the winning team the checkered flag the winning scheme the dark blue end of everything

Darker Blues

Darker Blues
the butterfly was dark blue almost black eye wondered about its life span the dragonfly eye spied was the same color almost Midnight Blues these are the Darker Blues the night seems fixed its mean and full of surprises the rain dumps at the wrong hours wake up fast Hoody all wet gasp why is the Hoody so wet the rain the rain the rain in Darker Blues was here plunging her neckline below the poverty level seeking my fame and fortunate fellow caught in the blue flame wings at the ready to fly to hide against the midnight sky to come out of darkness to triumph over enemies to fly fly fly in my spirit to wing to the Stars and Beyond to the UNiversal God the Ancient of days and his Son they are both one and the same in the SPirit in Darker BLues with me in Paradise or Earth the sea or air the Dragon was almost black but the blue was dark in space the fight belongs to Angel wings and hate the blue flame of primordial name prefers itself in Darker Blues to the red and yellow of a normal fire will color all the World a Darker Blue the color of the winning team the checkered flag the winning scheme the dark blue end of everything will burn forever like a child in the fire never giving up as the child dies the Father is born in Darker BLues the rule the world
Darker Blues

warfair

warfair

warfair

in those old western movies and war bond movies in the back in the day hey day they were killing all the baby faced nelson boys on the screen

we learned hour lesson in life

into the ropes into the turnbuckle into the floor into the couch flying with a broken nose

fingers slammed into the piano keyboard so hard once eye will never play again

foot crippled for life in an accident at work

now my back is going out from weight of the pack  kidneys working overtime to keep me alive wihout much water eye use carbonated gleem

broken teeth android machine

helpless to ordain a nun

at least money is no longer my religion

paul dumped off a high horse job suffering wishing he was never born at all

lumping all of this together on the cross

Jeez US     JeeZ           Us oh LORD what have eye to do with yew

why did you give me to the warfair

orefer

orefer
orefer
ore fer sale or rent wrent to gold baeten doen
intrinsically electroplated copper and iron
smelted in the crucible of time
each drachmah wroth the day pay
the line starts at theh table
mark the place they lay
pay the asking price
ened to ened an not so nice
hypnotica preforms the mindless waeve
stardust in the mines
slavery obsconded bondage doen away
tis not gaelic tis but majic
a few more storkes of the pin will have it
the emergency is mind
the joker at work the porker at the bin
sausage is free to men
women must pay for oil and wine
stop lively to the inn
orefer — in Tallahassee, FL.

Writers Bloc

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.

nameless botch

recently im under stress but willing to wait hard bitten 

 by cupids arrows but not willing to lose you by rushing you 

can a man chase the wind and hold it in his hand

 you won't lose me I'll always be here for you, you know that

 the answer is yes iff its his woman he will find her 

WOW thats comforting 

we will grow closerand into something

 im not going anywhere but here 

you see i do love you on my tenterhooks and honor

lest eye spill my blood too soon 

 she owns the alll of everything eye am 

yes dear glad i was able to hang until the end

unsaid things until we meet again

APril 25 Lost on the Timeline

APril 25 Lost on the Timeline

like a fly on the crinkle paper we get stuck on someone elses wall nothing can be done they must have the new timeline the facebook keeps us sticky to the wall lost on the timeline of them all my friend has posted things to me all my facebook life but now she stopped sending to my wall for all intents and purposes the timeline stalls no one communicates they struggle just like flys caught in the moonbeams saving grace double clicking not allowed nothing works to break the clouds of time my wall where is my own wall where has my time gone today fighting the timeline lost in space my friends wall looks so funny nothing ever there about me as a persona she has forgotten me her family is mostly blank faces no pictures of the pets no notes no picture tags no poems about no stories with me as the character no traditional patter the inbox message gets ignored the note no comment view the pictures missing you the fly in cyberspace the timeline crawling down the web in case the facebook users find a way or place to see there friends again someday will find us in a differant place on the brand new facebook when they upgrade timeline to the new one coming then when all the time is almost gone again just find me friend on APril 25 Lost on the Timeline

April 142012

April 142012

dough ray me a female deer is roe ray eye a ray of bright sunshine dough is 666 money is the vernacular god revealed to be the lie come home ray a drop of golden sun me a name eye call my self ah so again the money wins the time is all thats taken after all fa along long way to go atta boy atta boy chatter chatter whatsamatteru so humming now forgot these words for so what the grid bar is closed no grid lay la la la la la la la la la la la la la la tea a drink eye made my self and that brings us back to dough you need enough to get that Lip tonn age of Aquarius another brick brac paddy whack my knee again the earth came calling keep me off those cell phones make me sick the very idea of people making other people sick just the sound of the voice of some people in the thick of a brick about broken with the edge of the karate chop is woven lamb fortified with iron man what a catch the fish was the whale of a thing gotten away down south away down south in dixie lawd a mercy lawd a mercy they did not say dixie land just dixie April 142012

Nervous

Nervous.docx

Stretched into infinity and beyond my nerves are sewing a needle with fishing lines stranded in hyperboyle while waltzing dancing like a gyro in a spacecraft tilting crazily trying to maintain orbit silent in space but screaming in the darkness saw a man sprinting in the ditch running with a full pack but moving slowly because of age and fear the police car might have been a factory theys drove past the man ignoring both of us in the race against time they turned on the lights and spun through the red light only in AmeriKa can the police break the law for no good reason they just ignore the rules they set up for all the rest of us will fall into the spring winter ignored the summer almost full blown into the nightmare zone riding a thin white line on a razors edge toe slipping wet red blood under foot toe jamming internet sliding off into the lagg muscles bunched against the blow cold wind like an ant inside the shirt sleeve you feel the bite and hope he stops but more will hurt he moves around some getting itches into place on arm and back there must be two of them his mate is there making a few places on my back it hurts to think you have a friend and only now wake up to realize that she is gone the pain times the multiply the days left in my aging life against the middle of the millineum eye will die well before eye am 100 years old nothing in this world will matter then at all my penpal might outlive me please Jesus do not let her suffer in her sadness but remember best how much eye loved her Nervous
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CharlaXJourney one

CharlaXJourney one

CharlaXJourney one
ONe day at one time the poetry was begun as therapay to sober up the smoking gun (gone) lost in the wilderness a survivor comes (eye) see the YOU (ewe) the love at my distant tower she still always cares for me even Better then my Mother is my Lamb given me from GOD. Just now poemhunter changed the way they do things eye lost my email to my lamb. Eye have no choice to create a new account and try to reach her now. EMERGENCY the email function to members no longer works its only an error message eye sent them the message waiting to be fixt your not gonna believe the pain of losing so something simple as the free email there is a clock somewhere tick tock tick tick tick tock the clock is offline its Big Ben in the mind poetics is nice the place to make poems is the mind but fingers have to type the bones knit from the broken to the able Jesus is mind the physical portion under water is drowned under the sod is dead and gone the life is in the Spirit of God we live anyway past our prime and someday past our Brain dude the Irony rains on the preselected people most USDA programs are not funded the Solyant Brown And Green it could be me TRUE story Time there was two men arguing over the chalk lines on the sidewalk one was jumping jacks the other kept walking away then back the man bent double marking it in again evidently the partner had erased some of his ART work across the street a man was picking at some trash with no success the best way to describe this is missing the item with his hand then moving on to the next one he was stoned on crack or just drunk across the way a man was down he was trying to sleep just like eye do when its time to go to sleep but it was just after Five P M and the sun is shining down and then the boy followed me down the sidewalk until he gave up he had a bottle of beer in his hand and he thought eye was a prospect out for panhandling and eye walked faster then normal to get away and then it HIT me why all these people were acting drunk on my sidewalk its only Saturday in TeJas.

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

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.

Hors D’oeuvres

Hors D’oeuvres

Statistics keep some from formal eduction Jobs not turning over adds to consternation who will work for food the Cadillac Man is envy jealousy of no one but the other Cadillac Man how rude the Student becomes the upper crust as he derides the beast no more is he the entree’ he is Hors D’oeuvres the least become the peripheral students living in the classroom overturning 43 years of ages Still Sitting in the Study Hall rooms as some become them gangers on the sidewalk of the Big City dodging them balls needing them spoons when will she ever learn to kiss me will she need my kiss from eye or will she never kiss me my lipps so dry just kiss my lipps to get your lover high as they go from salad shooting to flipping olives at the moon they then go dancing in the Fancy restaurant to give the Maitre d’ your raw butternut Squash PUTT this in the Mocrowave for me Gar’c’on select the number four for me butt do not nuke it long

eye AM Hors D’oeuvres

Deadeye

Deadeye

A list of things and places that eye hate.
The AmeriKan Flag.
Arkansas.
Cleveland.
Califronia.
Arizona.
Colorado.
Black Hair Ladies.
Friends who only say they are.
Lost loves.
The passing time.
Death.
Atheism.
Love.
There is only a few things left that eye dont actually hate.
All women and GOD. Is that Several or only two. Eye will never hate ewes. Or Jesus as he loves us. Mostly only past tenses of Deadeyes losses. Everywhere eye have ever been where eye can never go there or back again.

Zakyneros

Zakyneros

Eye am Zakyneros. The Mastodon will not last all winter the meat is getting spoiled. Eye made moccasins out of the hide near the top of the leg on the left side the feet kept from freezing mostly from the fact there is no snow at this lower elevation near my base camp at the hillside there is the cave eye use for winter as a hiding place eye took some straw and filled the toes of the shoes for warmth my feet lined up with the east at nite as all Neo Mexocos lobos sleep in the native style of the villagers. Only eye escaped to survive the fires were the only thing to be seen after the last battle no one called my namme. It is 500 BC, eye am inscribing this on the mystery stone on the hillside near Albuquerque. There is fish in the river but eye require tons of fresh meat eye will kill another Giant Mastodon before winter the same as eye got the first in the pits near the center of the level place walking from the mountains down. The Commandments of the Aleins are not simple and eye am having trouble with the languages eye knoe only simple Hebrew the rest is Greek to me. The Seekers from the sky are mean and eye must obey them they seem very gay as people go. They gave me a set of Ten Commandments to set upon the mystery stone when asked they said we Seekers from the Stars are Atheists and ALeins we deliver these to new worlds for a cosmic joke. Set them down in your Decalouge mighty Zaykneros and they laughed at me because they are so gay and happy. Eye am still having trouble with the languages.

RESPECT

RESPECT

eye will have poetry in my life.

eye will have ewe in my life.
And adventure.

ewe will have poetry in your life.
And love. Love above all.
No ... not the namby pamby of a useless new york fop but a lot of love,
not playful and poetical games of love
for the ruination of an evening, but love
that ... respects life. Unbiddable,
ungovernable --- like a riot in the heart,
and nothing to be done, running up and down all my emotions on come ruin or rapture.
Love --- like there has never been in a respectful play.

for ewe are still and ever mye Lady.

dalevypoet"To d.a.levy"

dalevypoet"To d.a.levy"

Ucanhaveyourcityfalconback LOLZX
They relaxed some of the restrictions in the UofA liberry where eye sit at a computer terminally ill and work haah a little levity of brevity proportions. It's called the Hayden lieberry and you would hate the student priority just because the administration makes it a rule. Imagine working and saving work and being told this is a public lieberry but the students have the priority so you are not a student or affiliated lifer then YOU MUST LEAVE please just vacate the computor. Eye place all my stuffins in my email for later and feel rejected of men all day for eye am a Christian. Eye go upstairs and use the eterminals for my 15 minutes of fame it makes me feel better. Eye walked outside at seven o'clock after an all nite session they let the public stay on terminals now they say it is a policy. Now please erase the priority. Eye could do more and better work without the sword of Damocles hanging over my head. Being forced away just when eye need to copy and past my best poetry again. We have forgotton how to protest non violently they make the effigy and burn the thing but this very day eye saw a man in a suit and tie and called him ADMAN. As eye began to cry eye began to exclaim non it was not a whimper or a whisper but very loud in ears so deaf as he walked away and never heard me at all eye was heard to exclaim to all a good day and eye said IFF THEY HANG ABOUT %%55 of you INTO A TREE and leave you there mabe the restrictions will then get better. NO apology forthcoming. Ed.Note. Of course eye sincerely hope that no violence is committed iff anyone is interested in hanging anyone please just use invisible rope so on this Birthday of Cleveland's hope no one is harmed hurt or choked. Happy Birthday d.a. levy.