Man in the Moon

Man in the Moon Man in the Moon

October 2, 2014 at 10:58am

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like children again happy like larks in the glen

Man in the Moon

Man in the Moon
you think you are a witch on a broom and eye am a grumpy old man on the moon but you keep turning shades at night is this the ghost the one that is right it must be the Spirit is tight on the flesh you in the brain from all the refrain of the Music we sang all the old songs and danced in our hearts like children again happy like larks in the glen not you but honey not honey but sugar the white refined ogre is kind of a beast he is so sweet but then loses his mind from the pain refrain play the song over lift the bed cover walk undercover of the moon passing over the dream of the man in the Moon is it you is it me or all three of the ghosts who are me one in the night one in the day and one in the flight of the dream
Man in the Moon

Solyant Green STew

Solyant Green STew

July 30, 2014 at 7:39pm

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Mark is a money making man Mark Two is the killer he is the one with the gun in hand Mark Three is the Marching Band Leader he plays the fearless leaper he prances past the stand to the Pavilion

Solyant Green STew
white cracker saltines the ones with no taste and the four large squares with the dotted lines you are supposed to break them there they never come clean
the soup is mostly water with mystery meat today how many of the men are missing around me two more gone
the bread a leavened in heaven
it needs more salt it needs more salt
the factory thrumbones on money
dollars is the misery of god
cents is crumbs that fall on the floor of the conveyor belt
what is left of time what is left of time
the Holocaust came and went the people numbered Jews for rent
the people were numbered they were used in the cracker meal and soup
feed today and live today tommorrow you will feed them all the left over people sang songs in the audio auditorium a symposium of people eating people to be found in partial plates in soup relates to cracker meals
all wrong the memory is gone no one sang any songs they hid in fear of the death that comes from Nazies once in charge of Armies how many Guards killed seven million people only Three the devils trinity Mark is a money making man Mark Two is the killer he is the one with the gun in hand Mark Three is the Marching Band Leader he plays the fearless leaper he prances past the stand to the Pavilion who will ever feel sorry for the likes of you we are lumps resembling food we are yeasty beasts pressed into service for the King in our religion is only Mark the 666 the SOlyant Green STew

2 the dove

Charles Robert Hice

3 hours ago · Edited

2 the dove
2 the dove
startrek
signature edition
worlds in collision
pps 73
Uhura was furious
this has been a startrek moment
what they did was continue the original series in a new paperback book penning more science fiction the above line is made up in the book and used here for emphasis is mine sayeth charlax
the dove did look furious it rained today a short thunderstorm shower my weather page said a chance of rain and it really dumped
the dove perched on eye level
she preened her feathers and did so so emphatically it moved me
eye stared and other eye stared
she cleaned her feathers on her breast and then her tail making sure over and over she was dry
she was furious at the wet between her eyes
this has been a charlax poetry poem in a hurry in a little flurry
just because it is my short day Sunday
2 the dove — in Tallahassee, FL.

Ravages of Time

Ravages of Time

Ravages of Time

ideo matic thoughts

Jesus spoke to the group in front of him

can you imagine the chaos iff he was only speaking to John

someone comes up to Jesus after Church

your sermon was wonderful

what sermon you mean my conversation with John

why were you listening to that

the poet is dead eye am continuing his existance

to the city your marble is dirty the concrete edifce is brown not white the bronze turning green the brass green not golden in the sun

moss over hangging planters

alabaster plaster

skip stones

walls leaning into streets

streets ending into walls

parks walking dogs

stray people in the parks

pedestrians traffic ignored all the time

laws pertaining to crosswalks lost and ignored

there is a reason nothing ever gets seen on the intergnet people are only looking at the self the things they post the bookmarks the notes the facebook the email

the rich get richer they steal the poor address

anything to take Identity theft