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

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NeverNeverLaLaLand

Think of this one as filler chinking holes in time to make this day last longer than eternity. Central focus is the never. SO many people said to me Never will a woman run for President. So many people said this also A Black Man will never be President. Gas will never go OVER $4.oo a gallon in Europe mabe but NEVER in this country. Yew cannot live with your house on your back like a turtle you will never make it. You will never amount to anything. You can never live on love. You will never be a writer. You will never be a poet. You will never be published. You will never stop drinking. You will never stop smoking. You will Never make it past the age of 14 years. You will never have the love of Jesus in your heart. You will not never live so long as to grow up. "A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, cone a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly." Heinlein, Robert A Robot diapers the cat invades the kitchen hogs the meat ships boxes empty builds designs awry writes prose no poetry accounts deletes walls destroys breaks bones of others kills the owners orders the kids orders the house acts uncooperative never alone equates additions efficiently dies and gallantly analyzes its faults. HienLien, CharlaX. As long as Never comes the poor will remain always with you. CharlaXJesus. Eye have an invisible Alien Crafted Space Ship made with computer age technology. Eye am a poet and eye am a writer and eye am 53 years. Eye have witnessed the fall of enemies the death of loved ones. Eye have suffered at the hands of criminals eye am hurt in my body and eye must forgive them for eye am convinced that they all live in la la land. Drunk and on drugs and hiding from the law of punishment. When the Jesus and all his Saints and all His Holy Angels come screaming from the Sky than will eye fight my enemies than and call it Judgement Day come for everyone that says Jesus is a small part of GOD. Eye look onto a dark glass and reflect not the temporary nation with the flag but the Heaven of Zion belonging GOD who sees with every eye threw stone. He will repay thee enemies’ mine see to it that you trouble me no further just find a way to leave me alone or prepare to face the GOD alone your He Man friends who smoke and drink with you will not help you against the living GOD. Be aware that it’s your fault whatever happens from the Lord. Just now a man tried to shake hands with me and eye refused so as he was leaving he reached out his hand to slap my on the shoulder what? eye ask you was that some bizarre queer ritual designed to fray mye frazzled nerves? It was almost too much for the mee eye became very angry and told him to leave me alone. He has bothered me before but he was a different one. The face changes but remains the same old Devil the ruler of the la la land the Drunk. Punk. Bunk. Junk. Sunk. Skunk. Eye talk to other men all day and Never beat them up.

Sensoreshippe

Sensoreshippe
Sensoreshippe
Send en masse out to hunt
when the idiots keep filltering the intergnet
all the elephont
one day the screen will be blank the screen filled with a lie
every creature dead and gone
on the screen is the number of the deviles namme
piles of bones and piles of meat
666 in flaming red letters
what will the future eat
you will have no other options press the button worship the creature
other people solyant green
Personally eye think porn is better
for nothing is a sin of itself it is only a perception of the person that makes a sin to be a sin
It makes me think and decide for myself
your sin is not mine it is not a sin to me
how naughty or nice am eye
it is a sin only to your selfish person
Sensoreshippe — in Tallahassee, FL.

666 governmeant

666 governmeant

666 governmeant

chew lead in pencils

no chewing gum aloud in the bus station

no porn in the lieberry is filtered

teach your children to fight

teach them to kill

teach them right

you make me sick in my dreams at night

666 governmeant

SIn or else

SIn or else

Charles Robert Hice changed his cover photo.

about an hour ago · Edited

SIn or else
SIn or else
there is a reason for everything let me begin to explain the way things are to a world of soft people enslaved to the money they still use and crave how many people give things away not even at yard sales they still putt a price on those things the burger king ad with the scantily clad bombo is a no no this infuriated me the whole country should tell them no we do not want sex involved in family restaurants the facebook allowing pictures of beheadings eye will only say this IFF eye were a Serial Killer eye would target only facebook employees leaving those work badges tied to those heads as a warning to the killers roman of you dead this is a subliminal warning message to the facebook robot back off the censoring must stop you two faced allowing whatever to the inn croud while the poor free people are not allowed to play jamming with new friends where do you live inside today you can be certain killers will find you out they will take the heat and beat you down you cannot rule the intergnet you fool it is not made just for you but others of a better kind of people come along and rule some people do not like sex with sports it is supposed to be for there children growing upp the good things we try to do get stuck while the sin we err with keeps coming out the end MARTHA dont read this poem MARTHA
SIn or else
CharlaX — in Pensacola, FL.

Dead Poet Pull

Dead Poet Pull

August 27, 2013 at 9:59am

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Dead Poet Pull
Dead Poet Pull
go into a bar on open mike night
they open the trench coats and flash the crowd gos  wild and roars for rear ended poetry night
this infatuation for the macabre is beyond the eye do not resort to sex to deliver poems to a crowd
yet eye write and do it most sporadically now you see it now you hunt for charlax is dead his poems might live on
a collection in a book online old web pages they could not find some of the poems will be left behind no edit coming no further words needed the poet gone into time
life is passed me bye
nothing much is given to a dreamer but religion and suffering at night
eye pull no punches eye pull no money out of a hat full of trickery
baddassshower poetry belongs to the trenchcoat poets not to eye
eye am too poor to bathe lave or slave
pull the taffy daffy duck the tossed salad good luck
liniment for horses pull the wagons pull upp the lane and dismount
cowboys and angel dust pull for the ground
words of comfort do not come from the trenches
pull the rabbit out of the pouch