SIn or else

SIn or else

Charles Robert Hice changed his cover photo.

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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 

some other thinking not mine

some other thinking not mine

July 25, 2013 at 11:13am

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the mention of the men who have no money all the poor poor men please who who not the hooty owl again doh ray me la teeh doh teeh doh hooty owl hooty owl teeh doh

some other thinking not mine

some other thinking not mine
sure they mean well they tell
they hoist the boom and bring it down on you
explaining to you just what you have to do
as iff the gospel is given unto men in paychecks
the  20 dollar bill is lord and master now to them
wear the gun invisible on your belt hide the bullits  from the gun stock they make welts upon your sacrilege form the lines pay the penalty of time
bark your orders from the grave no one listens to your grace whiskey laced sermon now you see them now you do not see them shine on harvest moon of time is coming time is nigh near the starting near the ending of the time
judge me quickly judge me not guilty not thet eye did never sin but the sin must be forgiven men  who  who died and gave us the keys find the lord of all religion please do not call me the hooty owl again Roman Legions beck and call master of them all  is money rolled money counted money paid and money kept from the destruction of the mention of the men who have no money all the poor poor men please who who not the hooty owl again doh ray me la teeh doh teeh doh hooty owl hooty owl teeh doh money not mine thinking some other

WhoWill

WhoWill 
WhoWill 


Who will read mye poetry will there be a lieberry in the future of mankind where people turn the books like dimes spent in the slot will they find CharlaX in the melting pot of crucible so many more deserving people write the Asimov and the Heinlein will always be the ones the children want. Perhaps unheeded the book of CharlaX Prose sits on the very last row and gathers dust and moss. Will the last lieberrian perhaps just read the covers one last time and pause. Take down the CharlaX book with trembling hands long used to reading love. And he will never read another book because he fell in love with poem prose and the way this man writes things from his heart he started a reading journey that will not soon depart from start. What is the end of time but novels in our hands the sky shoots clouds across the day turns into night the flashlights come out and still we would not part with book for death. Depending on what is it about not the length for eye have read some very long books because eye was interested and life itself took second place the bed forgotton eye must keep reading Father Mother dear eye am going camping to sleep in mye bookreading again. Perhaps the lieberrian will find all the charlax poems so interesting he will make a light at nite perhaps a General Store left open in the holocost with a flashlight and several thousand batteries on hand after all he has the time. He handles each page with alacrity of age fingers start at the edges and stop and start in a paroday of confused moments meant to halt the passing of time and enjoying some one elses writtings oh to be able to write like this how does this man pen these odes of wisdom. Then one day the book of CharlaXProse falls from withered hands as the man goes gently to his GOD and life is gone. He sleeps like all the rest of them the bombs have come but for several days perhaps weeks a few months of time perhaps years had come and gone the death of falling bombs have missed the old liberrian. Long enought for him to find a reason to read and light the night. Read all the poems Who Will.

CHOICE

CHOICE

CHOICE

everyone of the great big musick bands they made dozens of hit songs some of them the same as other great big bands they did there own  version of the hit songs that everyone had on the radio and sings too they like to hang out and play the music even today they argue like little queens about who gets to play which  version is the best and who sang the best songs who played on the drums and who sang the best  vocal the lead on the guitar and the bass was the rythum of CHOICE is really always up to you the go along with the other crowd has the say so your  vote do not count they say we like country you cannot be serious with all that old tyme rock e roll songs seem to be against our religion we like killing spitting chew and fighting its what us rednecks do we hate religion and family pay them back when we got old and gray leave them radios busted in the hay you aint lived too much until you seen a little boys face when he finds his little a m radio in the rain all busted up and broken it will never play again good CHOICE Irene goodnight they drink too much and will not fight they love the musick that we hate they live for peace and love and dove what nonsense what noise we get them in the end now eye got a you tube and can listen any song was ever made now and then but do you think my headphones is on all eye can see when eye look at my screen is my little red plastic radio eye found it busted to smithereens not sure which relative did this unto me but when eye get old when eye get grey they will pay stop playing loud musick and rude phone tones around me lets get back to the old time peace and quiet of religion what a CHOICE mary had to cry when she had to leave her lamb outside they said the lamb cant go to school the lamb cant read and write the lamb cant do the golden rule the lamb cant learn to fight mary had a little lamb it stayed outside the rain came pouring down the lamb got wet and mary cried CHOICE

Jealous eye see

Jealous eye see

by Charles Robert Hice on Saturday, October 6, 2012 at 2:35pm ·


Jealous eye see

people are intent on protocol indelicate area is the worm turning into the lover

she must not see this

he must not read this

and yet they do the intricate

how this must hurt the Jealous eye see

why is it ok with another more well endowed then eye

he has more money or he is also married to another person

why is the normal way of life

as long as he gets his at home

is it because eye am homeless you cannot love me

an unwashed linenless house guest on your wall your lovely wall

your inbox filled with kisses that suddenly must stop

because you do not need them at all

but he still needs them he still needs it all

why do recall a bad triangle

when a rectangle is what you always do

the other wife too

because the need is mine

poor Jealous eye see

is it only me or is it you as well as them

eye rest in agony

Jealous eye see

a foursome only me

facebook friend poetry composite

facebook poetry friend composite

rejection is not new for me intent on honorable completion of my task is simply to be friends why do you see it any other way poor lass the idea the concept is not new if someone is not friends they simply block you or they change permissions to make sure they dont include you on the wall watch facebook fall a persone wishes to be a friend the man wishes to be her good friend it finally happens to them both they get just what they need a friend still works for self what about my own more selfish interests in my nest is feathers plucked your namme is there among them most people realize they have a lot of friends they do not think you notice them they add pictures they make comments not connected to your want they make the green eye jealousy to bark upon the wall but stop and send a message to the inbox or the chat box and they come make everything all right again the pain is gone the friend is now the freind again let me try to explain this using flavors you get used to vanilla the vanilla bean is nice then someone hands you some chocolate on ice you balk at this new friend she does not want to be your wife and so you miss a step vanillas not so nice so now you have a new girl she is coming around to wanting you to be yourself you mix the vanilla with the chocolate swirls and now she is your Irish flavored girl it changes your perceptions it makes the nuances all the differance let me tell mhy lass for this she asked where is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow it broke in half you have one end of the rainbow while eye hold onto the other the pot of gold is only you my facebook poetry friend composite