CharlaXJoke

CharlaXJoke

A
Tongue Tied Dowboy walked into a bar in Cleveland and ordered a bar
tab. The Bar tab tender hooked him up then said, “What are you
so happy about?” The Tongue Tied Cowboy smiled then said,
“Every dime eye leave this place at midnide that saloon girl
near the diano smiles at me.” The bar tab tender was quiet as a
pin drop then he smiled his reply, “that’s only because
she is happy to see you go. Away in the Manger was playing in the
background. http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/a/w/awaymang.htm

You
all knoe that old saloon song. What a joke.

ARealMan

ARealMan

Vanity
vanity all is vanity sayeth the Preacher. No holster on my belt no
gun hidden up my sleeve no knife inside my hand no weapon carried at
the ready no steady look or gaze too long the wind has weathered all
eye done the time will catch the words eye speak and clobber eye
begin to see. Eye stand off to the side of target there in distant
space and stare past Venus with some haste to look for grace above
the space we call the Earth. Hauling my ashes in my yearn struggling
to overcome the man inside the urn. Working but not for temporary
fixes. Ethereal gain is dropped inside the pockets of the keepers.
Render unto Ceaser Ceaser, in an ornate gold encrusted crucible.
Total exhaustion becomes the price of freedom. Think you person
reading this is easy to make words to rhyme with reason in the last
analysis remember this is sometimes written near the hourglass of
time and seasons. No one looks so close at people’s feet to see
those hairs this wisdom.

She Wins

She
Wins

Eye
do not give a Fig, Newton. Listless as you or Rios cooky. Black as
pitched coke a cola black as nutt can be. The lunatic fringes hanging
from your laminated lamp shaded hat. You are so cold as ice boxing
with Matilda’s fridge a dare. Wearing that shift eating grin in
that Sears suckers suit. Polishing apples with waxing labels of brand
new name calling lentil soup. The board near the cupboard bare while
the Board of Directors sits well in hand turning over a new leaf in
her holed tri-colored Binder Glasses wiped clean and left behind near
the outbored motor grinding softly in the background making coffee
tea or milk for all them meloncoly babes. She lifts her finger as
hushes fall about the place the meeting several talk at once the
talking stops. Begins the meeting flosses all the toothy grins. She
wins.

CharlaXSonnet

CharlaXSonnet

English
(or Shakespearean) sonnets are lyric poems that are 14 lines long
falling into three coordinate quatrains and a concluding couplet.

Englais
channeling often been forboating forbidden swimming and foreboding
even for women.

So
many suffer in the water they stopped them from attempting it.

So
many dehydrated they were pulled before they made it out.

Do
not swim after dark in Chinatown.

Tenterhooking
near the City or a Body is forbidden and forcamping near a
Body or a City is forbidden.

Tentering
near the City there is no parking or tentering allow it not.

Poling
is okay but not tent poling for tent poling one must pay it out.

Do
not tent after dark in Chinatown.

Forhiking
is allowable only near the Englais Channel but forwalking is
forbidden near the Body of the watering.

Stay
on the hidden trails and be happy they are marking them out.

Walk
on the trails in sighting them near the City or be refined.

Do
no walking after dark in Chinatown.

Drinking
near Channeling while swimming is forbidden near the City Chinatown.

LetTt HIM in

LetTt
HIM in

Eye
could weep for where eye been mistreated:

Eye
could shake my fist at heaven raging for oblivion:

Or
just do what comes against the grain; forgive them:

Walk
on to heaven walk on to Jesus Doorway,

HE
is there with open arms.

HE
is there on every highway.

He
is there with you in Prison; HE is there inside the heart.

Look
within the Prisonor; feel forgiven as HE stands ready to receive us.

LetTt
HIM in.

ABC CharlaX P

ABC
CharlaX P

An
ABC poem has 5 lines that create a mood, picture, or feeling. Lines 1
through 4 are made up of words, phrases or clauses - and the first
word of each line is in alphabetical order from the first word. Line
5 is one sentence, beginning with any letter.

Awaiting
for a receiving of one line

Becoming
the blessing two lines

Controlling
the amounting three lines

Detracting
the controlling four lines

Five
lines is ABC finishing

For
a first attempt ewe at this Poetry Forming Formatting by ABC maker
CharlaXing.

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Critiquep

Your
poem. Your poetry as a howle group. You seem to suffer a broad back
lack of education. The predicates fight with the adjectives and the
misspellings they are atrocious. If this is done on purpose why you
are just an idiot becoming moronic. How ironic. Instead of coming off
cute you stink. Like the deep dark well I suppose it could be fixed
we can edit out the nose. Rethink the prose. Educate the author if
there was time and money enought. Better yet suggest a rewrite of it
all. Send in the ghost writer to fix your poems make them over wrote
in English language I suppose to propose using proper nouns and
further mores. Stop the mistakes by plugging holes in dikes with
fakes. You seem to have the proverbial hard on for society. Or
minimal brain damages. They probably assuredly find you in print and
line the bird cages with your minty offerings. Perhaps your picture
on the dart bored in the offices. They hold up the magazines with
links and pictures and they blow both nostrils as they pinch the
corner with the thumb and forefinger holding it at bay and then they
drop it gently in the trash. A poet did not know it they were graphic
in guffawing gnawing gnashing with the ideas that they have forming
what to do what to say what to act out in the fantasy when they
finally get control of all your words. Password protect all your
edits. Making up rhyme is fine but the making of a poem is still the
poets business. But in your case its only ulcerous.

Every100Years

Every100Years

MEN
are allowed one Generation of time but they bear Children of the wife
add the namme given to the life span to total a Grand of perhaps 400
years of Smythe. But the world turns deadly in between the span of
Generations there is strife wars disease add pestilence to life. Not
so many people trace the family tree past the Stone near
Birminghampton Grove where final resting comes with fences round
perimeters of mowed green fields of grass covering holes of six foot
deep. A strange custom humans have of burial they call it sleep. A
casket ride some extra fine and nice padded against Eternity. A thing
to be avoided at all cost or just accepted when no other way is
offered out. One thing most certain to the people there in residence
is the finalization of Death. But GOD in Jesus has come along and
changed this final resolution. For the dead will someday hear the
Voice of GOD and leave them Graves behind a thing most people never
seem to realize while on this Earth alive. In fact the point of fact
the reason for this dissertation written in this last Act of the
Final battle of the War of Armageddon in the Shadow of the Valley of
Meggidio
there will be MEN there of the New World Order One World Government
the 666 shotting GUNS and tossing everything they’ve got like
missiles and them bombs from long barreled machine guns at the LORD
GOD Jesus come back from heaven hitting
resurrected people and even ANGELS with no harm for at that final
moment when the LORD GOD Shouts his final battle cry all of life is
rendered harmless after all the hue and cry the battle won. The end
of time come. In the meanwhile every three times a week on MONDAY
WEDNESDAY FRIDAY they mow the grass on Graves in Southhampton
Cemetary grounds while all the visitors weep at the Birminghampton
Grove where people sleep.

TempGlitches

TempGlitches

A
girl was late for her lobotomy classes at the community collage where
eye compute these things eye write this document she paused and
turned to look at eye. The door was locked just seconds before she
had arrived but without another look at door she said teacher locked
it and eye meaning she missed her class ewe see. Eye checked my watch
and it was four minutes past the hour they must be strict on
attendencing. Now announcing the handy dandy Contrivor door unlocking
meeting restoration tooler. The handy dandy Contrivor door unlocker
or CUR for short abbv. Say it Ab vauh. Short for abbreviation wait
just say CUR for short. For a special timed limit only there is a new
Tool from Zappersunlimited™.com and Hasbro™® this is
just in from the office of the Treasury Department Donald Plence
Director of Marketing. This device is portable with the Atomic
Nerucell® Battery as the only working replacement part. It is a
long gray oblong box with a Green Light on button. There is no red
button no off device. Just press the button once not twice. The
company is extending the warranty warrenty to this device for green
Light failure only. Batteries sold separately. When activated this
device unlocks the door restarts the class or meeting you should be
attending. Now ewe can enter on time. Created by Hasbro™®
for Zappersunlimited™ the Whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater™
Company we all knoe and love. This tooler is not toy. Each item is
sold separately. This device comes prepackaged in an oblong toy box.
No other warrenty warranty is extended or implied. $122.95. Only one
item sold per household USA on a first come first served basis. Iff
your last namme is Smith or Montgomery we make exceptions. Ed.note.ed
RadioShack® does not carry the Atomic batteries so please do not
ask them that. Ed.note.ed.

TheClassicPoem

TheClassicPoem

The
fish that always gets away the mammoth that slips the hook swims past
then bumps the boat is whale a Classic tale. The lines are so
forgotten not time to stop while they are flowing in the stream of
consensus. Eye rhymed each other word to make this classic tale
unfolding in my mind it reached into infinity the limits and beyond
the normal flow like the novella War and Peace eye fell asleep the
Classic yet unwritten no words kept from the night. Convinced that
eye had failed my life desire to be a poet eye write each poem now as
iff it is to be the last one written down eye cannot read the Classic
back from memory is gone not even subject to recall not one word of
plot or substance falls into place. The Classic CharlaX swum away.

Whitebread Jesus

Whitebread
Jesus

Jesus
is limpwristed white anglo saxon male tripping on acid drinking pale
ale smoking only Manitoba Red but willing to BONG with any group of
young educated white people STOP. Of course this write is all self
evidently supported by the Constituents of the Republicans Hierarchy.
Jesus was an Israelite. A dark skinned desert dwelling nomad he
travelled back from EgYpt on a Camel back. Jesus is a Negroid. He is
a tall and balding black man with a hair lip in the south of
darkenness so that when he smiles his teeth are showing up like the
Cheshire Cat smile as eye remember ALICE as eye smile. Jesus is
Oriental yellow palor blending into hide as homeless next to concrete
walls unpainted near the asphalt changing colors as the world glides
bye. Jesus is blue. Because we make him sad. A frosty blue reflecting
anger turning purple and then red because of coming judgment of the
dead. Jesus is mad. But not at ewe or eye. Jesus is white for Holy
Robes cleansed of all the weaknesses of Human Frailties; GOD.

FridaySaturday

FridaySaturday

Friday at McDonalds drinking coffee in Tucson. A Ganger tried to pick a fight with me. There is no Saturday poem unless this counts as one the one eye wrote on Friday is loathsome and not published as there is only one way to make ewe understand my worry for ewe is love for ewe not wanting ewe to feel bad eye guess eye make too many mistakes with ewe not knoeing what ewe expect or want from me eye love ewe we are separated by space and time one of the ways eye have been caring about ewe is to worry a lot when something is hurting ewe and eye am sorry eye have been unable to make ewe understand this eye am sorry and eye will try to mend mye evil ways because eye love ewe when eye worry eye for ewe eye will try to hide it or make it go away this coffee is helping me to cope. A very good cup eye got the last of the last pot in mye refill cup for now she has the only decaf pot left on top. Surprised there was some left enought. Eye may decide to publish this on Saturday Kis ewe.

That Ganger laughed at my new New York hat on. Eye cared for none of that. He called me a Yankee and said HE was a Wildcat. Friday at McDonalds drinking coffee in Tucson. Eye finished up mye coffee cup kept mye New York cap on. Got back on the Bus Sun Tran. Gone to Saturday all alone eye worry not at all. But pen this ode a poem born on Friday polished up on Saturday for ewe. Sont worry ewe. Friday gone.

Fractions of ONE

Fractions
of ONE

Fractions
and Participles of leftovers in sacks even trash sacks are all
fractions of one some men have some training to be poor and so
horrible it seems to some and so it is just as bad as it looks. When
someone goes beyond the norm to gain survival of inebriated level of
intolerance to moral ethics common sense has flown away; the Bible or
any other educated book a guess to them or hated by the animal become
the normal living gone they become less then one or just a fraction.
Eye have a deep seated desire to function and so mye own grazing is
just limited to fresh wholesome things found off the top the entire
contents of the can becoming older the further that yew dig old man
in can. Ask me what a difference does it really make and eye will
tell you it is the Quantity versus the Quality. More is not always
better in this Survival game of life. Lessor is bettor the Quality is
King the large amounts of slop needed to feed a pig can be almost
anything but survival only a perfectionist can eat a donut with found
coffee. Almost every fraction found unless previously scrounged out
has its half life the aging process faster in this wood to stone
making desert clime. But men are found now in every city scape
scrounging for found in City trash cans. When the owl hoot was
finished grazing like the crazy man he is, he rode the bus with eye
yes eye did eye waited till his back was to me as he stepped off
headed to the corner store to get more beer this sage was heard to
say unkindly that old man is nasty to no one in particular though no
one understood eye had been speaking of seeing him eating all the
green fractions at the bus stop trash cans perhaps the Quantity has
given him satisfactions as he floods his lower levels with things
eaten that would kill the eye so now he goes off this bus to wash
them down with money bought beer from the store. Perhaps the eye is
jealous for he did not even offer me a bite; his conversation was all
one sided mono syllable disgust in flight. Even thought eye still do
the same things that he does in scrounge eye have mye limits eye am
smarter quicker cleaner only gleaming off the top of fractions cost
placed there by mye adoring public people in their haste to get a
bus; do eye feel sorry for a man with spending money buying beers yes
and bus tickets instead of food no way. He seems NASTY and worse to
me than eye will ever be mye stuff just will not ever stink ewe knoe
now what eye meant to say in fractions. Aside note to the women
reading this eye was not speaking of ewe nasal hair spray bottle cans
or lipstick mirrors tossed away. Just Fractions.

Bland

Bland

Pressed
white rice nothing added to it try to chew it white rice just has no
taste that’s why white people cook it add them things they add
to it. Some people eat Melba toast without adding anything to it.
They just chew it it is bland it is bread even cooked it has no taste
but bread. White bread has a taste it has a smell perhaps it is just
gluten or the pollutants that they add to white bread makes me glad.
Wheat bread is more complete it has a taste and a texture and can be
eaten raw or with nothing added two slices of wheat bread all alone.
No one in the history of mankind has ever eaten butter all alone.
Have anyone ever gotten the butter dish and went to town just licking
platter clean with butter running down the sides of the mouth.
Pudding made for diets without sugar but that no salt also so that it
tastes like nothing going down the tubes. Crackers with no salt added
let them age and get real old. Some typecasting of certain fruits
that normally are fine there is one type that is sour or off they
call it OFF they say the taste is off. Pecans. Especially Walnuts.
The real old ones almost rotten how it’s hard to get the meat
out of the shell. Peas or any veggie has been frozen and not thawed
out so good or cooked at all but oh so bland then they become like
gelatin or gel. But the king of bland is straw ewe eye don’t
see how them cattle make it eating hay all day its nothing but bland
a chew of an acquired tastor there is no flavor in a straw but
blander it becomes the longer ewe do chewer the blander it is done.

LesMisearble

LesMisearble

LeMorde

Dragging
feet sliding step after step as if lame but only tired of walking too
far to find the doorway needed to make the sleeper feel securer in a
world of we the people pulling blanket from the bag then laying down
then one more blanket from the bag how many blankets does it have.
LeMorde not ever sleeping more than just a few minutes of its time at
once a light sleeper must be ready to bound out at once or just to
run. The head in pain the wine bottle lays half empty or half full
the bugs crawl into the neck and start to fill the area to drink the
wine is ruined now. If the homeless was a person with a family they
are now there still alive in memory his heart has suffered death if
they have died. LeMorde his lips curl unexpectedly they drool his
eyes all white he smiles. The gloves have holes the moths have dined
the holes not reaching other holes in time the gloves remaining
gloves but only for a time. His shirt looks fine from a distance but
the salt mingles with the colors of his vested interest and that
aweful smell. The cramp comes to the muscles in his foot then up past
ankle to the half way up the calf the thigh twitching like a horse
that’s racing then it stops stops all at once. His pants are
always too short. The waist is cut to fit a belly overflow the belt
long gone. They reek they shout at people out loud just get away from
me that aweful smell. LeMorde weeps his tears making a stain where
his pillow should have been falling on the cardboard needing to be
changed but lazy is the man with drink just nasty now the roach has
gotten stuck and died in the bottle just inside the lip the wine is
lost. LeMorde gets up to go and try to get another one he begs to
fill his pocket up he needs another 50 cents to buy some mighty fine
wine just brother can you spare that dime. Inside he cries. LeMorde
LesMisearble in time.

FooBar

FooBar

Three Un Earthly definitions. A Foo is usually cooked sideways on a griddle or a grill no it won’t work on a grill it will just slide in the cracks and go to blazes. Agg foo young is just a chick a dee is just a letter of the Foo. The Foo bar itself is usually stocked with lots of different items some cabbage some lettuce some stock. A foobar is usually but not always bright blue in color but this is usably a variable of green to blue and back again to blue. Eye cannot do the ARMY definition as there are children reading this. Call it flattened to oblivion and let it go. A real Foo bar lets people have all they want or add from Column B or the side bar. Some of the better bars serve peppers for no extra sauce. Once ewe have eaten foo you will never want meat again a real foo is better protein. Eye like to recline a foo in hand on futon. Do not bite the foo until ewe see the white. The yellow should be hidden inside. A fried foo is flat. The yellow runny or harder than ewe can chew there is no one that can make it perfect ewe. Boiled foo is for everyday not just for easter. Some are pickled. Foo that is pickled is also hot peppered but never flavored although eye have seen some home pickling users make cinnamon foo and even liquorices foo too. Rice must be fluffy drained not hot let it cool eye like sugar in mine but better add butter or Lyme. 6 Foo half a dozen raw like an oyster stirred into the rice then salt and pepper added twice folded over the grill. No you did not pay attention have you learned nothing weed hopper the foo went to blazes again.

GrassEgYptHoppers

GrassEgYptHoppers

JohnHenryCombover

Reverand
Combover was eloquent and outspoken and a thumper of the Bible School
of misquotations the Church of the Covenant was near an empty Hay
field. Every Saturday they raked it but on this EarthDay Saturday it
seems that they forgot the rakes The Grasshoppers so used to
distribution moved up on their own to the Sides of the Church
Building and the Roof so seldom used they covered it in droves. The
migration there was silent no talking in the ranks. Perhaps ewe were
thinking then of Disney but this is true made up story life. They
never stripped the field of hay like locusts do in the Bible stories.
They only seemed to live a few moments of their time in each sad day
of life. Insects are rally fragile ewe and they don’t survive.
It’s also not true that they spit Tobacco juice although it
sure looks like it in consistency and size of blobber. The Preacher
was thumping the Bible so hard that dust mites screamed out in fright
the Congregation all jumped to a man all the Deacons turned and ran
then tossed open the doorway to the parking lot outside one man
yelled back over his shoulder and Cried “GOD will get you
someday Preacher.” For he had just misquoted the scriptures
again. He grabbed the Bible like a madman then chased after the men
like some doddering old drunk wanting another hit from the bottle and
they had carried it away outside the Grasshoppers flew out from the
roof and that Preacher almost died sure that it was the Plagues of
Egypt come from heaven down. But the Deacons all came back around and
laughing now they raked the Grasshoppers away not locusts John Henry
they smiled. It’s just Earth Day.

Only two things are infinite

HarlemSaundersParoday

Only
2 things are forever the whole universe and eye but eye am not sure
about the universe while only
two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m
not sure about the former. There is seven herbs and or spices on your
finger licking recipe but you are not a full bird colonel. Closer to
a Buck Private chicken eater with a goatee and white hair and
civilian glasses. The missing link of humanity. A real Kentucky fried
chicken eater would not lose his keys in the yard or climb into the
window of Heaven looking for a bed in Sandersville Wyoming in a
chicken Blizzard blowing snow upend his nose with a KFC straw better
suited to a vested interest. $2 Millions is a good price for a
lifetime promotion excluding the Canadian bacon bits you bogus added
to them chicken lipps to make them legs puff up. The wings of a real
bird do not have ANY meat on them at all they just tar and feather in
the air. Waves of grain production halted in the pillages of Canada
reflecting trends and motor car new freeway franchises. Gravy is
always slung as hash the meat on a potatoe has eyes. They still talk
about Harlan in the Highlands down at Harlem they just laugh cause
all the Brothers own the franchises. Eye would still buy some
Kentucky Fried Chicken if you sold them little green jalapeño
pop eyed chicken peppers with added breaded flavors of that secret
seven society of leaven.

readsubliminalbetweenthemessageslines

readsubliminalbetweenthemessageslines

The
entire Bible is on the head of a pin written someone has done this
eye remember seeing this they said they did it with a magnify glass
and a tweezers holding tiny inkpen. ALL the kings horses and all the
kings men could not would not should not putt all the eggs in China
into the seaside area THE polo pony steps on them. NEWS of food
arrives too late for those with coffins for a plate. THATS the way
the cokkie crumbly ignore the this that is for real meal deal in word
documents. PRINTTED to the newspaper racked up in the pool hall lines
were waiting there for bread. JUST find the end of time turn left
near Heavens gate than wait for wells of water to appear. TO FIT a
laser beam into a small hole in the window. News at Eleven. A Rubber
baby buggy bumper bumped into the raging river when it bounced the
baby lost the liver it was chewing lucky baby. Swimming is dangerous
in rapid transit areas. Holy Toledo why not Holy Ohio. Fractured
Fairy tails are hard to replace or fixture. HERO. No not the last
word. Not at all. The last word was FIT. Not PRINTTED. Not at all.

WiccanonInternet

WiccanonInternet

She places a White Robe over her head sliding down to cover her to toes she lights a Magic Orb one of them Sixty Dollar kind with wick so longish thick she weaves her fingers there in front of it like she has captured FIRE like all the better witches did on all the Devils movies. She moves mouse just barely catching it; surprised it arrows MSN then CLICK she double clicking it has thus her webpage but to open it she has to type. She learned typing in the High School she attended it before they kicked her out one Friday she was there the next Monday she was gone. She gets in Hotmail only after she refreshes it retyping all the numbers wrong she finally gets to open it. Her email Webaddress looks just like this a.wiccan@hotmail.com for her namme is allouchious wiccan on the internet. She always gets the capshun wrong but there is never any email there at all. No one has captured it on one has come on. Shaking like a leaf in windy day she reaches out and turns computor button off. Then she reaches out to snuff the Majic Orb. To turn fire off. IN fright she grasps the Wiccan Wick and snuffs the FIRE; a pause and then the single glisten tear falls discoloring her Wiccan robe of White.

ByGumItsNotAPoodle

ByGumItsNotAPoodle

ABC
gum is stuck under the edges of every table and chair and desk
everywhere the ABC gum is still ready to chew please get your own
leave mine for me or take some for you already been chewed your ABC
gum is still good for you. Everybodys doing IT doing IT doing IT
picking their nose and chewing IT chewing IT some sought boogers but
ITs not ITs Snot. Last seen on a light pole in your area escaped dog
a poodle “picture goes here” ed.note.ed eye saw the
poodle with a spoon in its mouth just the other day but did not think
to question such a loyal friend and follower now there is a rather
large hole under the fence the poodle is gone escaped out running
free in all the neighborhood someone capture poor Manfred bring him
back to me, signed Tom Terriffic.

HeliosScoopTwo

HeliosScoopTwo

A Remake of the Classic scifi shorty.

Stardate *2084 to *3008

The crew was tense each mans knuckles was white on his controls clenching useless against the AUTOMATIC on. The RED led light was constantly blinking annoying but reassuring them the crew was tense because the SUN was growing steadily inside the front Port Window a miracle of spaceage Carbontungsten Steel like clear metal which allowed them the View. The UTUBE of water cooler solvant constantly flowed around them creating the artificial environment inside the space pod star scoop Helios Two the second of two ships sent to reach and harvest SUN. When they entered the Corona it was a tongue of indescribable heat producing living flame the red light stopped flashing on the LED at once and held there steady the controls released from ship to men in hand in case disastor threatened them but design held the UTUBE cooled the hull the Solar Scoop extended now the MEN working hard no longer looking out the Port a window uninteresting nothing more to see once seen recorded in the brain they worked at fever pitch each man twisting this and turning something up or down a frown another self adjustment on controls then a collective sigh when Scoop hit the SUN the side of the SUN and captured some the special material of the Scoop holding living flame the bay door sliding quickly shut the whole Scoop buckled off the useless arm that tied it to the control of Helios Two now gone it spiraled off ahead of ship now tossed toward the Earth off in the distance as the MEN turned to catch the movement in the only window of their ship the movement of the Scoop they sighed again a job well done they followed it now tracking the ship again a red blinking LED light and no control the men now passengers again until they made it back to EarthPort. The Scoop a marvel of Engeneering miricle the destination Impact of the Moon, the stupid Scientists long dead the men in ship were on the second arm of the time travel syndrome they were only 14 days out from Earth but starting back was 14 years away had passed since they had started to the SUN. The Earth now ruled by United nations Forces the one new world Government in place the 666 had come to Earth. As the Scoop slammed into the Center of the Moon to rest forever there the Slide opened up to allow the fire to make a Solar Star was scientific put to test but what happened next is the stuff of sciencefictions best. The Moon fragmented not able to withstand the forces of Solar Power so quickly delivered it the red led light came steady on control back to MEN amazed at Moons destruction. The MEN grimaced to a man as they saw the missles coming up from Earth to target them but of course they impacted harmlessly the MEN realizing now what Earth had done just made the only decision left to them to Kamakazi them to a man they sighed collectively all thought gone. To destroy ones ancestral home instead of saving it was monstrously an affidavit of a world in Satans grip the Martyers of the living GOD all dead and buried long ago entombs opening and closing everyone of them all at once Apocolypse now come the MEN of Helios Two entombed forever in there derilict no Moon no Earth no Home. For when they hit the center of the world with the ship crafted to withstand the SUN it matched the Moon in its entirety then fragmented like an asteriod belt created now by Helios Two the only people left alive in Universe gone mad they died enroute to only GOD knoes where they've gone. The Earth and Moon indeed destroyed by fire and not with flood all dates and times entirely taken up as sciencefiction ed.note.ed found out with a Bang and not onen whimper Earth and Moon were gone in Helios Two by CharlaXSevenAndroidOne.

DefinitiveSound

DefinitiveSound

Kerplunk
sound of stone dropping down into water Kersplash is man falling
overboard a boat. Whoosh is the wind or someone moving or something
moving fast leaving wind behind. Plop is messy. POP may be too many
noises to describe them all. Bang a pistol shot. Boom thunder or
explosives. Crack the lightening bolts or wood breaking SNAP the
fingers snap the buttons closed snap them suspenders once SLAP is too
composed. Creak the door open slowly it comes then stops Creak the
door shut on my nerves oh the thrill and excitement in the Creak that
comes. Whap is seldom penned they use wham or whack instead of whap
the hapless foe whap him with the silly stick then let my people go
fish; there is a blurble gurgle noise for fish out of water dry fish
seldom heard or used the need not there in movies seen. Calls
whistles barks too many on the listing port to add them whistles hear
them barks just way too many calls from port of call to answer all
the calls. Crunch is seldom heard but candy bars or fresh apples
turned on the stem to view. Whale thar she blows kind of splishy
constant throes just like running water hot or cold in a falls away
zone the waterfalls away. Definitive sound.

Peers

Peers

Eye
remember the last time eye respected and emulated mye peers they
peered all over mee. While eye jumped from piers with pears and pares
the toenails from the edifice of hice bewails while jumping pairs of
twice brickled edifice pickled in the briny sea side limping on both
feet after fourteen miles a day of hiking where the sun is shade. Eye
have a memory that seldom comes but sometimes when annoyed eye
remember getting mad at mye new friend eye made while travelling. We
were sitting in the overpass of freeways looking glasses turned down
to drain the light of flashes. Eye took mye flashlight to the
concrete underpass and smashed it. My friend was asking what was
wrong with me so eye had to get creative quickly. Not wanting to
dismember him eye quickly said this was done at your behest not
understanding none of this he sighed and walked away to live another
day that’s best. For eye was only wanting solitude and rest. He
got drunks and sold the knives. Drunkards wanting tankards full
furnish many people with foolish things for below cost no advertising
word of mouth just hand to hand attained detachments. They sell cars
at second hand prices and deter the will to live. Telling old
defeated Granny she must drive like a snail to get there and she
will. Adding multiples of two and coming to conclusions of one more
addled brain a female peers out her window now hoping he is still in
love he must not understand the female mind. Tonite when eye am dead
to world in vain misunderstanding of mye namme eye will peers from
undercovers trying not to cry tomorrow eye will greet that dawn with
happiness in time.

Heroshima

Heroshima

Can
ewe balance out those two final hits against the lives saved those
that would have continued WAR on Asian Soil those days of hell of
hurting men caught by bullits and the bayonets? Can just two bombs
blasting death be counted as salvation won for all those young boys
girls old men women who died instantly in two Atomic Blasts over
those two cities of Japan. Nagasaki Heroshima eye have seen the END
of time the BOOKS of GOD are open when the Dead Arrive. Arise all
sleepers in those Graves can GOD usher in those SOULS into new places
now to stay is there a place for JAPAN in Jesus Heaven? For those of
us who sinned and suffered radiation burns lost our skins and mortal
coils gone some died just screaming out in pain all normal living
gone perhaps no time to say your HOLY NAMME of Jesus. Can they live
there inside your heaven is it still possible that you forgive them
for once upon the time it came to me today that a Just and Perfect
GOD adjudges perfectly those in suffering words can not describe no
time to utter words of salve; but deeds looked at made right by YOU
salvation won given now to all. Eventide has come today to those whom
tomb decay whom die threw no fault of there own. Just hit twice
dumped down on Killed with anguish very slow. A special place in
heaven for all those special people of Japan.

Restrictive Housed

Restrictive
Housed

Bless
me Father for eye have sinned wait no that’s sneezed. High Coo
Loe Mu Love ewe Living in APARTments, cul de sacs, shantys, briar
patched, rent fixed, payed by the government. HUD has acted putting
people in the sack. A Pot with every Chicken no longer squawk but
crocked. Restrictive housing rules the masses lifes worse than any
force of primed weapon triggers tell them the time is only parking
between the hours of nine to five one fifteen minute limit for the
parking on the Street. That limit sign has made this poet think. Is
there even time enought to knock the bell aside the door there wait
for Jenny to unwind the deadbolt locks after gluing eye to spycam?
She decided to let me in allowed me just one kiss Hello is all we
have the time for limited to 15 of them minutiae back in the motor
then around the block go eye to park against the other wall. We have
got to stop meeting like this there is not enought time left to kiss
eye hurry up them stares from all the neighbors’ wives and run
back down again the motor on. In modern day affordable housing in
them Neolithic bricked and mortared houses on the way to motor eye
find this note. It was carefully folded who knoes iff it was Jenny
tossed. There is no title to this note no signature to quote just
tersely printed green ink “Lots of talking today I don’t
want the talking to interfere with StepBo completing his work
tomorrow.” Odious Ode to Restrictive Housed not living no love.

John

John
(Jesus Crisis) Burroughs School of HIGH COUP

Presents
CharlaX HIGH COO

High
Coo
Loe Mu
Love ewe

Syllable
count is Seven FIVE Seven

Perfect
form thanzkx yew John.

BostonTeaPea

BostonTeaPea

We
have the right to remain silenced nothing we say is in the way of
evidenced. Methinks perhaps eye protested too much. There is some tea
bags in the bottom of the lunch bagged up but eye have got to open
too many other zippers in the way to get to party tea. First the
bungee cords must be unhooked from side to side then dropped into the
sea. Then balanced open bag precariously removed all the meat covered
dishes between the top opened up and the bag that houses tea brought
out to light to sea just how many pea there are between me and the
tea bags there. Perhaps eye will await the trip back home tonite
before eye make the tea in harbored glen no men surrounding me the
tea not hot or bought with money or with pea. The added weight of
harbored water brought may be the death of freedom fought for then
found for free near harbored louts near me. Shouting in the
drunkenness men have a way of darkenness the lout comes out of
mouthyness to bring the vex in me to fore. Pinnacles of risen mud lie
all about as tea is now brought forth. Eye have alighted the LED is
best no fire no smoke no water hot but tea can be still had. No vest
but many shirts beneath my jacket or my coat the tea is drunken down
not sipped but that is best. The party is still raging in the
distance now that eye am done and down the hide the glen is quiet now
eye lay me down to sleep the tea is gone. Near Boston Harbored.

Various_Varied_Very_Us

Various
Varied Very Us

Who tried to make it
very say verious it must have been Jesus when he said to dot them
eyes and cross them tees let them yesses mean yes and them noes mean
noes. Who can it be but the living GOD every religion hates to
actually see. They have the Journey and the Tao but not the
actuality. There is no Bhudda on the thorny throne but GOD. Words are
taught to a Christian from Russia that knoes no English he would have
to view this in Russian to read it. Its all just Greek to mee. The
actual meaning of life may indeed very from each culture level and
life to mean entirely differant things to various peoples but only
ONE LORD only ONE GOD only ONE JESUS. The very idea. The very thing.
The very one. Actually and factually very in descriptive mode is very
imprecise. Jesus is not a variant of GOD but the whole real deal.
Verily Verily Truth Truth Truthfully eye say that Jesus is the Lord
today yea verily.

 

WonTonSoup

WonTonSoup

One
Ton Soup mix three hundread taters sliced real thin, into chip like
slices dump them in. Water is boiling in the shoe lace place this
makes Juan ton soup mix. Now add the meat pressed with the wooden
spoon board it past the taters swimming in the bowl of wood make it
Wan-ton Soup. Anton has a cribbage board playing fast and loose we
will take that cribbage board add it to the Ane-ton soup flavor will
soon splinter into wooden puppet heads leaving words unread points
spread limited a lofty wind spin the ladle handle wood making Won Ton
Soup.

SolidGoldComputor

SolidGoldComputor

“The
masses have the pattern we can make the Solid Gold Computor now for
the select few million with the necessary funds.” This was the
header of the email from the Internet Gold Company. The Stock Broker
looked looney some stunned silence then “whay whay what.”
He cleared his voice. It sounded something like this. “Hharummmph.”
“The price is way too low you can charge whatever the market
can afford to pay and they can pay a lot just let me tell you now how
much.” Then he looked into the future them dollar signs was
lighting eyes of greedy misery. He paused. “A Computor made of
Solid Gold will bring upwards of Three Million $Ps. People will sell
there unnecessary transports and all other forms of entertainments in
an effort just to OWN one.” The President Paused then “we
have never done business this way” the price is fixed at
$p23,ooo. We will find a way to fire you mister Stock Broker”,
he was mad not just angry but mad. “We will make these new
computers affordable to all the people.” Then he marched into
the testing room like a large overweight hen. He rebooted the
Computor once then frowned down at the Robotic Instituted Instructor
rooted to the ground wire. In a metallic deadpan voice this machine
was masking tape overs when it said succinctly “you must wait
fifteen minutes before you can use the internet.” “Whay”
was all he said. The Robot continued “you must allow the Nano
Bots fifteen minutes to crawl onto the position connectors or you
will fry the Gold covered connectors.” “No one will want
these computers of Solid Gold no one will want to wait they want
instantaneous internet high speed connections. “Oh”, he
bewailed, “the price of fate!

CityOnMars

CityOnMars

This
is the first in the serious drama of life on Mars written and
directed by CharlaXBradbury. There is a dome near the city it is the
hydroponic gardens all the children not allowed to touch the
Farkleberry Bushes they aer not growing but just hanging in the mist
the roots are just absorbing nutria. But what is turning up on bushes
instead of berries is them green gobbling peppers. There was three
boys in the gangers. They were Billy, Hollaway, and Jimmy. The only
Port Authority on Mars is the Industrial Salvage of Indigent
Personnel or the ISIP. There was only four men stationed in the
CityOnMars. They carried Simultaneous Air Guns or SAGs to stop
insurgents like the gangers from stealing the peppers from the
hydroponic gardens. They were not mean men but highly trained to
obverse reactions. They were patrolling near the gardens when the
boys came out of Airllock Number 16452378B. They were reeling like
the drunkard with the tankard each boy had lost his face mask they
were dangling down in front of them almost dragging on the ground
each boy had a half eaten green gobbling pepper in his hand. They
were showing signs of shortness and they was dizzy to a boy they were
falling out of Airllock with no protection and them stolen peppers in
plain sight. The instructor was on radio he ordered the three men of
the ISIP to (put the tranquills in the Sags)r and then ordered them
to (prepare to fire)r. “Repeat the order one man”, said
“for these is only boys in front of us.” (They aer Finks
not boys they aer from the Family of Finks on the south side of
Mars)r. The men was stunned not knowing what the effects of the Sags
was gonna have on them boys but they was all killer trained. And so
they drawed them Sags and fired them Tranquills hit each boy they all
fell down to ground and then to a boy they got back up and smiled.
The instructor said (the Tranquills should have an effect on the
peppers reactions)r now the FINKS boys replaced the face masks and
the men holstered the Sags. They let them go after all they wanted
was to eat Farkleberries from the green gobbling pepper bushes in the
Hydroponic gardens of the CityOnMars.

Whoameye

Whoameye?

A
target for other peoples fists a morbid persona to be missed a long
drink of water in the rain a lot of people deeding gain. The one and
only mothers son the little boy blue come blow. The frog that hops
away the bird that comes to stay. The time it takes to breathe your
last the sound of laughter tinkling glass. The end of every sad
refrain the chorus line in pain. The man behind the plow the villain
turning over. The one that should be saved the lords saving grace may
still apply at pearly gates the limousine awaits mye chariot is time.
The bog reverberates with echoes of our fates the leaves fall in the
spring for homeless refusing to be seen in covering the hide. Lost in
murmuring the city has no date with vine but wrath the work was not
enought for take home pay was shorter than. The city limit sign
always touches the county line. Where will homeless go? Who who who
am eye?

EasterEGGtTthrice

EasterEGGtTthrice

EGGPoemIII

This
is mye Easter Sunday. This is the LORD Jesus Christ is Risen day and
EGG day and Bunny day all rolled into a dry mourning in the homeless
sack. A religious holiday day. Today eye found the secret of creation
there is color added just to stones the rocks around us there is
JESUS shades of blood permeating the stratus zones around us. Some
quartz near eye today was strangley coloured in the mourning light
some almost purple some dark red some a lighter almost white but gray
slate is almost pink in early desert light. Perhaps it was just a
fancy for eye was looking for delight in such a small desert spaced
out place a mosaic there of the SON of GOD uncovered now for all the
world to read about in EGGPoem thrice. Happy Easter Ewe on this
wonderful Easter Sunday Sunrise penned in Notebook for Easter Egg
Thrice.

EasterEggToo

EasterEggToo

EGGPoemII

Eye
came unhurriedly into the Ronstadt center walking unhurriedly for it
is a Sunday Schedule on the Bus Sun Tran couple this with Easter and
a holiday to boot upon the land of this renewed AmeriCa, may GOD in
Jesus help mee eye forgive her; When to mye surprise delight a happy
Easter eye surprised the EGG just laying there forlorn and forgotten
from the Basket on a ledge where bus patrons sit and Gather dust just
waiting for the buss there it was boiled and purple colored Easter
Egg with White left interspaced and looking closely eye discovered
some spattered mottley colors there none of them a primary some EGG
childe artiste had created this created creation just for eye to find
so eye peeled it carefully of shell but some color still remained on
EGG transporting me back home to MOTHER and to Yard again while
eating EGG a man now eye took half of it away with just one bite
while eyeing yellow yolk inside a smile then one more bite egg was
gone a swallow a lifetime remembered happy childhood was revisited
all in one short moment of an Easter Sunday Suntran Bus day. On this
mye Easter Sunday.

EasterEggOne

EasterEggOne

TheFalconeEGGPoemI

For
EWE Easter Sunday

IN
a series of three egg poems it stormed. It rained ICE into the desert
there is still ICE there on the hill side in mye distance the stuff
pelted my covers all night forcing me into a fighting crouch to stay
alive eye resembled nothing lest except a baby falcone inside her egg
before She hatches eye waited for the daylight coming trying to
accept the fate of all homeless people when then the sun arose all
around me long enought to let me dry mye things before putting toys
away when the falcone come she sat her distance preening drying
feathers twisting head just giving me theye theye theye she turns her
head this way and that sort of drinking eye with heart and sight so
nice it was to see mye falcone scrye. It cleaned mye heart of hate
and once again renewed eye faced this Easter Sunday day. Iff this
were not enought an added ancedoted ed.note.ed see charlaxfabels the
falcon cry fable number one then continue on to egg poem too and
thence to number three or egg poem thrice.

Timmy

Timmy

Eye
had no clue what autistic was back then eye thought the boy was just
hit too many times and left to live or die. He could not see real
good or even hear but there is some people that feel things. His
mother was epileptic they kept putting spoons into her mouth to keep
her from swallowing the tongue but this is about the boy now. He
stood and placed his head next to mine like astronauts talking
together do in space time. And eye almost hollard to let him hear me
as eye said eye love yew boy can you tell it. And he was never there
but blankly. But eye did try like Helen Keller Teacher eye reached
out to less a man than eye. So on this Easter Sunday think of Timmy
while eye stop typing this and cry. Some things is tougher to
remember then to try. Hindsight is blind.

JesustTtakes

JesustTtakes

Some
will bring 100 some 10 someone.

There
is a scripture in the bible heard of every funeral service used about
an exact not a quote but see the scripture first The
Lord Gave, and the Lord Hath Taken Away this is often misquoted it’s
in the book of JOB that says the LORD giveth and He taketh away.
Today we focus on OUR Happy Easter coming and listen to this CharlaX
Poem. The LORD takes. He takes mye time and makes it HIS again. HE
takes my sin and crucifies the addictions and the lusts that
sometimes threaten to overwhelm and drown us. There is another
scripture that says Do not say unto thy Brother let me cast that
THING out of your eye; BUT first go remove that LARGER THING out of
your own eye. But then go back to Brother safely grounded and lead
him out of penury. TOO long it took me to get to this point of clean
and Sober alas the little Brother is gone to dust he can not come to
visit eye may just soon join him where he has gone? Mye nearest
neighbor is a drunk full of whiskey wine or any out of luck he is
missing and eye want to see him before eye see mye other friend its
bad luck to make men mad mad enough to fight eye quailed at every
light last nite but secretly was pleased that drunk was not around
perhaps mye gift of thorny crown was not meant to help anyone else
but eye on this GOOD FRYDAY was the day the Guards came up to Jesus
on the Mount of Olives way where Judas betrayed HIM with a kiss they
led mye LORD away to Judge him for our sins. (for GOD was reconciling
the Whole World unto himself in JESUS who bears the sins of the Whole
World in himself upon the Tree the Cross of the Place of a Skull. On
Golgotha lies mye lies; mye misery mye death and as eye live today
eye remember HIM by just keep saying JESUS as he takes (all eye can
give is this poem to be read).

CrackHouse

CrackHouse

They
all dressed alike in Red of changing shades they hold hands and walk
in there where Angels fear to tread stepping Preaching with the feet
Salvation of the Differance like Lucifer and Baldour eating hard rock
candy with teeth that have never been cracked. They smoke they ENTER
Crack Crack they Crack. Then they Crack some more and Crack some
other people. Then they Crack for more. They shoulder Crack bags on
Straps. They Strap Crack on Shoulder bags. They Crack Strap bags on
Shoulders. Then they Crack. CRACK. Crack. Once more they crack. Down
wind at the Crack House.

motherMAYeye

motherMAYeye

Just
because a person is idosyncrite does not meant that’s a forever
kind of thing most men change them socks on a daily regular basis.
Eye had fun adding eees to words to make them look a lot differant
perhaps eye was emulating olde englishe. Eye have another bad habit
it’s the CAPITALIZATION of words in the center of a syntax. But
there is no hidden meaning in the poem eye do not type on two
differant levels most of what ewe see is what ewe get. May is a word
all by itself it’s not always the Month in the Year of eye
Lord. May can be an adverb. Or the verbage or verbiage. Don’t
forget to take out the verbage from your syntaxes. It is the
worthless way of the world that bad people have of being nice to one
another by holding doors for weaker sexes and they call it common
courtesy. Like Sir Walter Raleigh’s Coat on top of muck. Ewe
may MAY have been confused by the capitol letters and said to self
now whay did he say that. Why did he capital them letters in the
middle of that syntax. WHY eye bet it was for emphasis but WHAT?
Perhaps that CharlaX added this to mean next month he is always doing
something like that in his poems. Nay dear ewe eye am mortally
wounded. Eye would never make a hidden secret meaning in the middle
of a syntax without sending ewe an emale to tell ewe all about it
news at eleven. Eye want to spend my Easter Money on eggs and coffee
oph please Mother MAY eye.

A Poet Poese Poetess

A
Poet Poese Poetess

What
are you a man or mouse or female prose maker rhyming making poems not
prose but real live poems making nouns meaning what they say and
never in verbal disagreement. Your adjectives are where they are
supposed to be and your contractions all have marks. Your
conjunctions fit the content and the poem looks so nice. The ideas
come from Science Fiction unbidden springing from the hidden well we
keep them. Universes in your mind and only one love inside your heart
is mine. True love is lets the person go to be themselves if she
returns then love was there. IN every written word ewe write eye see
myself somewhere to the side of them iff not directly mentioned there
outright. Your Verbage is the word that eye was looking for
invariably you make the poem bleed and howl when it was stated from
your heart a universe apart from head when stating verbiage again.
For now eye drop the things that are depressing mee the lost
Christmasses and Birthday wishes the lost Holidays when no one seemed
to care for eye become just love in each and every day a poem yes a
poet lost in love for someone special in his heart now ewe deicide
dear gentle reader ewe is this the one ewe want to love. A
Poet Poese Poetess for ewe.

BrandNammes

BrandNammes™®

We
all go to the store the grocery the Shoppe the mart somewhere we need
to find the things we eat. Some people get the cheap they shoppe by
price. But some have to have the BrandNammes. Money is not an
objection to the rich and famous newly elected or incumbent they can
shoppe. While the poor schmo must rob to pay the price for the
cheapest in the store or shoppe. Shoplifting is a crime of epics.
They still grab things it’s called lifting on the street the
experts do it they never get caught it’s the newly invited poor
girl that always gets it. Caught. Red handed. Usually with a brand
name purse or sweater with a price tag that a man could never pay.
Not in the weakly pay change they all make. We are all guilty of
brand names. Eye still would get Shredded Wheat instead of Cherrios.
Eight-O-Clock® Coffee is afforded to the Starbucks® crowded
once. Eye like the T-Bone™ steaks with pepper sauced. But when
working paying rent eye ate burger meat or sausage porked with
fingers to the bone no vegetables aside the plate. Some
examples of firms with brand equity - possessing very recognizable
brands of products - are Microsoft™, Coca-Cola®, Ferrari™,
Sony™, The Gap™ and Nokia®. People rich in money
cards of credit lots of pennies in the pocket do not shop at Sears™®
for clothing. They sit at platters too expensive in the better
eateries in malls and hills so far away from City streets they may as
well be Roman ones. While little Charlie and the mudd cats all go
down to McDonalds® for the Senior Discounts. When in the better
shopping malls the potatoes have no eyes. The prepackaged food is
there at prices unimaginable by us. The take home stuff is ready to
be packaged out for gold and silver credit cards. Never lifted but
taken out untouched by human hands the brands names glistening in sun
so shining down on Brandnammes stuff still being bought on credit
limited above the mark. This has to be enough eye could never get to
sleep in my NORTHFACE™® Tent® iff eye can’t stop
to list the never-ending list of Brandnammes®.

WOOD EYE

WOOD
EYE

there
was a mustachio man and a woman with a glass eye
the other one was
wood for she was blind they traded drinks and romance at night they
drank long draughts of love and some of them got drunk the eye that
was not glass was tough and full of drink and love is still romance
but added in the glass eye fill too much they sparred with words not
fists which is why eye call it love when she asked him for one kiss
she worded it this way “Would yew kiss me yew” and then,
ewe guessed this before the ending; He said, “Would eye? Would
eye?” and there was a pause then she returned “Hair lipp;
Hair lipp!!!” oh what love.

RainCoveredSKY

RainCoveredSKY

The
sky is Western Covered sky dark for half the canopy is covered up the
smell of rain filters down some conflicting with the surroundings the
landscaping the hey fever springing here nearby. The birds were
swimming in the sky the western sky with wings folded they glide then
extend the wings again then fold them back confused by the wind in
western sky. They glide then fly then glide. The poet however must
walk than lamely then halting lame he walks under the western sky
rain never falls but clouds roll out of the valley walls but back
they come as poet walks. He walks and as he limps along he notices
them the gliding flying birds are gone.

themissinge

themissinge

whirlyinohio

Near
Akron there is a building seldom used it is a front for moonshine
liquor untaxed and bottled on the sly men use this warehouse to make
money from the gine. They decided to call the phone number on the
whirlyfritzer ad but then they noticed its online. SO they moused the
number for the security cam to make a new one so they can do it over.
EZQ456333177780034674836748923983940092
this number became 400922398398367489EZQ45633317778003467e to make
the new number work they entered it in the slot specified on the
security cam. Then they ordered lots of PIPE.T.M.
@ pipe and PurpleGLue@T.M.glue
drops from the company. ZappersunlimitedLTDorgnetweb@dot.com
was amazed in the person of Donald Plence the only registered
Treasurer he said these men are rich but they work in a derelict
area. And so he made a quick phone call to CharlaXJJones Private Eye.
He smelled something Rotten in Ohio but decided to take the money as
quickly as he could he faxed them a copy of the warrenty warranty and
then sent them a quick message he said We at Zappersunlimited.com
have had some bad luck we want the money up front send it all at
once. And the men did they decided to trust the company at once. They
needed the added safety of the whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater
box. CharlaXJjones asked the President Thomas Whirly to send the air
drops for the PurpleGLue@T.M.glue
for the PIPE.T.M. @ pipes and
treat this as a normal case. Much to Ronald P relief. For now the men
were digging the pit for the whirlyfritzer box and adding the
Acme.T.M.@LighteneingRod.
This case would be over soon for CharlaXJjones was rally the
ManhunterfromMars. He waited until the men were almost finished and
the check cleared the bank and then he attacked them. He was
disguised as a whirlyfritzer pipe. When they reached for the pipe to
glue it to the box he jumped up and handcuffed all the thugs. No one
got away. There was no fight he was as strong as some of the other
people from Mars you read about. Almost as strong as Superman. There
was no fight just a round up as the policemen came and took the thugs
away. They were heard to say who gets all this we paid for it. He
decided to give it to an Akron charity. Stay tuned for more
whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater adventures starring more of our
heroes. Can ewe find the missing e today gentle reader ewe.

CharlaXWordsworth

CharlaXWordsworth

TheTotalStranger

In
the vernacular perhaps his style but charlax words an emulation

The
owl was hoot the hour was late the jig was sawed, as the total
stranger entered town he walked and carried a Hurley bough bundle on
a stick much like the old train hoboes used to did. He wanted wine
the kind of thing a hoboe wants when in a town and so he began to
unwind the contents of the stick he laid the bag down and carefully
untied the bundle just like anyone would or the Idiot Boy in summer
did. He shook the Hurley Bough again the money was still missing. He
waited until daylight and then walked into the market place he was
very near the door the people used to enter market when he put a
pence he had found on ground in hand and did his asking for his alms.
He had a want for the glass bottle with the cork it was only 185p a
steal at that price he noticed that the content was too high about 12
% alcoholic high. He finally had the mark the price in hand and
entered near the bargain bin. The bottle was so old the label came
off in his hand but no suspicion entered in the mind he paid the
counter helper then he almost ran away to a dark shadow where he
could hide from them that drink. The bottle sipped he walked away to
ask his alms anothere day. His shiney pants was give away to what he
does for a living. His shirt was not much better but he had the stuff
he needs for weather in the tummy tucked away of the total stranger.

Earthquakes[1]

Earthquakes

Earthquakes
in divers places or earthquakes in diverse places the meaning can
astoundly be so different. Some people still quote eth meanings and
definitions in the Bible as literal interpretations. AN earthquake in
a divers place would not be readily apparent to anyone but sharks and
fishes. On the other hand an earthquake in a diverse place is just a
different place another locality or brace. Some people have blinders
on to their own safety and ignore people when they cry look out eye
want to help they are just enemies of them but nothing personal its
true it’s just the attitude of self preservation the survivor
must indeed kill the whole group and stand alone. What nerve the
people on the street that protect the community often kill the
survivor thinking they are doing the community as a GROUP a service.
What irony. When what they are doing is actually killing the group in
the longer run because it is made up of individuals one by one and so
they need to refrain from taking life. Let all them divers places
earthquakes rage and hurt no one. Earthquakes strip the land beneath
the feet away and reveal things there. Eye would not want to visit
Family now after years of homelessness eye would not relate to a
grown up cousine with her own family perhaps she is a granny now. For
no matter how ewe say it flesh and blood and all the rest of it eye
never met those children yet and never knew them one or all and never
will or never ought to do so in the history of man everyone goes home
to be the invalid not eye eye want to die with mye boots on. Out west
in the desert like a man at rest with no one weeping near mye pillow.
Perhaps just swallowed by a diverse Earthquake. Add to this
appendages eye used the computer so often in the last five years my
hands resemble crab claws more than fingers and thumbs as eye copy
and past all my past mistakes for the public’s viewing pleasure
eye am working at a collage computer room no lieberry where eye
chronicle this Nardia of Charlax moving the mouse in a circular
direction.

INspectedDejected

INspectedDEjected

The
poet lay tormented clutching her manuscripted answer the publisher
would not answer any more cell calls she was dejected had been
inspected and now lay in torment her words spilling out of the manila
envelope around her on the bed room floor. She had rented the
penthouse sweet it was a classic room with view overlooking parked
cars. Her computor was locked her TV was open but just snow showing
up she was late for greeting the day. She lit another cheroot and
spilled some more lemmings in her glass of ice added. She splashed it
all over. She was drunk. She had to get together. The mouse in the
corner roared. The ice squeaked. She managed to find the door when it
opened. The bell rang three times then there came three knockouts on
the wall next to the door. She leaped from the balcony balustrade
echoing on the way down. She filtered threw the trees and leaves and
fell headlong. A bicycle went by its bell was tinkling. The wind was
whistling in the dark dawn light. She groaned. The enormous gloom
entered the area. The grass roots all over the lawn were weeping the
bugs that would crawl were wet. She made it to the edge of the lawn
when the storm hit. The lightening cracked the thunder. The train was
horning in the distance. The cable car clanged as far as South. She
made it to the highway pediment. There she stopped. Thar she blows.
Her nose was stopped. The faraway queen of the leprechauns lowered
the bridge that draws flying aspects. Save me she cried and the Truck
Driver opened his ride to another hitchhiker borne. Where else could
we go but to Horning Ohio near the border of Turning. Where the
editors give second chances.

TheAborginesPartOne

TheAborgines

PartOne

TheTeacherCome

The
men gathered around the teacher come each one thronged and bowed they
all had grey hair everywhere the eye could see they held out bowls of
wooden hidden insides full of seaming things to eat. Perhaps the
fireplace was inside one of the huts perhaps the food was only cold
just fruit and nuts. The Teacher sighed then began to speak as each
man placed his bowl at teachers feet. He pointed all around the
village there here and everywhere until alarmed the men begin to
quiver and beware until the Teacher cried out loud “How can eye
make them understand to make a sign to make them understand the day
time.” He tried his watch. He held up a calendar with all the
days of months he even pantomimed the passing of time he tried the
whistle of the loon to signal dark; then his eyes light up at
something he just thought and so he drew there in the sand seven
circles then one more there then starting over with his pidgeon
speaching he tried to reach the men again with teaching. Day Day Day
Day Day Day Day Day he said this eight times once for each circle
pointing to make his point across the men in the glen between the
huts were nodding understanding. They understood the teacher. He
pointed at the first circle again and just said TODAY and got all
excited when they nodded yes they were absorbing all the words then
he said day to all the others but the last circle he called NEXT WEEK
in a loud loon like voice. There was a hush and then the Spokesman
for the tribe said to him in perfect English TIME. The teacher froze.
For every aborigine had pulled a watch out from the leather thong and
one of them cried out in perfect English as the Spokesman had thus
done why that is April Twenty Ninth. The aborigine men all begin to
dance now like the loon from side to side they all begin to eat the
contents of the bowls at teachers feet the bowls of wisdom which
contain the portions of the last teacher come to entertain who also
tried to teach them time. For the aborigines were cannibals educated
with intelligence complete with watches from the arms they used for
cooking meat in pots from bowls they grab the portions out filled
with teachers time and time again they come to teach them men the
time in land of loon the teacher come?

EasterSakesAlive

EasterSakesAlive

Iff
eye should die before the summer has decayed, and perhaps the LORD my
soul to Heaven He will take, then meet mee there when HE opens up
them graves and WE go flying in the AIR like Huge intakes like JETS
without no Engines whine no need then of a cabins closed embrace no
enclosure surrounds our carapace outside but together holding hands
we Love and fly away for Jesus Sakes alive, enroute to Heaven when we
die.

A FACEBOOK Poem

A
FACEBOOK Poem

Eye
was wondering if ewe were there and then suddenly you commented on a
note somewhere and then eye realized eye only have you between the
coffee and the cakes the breaks you all take from your real lives
inside your happy homes the few moments when we relate to one
anothers tomes or quizzes or notes. The leaving and the coming back
the hours we all sleep the mortality of friends we keep. The seconds
that it takes the lag to open pages the honestly mistaken that we do
in haste and not thinking threw the reasons the other people have for
posting things not many of the people fall in love with someone just
because they aer on facebook and they are nice and then the hate that
people have for someone never met eye can’t relate but what is
love gone south but hate mixed up disguised as missing love. IN a
never ending battle with the nerves we all possess between the meals
in kitchens never dressed in linen cloth for guests. Forgive me iff
eye look for love. In Public and in private places on your Facebook.

PhoneyOperator

PhoneyOperator

Eye
finally had had just about enough of a phoney company phone receiver
that was cracked and broken still working and hanging on the phone
and so eye called them. Hello he said in Mexican eye suppose the
language was Spanish eye waited and he repeated it in English. This
is a receiver it has been broken on a public placed telephone for
money they call them pay phones but as eye began to notice something
wrong for the Mesican on the line was so certain that he began to
make me mad when he began to tell me to hang up and call for the
repair myself eye lost all my big plans for eye was thinking that it
was just his job and not my own to report a broken phone. Eye
replaced the cracked receiver on the cradle and eye left not even
looking for a repair the phone number on the facing there. Eye did
not break the phone and EYE do not work for the phoney operator or
the phone company. Later eye will report this to the proper
authorities when eye can find out who they be. For now eye am unhappy
with the phoney operator this one that is not working for the phoney
company.

TheCountryVersion

TheCountryVersion

Between
your eyes your beauty lies.

As
useful as hinds in a field dear.

Raining
harder than pizza on a flat rock.

If
ut works leave it alone.

Harder
than a peeper bird.

Stranger
than a three dollar bill.

Like
trying to stretch a quilt over a rain barrel top.

He
will get right on it like a traveler on a platter.

He
dropped his pocket.

Like
flint on a hard rock. Like Flies on Lemonade.

You
can’t fight your way out of a cardboard box.

Like
White on Rice.

The
more things change the time changes things more than changing times
wait this can’t be write

The
more things change the more they stay the same.

NO
that aint it.

You
can fool the people some of the time and fool the rest of them any of
the time but you can’t fool none of them people all the time.
Wait

You
must be thinking of the country version.

Whatsinanamme

Whatsinanamme

He
was balding a combover boy from long ago he took nammes from
registers of the newly dead the estates in question and he became the
executor of the will and testaments. He was worth more millions of
dollors then many businessmen a mysterious bald headed man. He took a
rather larger chance of discovery when he contacted me to write his
story. Me my namme is Mikey. We will call him Pinnous to have
something to call him. Like the way that genius Einstein had not the
will to tie his shoes or pull up trousers on but help was needed to
be dressed in public places Pinnous had an Army of followers to feed.
He carried food not money and they had to eat the provider he tabled
near the places that they were. There was seldom any water there. And
so he carried lots of lemones. The trick was to find fresh water and
so they carried pails to fetch the water from the hills. Jack then
Jill went up the nearest hill to fetch down Pinnous water pails.
First Jill fell down the Jack came after losing all that water from
his pail. But Dick Morris had a pail of water added lemones and he
was soon sick. The moral of this story failed. It is thus soon that
we discover it is better to be a Morris then a Jack or Jill or
Pinnous. Eye bet you thought eye was gonna say Albert.

ASFASTASTHOUSHALTWANE

ASFASTASTHOUSHALTWANE

Paroday

An
Answer to William Shakespeare

Mayhappenstance
recall as fast as thou can go, then thou depart

From
conjecture to the truth of aging well, the truth is better than the
off thou sloth

For
the youth of life is given once so young, then old thou doth become

And
stay that way the rest of life convert to olde.

Vanity
is youth that never seems to age.

Add
to this the fourscore years of summer sin, who dimly ascertaineth
age.

Let
then the wombe and the bed languisheth as they play the king and
qyeen

The
qyeen is it who hath the moore.

Which
bounteousness apply to lave.

She
ornately twinned thee and in her haste has made thee copy.

As
fast as thou shalt wane thy paroday.