Day26ParodayofEDU

Day26ParodayofEDU

CharlaX for NPMU

Upon the wall the clock tocks time is taken to mean hurry mark it up make it wrong get nervous and lose those marbles why cant johnny make a good grade the papers asked as question was just one word on the paper the question is this WHY is giant bold letters and Johnny writes an essay to explain WHY he writes a four thousand word essay and the time runs out before he is done and he turns in the essay and he gets an EFF and F on his paper and when he asks the Teacher WHY she tells him the ANSWER to the WHY is just BECUASE you should have written down a one word answer you should have written down BECAUSE and he begins a life of treatment for his problems now are mental he begins a life of crime he drinks and drugs and falls into the cracks on the sidewalk he is filthy in his clothes he stands out and he is invisible but he steals his needs is money and he gets it from the houses when no one is at home he robs the rich to get his drinks and drugs and the cops drive past him and the ignore him thinking he is homeless and the boy will soon die from all this poison in his body and his mind because the teacher printed WHY in great big letters asked a question and made poor little JOHNNY cry.

CharlaX for NPMU

Day26parodayofEDU

Day 25 MONDAY BLUE

Day 25 MONDAY BLUE

NPME charlax new
Science Fiction
ed,note.ed everyone remembers COOL HAND LUKE (PAUL NEWMAN)
The Prison Garden
The Warden was mopping his bigg fatt neck so redd on a MOnday day of blue he stared right at you but ignored the illegal working in the garden was piled behind the gas tanks of the tractors close to the wall it grew the vegetables never went into the Prison Kitchen and everyone knew the Warden was making a profit but they kept on working and this was a little freedom behind the walls of boredom the tunnel under the last row was kept in readiness for the mad dash to the highway they were almost ready only one half mile to go they carried all the dirt back up and hid it in the rows of carrots peas and beans they grow the Wardens money as he watches he narrows his eyes as he mopped his perspiration and watched you as you hoed the weeds fell under management and grew back in the clumps of dirt carried upwards from the tunnel to the road the Warden was the last to ever suspect you he never even guessed there might be a tunnel growing near the wall the hoer unaware the warden was the watcher almost gave away the show he was about to enter the mouth of the tunnel was open and very near when a shout near the Warden alerted him in time and he turned back to his hoe in time to see the Warden get his money from the garden trucker the driver always paid in cash for every time he comes he takes the garden carrots peas and beans and sells them in the town the highway comes quite near the fence is close to the Prison wall they plan on leaving soon each man for himself to find the barns upon the way to each mans home. The Warden packs the money in a wallet made of pig pork skin and then he walks away to eat his lunch time is on the side of the hoer and he sings a prison song
Hoe away Hoe away let me make a way
A mad dash to freedom comes
Someday
Day 25 MONDAY BLUE
NPME charlax new

Day 19 ISIS threat

Day 19 ISIS threat

America created ISIS

Military funding to make a third world nation

These people are worse then nazies ever were

Clearly a threat to this and every other nation

Even our enemies will war against them

As they did they were allies against Hitler

The threat is to the world and it was created to begin the third world war

The chemical weapons are illegal and are being made now

The only retaliation available is nuclear weapons even limited use is hot beds in the sand for 400 years of time the areas will die but so will ISIS iff its done right and done right now we could prevent the end of the world will come without the bombs the key is the sky a cross of light will signal the attack and end the ISIS threat was began as an experiment police with money and hate for crime and escalated into religion and the opposite of the aim was performed the way to look at this is to tell it like a story

A father tells his son to hurt no one and then he does what daddy says and he is dead and then

The people that the father made make people dead and in his name

And then they will come before him and still try to get in but they will be denied the house is not inside the door is closed they killed the innocent blood

Every time you take the life of a Christian you are killing the SON OF GOD who is able to repay it in the Devils Spade HE has said to me eye come to Earth to bring a fire with me iff fire be kindled before I come what is that to me. The threat is horrible but it will be met

Day 10 ISIS threat

Day 18 NPM charlax the dragonfly spy

Day 18 NPM charlax the dragonfly spy

They come to children and lay upon the back of the hand they have no fear of man they fly and come to meadows full of flowers just to be near water and they multiply and become fruitful a part of Gods plan these creatures are benign they do not bite the children they consume food in the wilderness they thrive they multiply upon the fables of the writers at the tables they ignore the people food they fly down near the water and the kids chase them until the parents call them back to supper and to bed charlax lives instead of dragon eye am a dragonfly spy when they find me there will be a thousand of them dragonfly all a different color in the sun like a rainbow bursting all around me and bringing me more love each day will be the better then the one before and no one will be sorrow anymore when the dragonfly fly to see everyone they bring joy to children and so to the eye of GOD

Today charlax is so happy he could cry

Day 18 NPM charlax the dragonfly spy

Day 17 SUNDAY National Poetry MOnth April CharlaX

Day 17 SUNDAY

National Poetry MOnth

April CharlaX

A typical consumer customer is young family kids mother sometimes the estranged father or the young boyfriend will begin the meal and leave when angry mad they get excited at the things they say
We have strings of violence in our culture violins play not softly in a restaurant it is never completely quiet or at bay they make noise in the kitchen and the diners in the booths make Hey the day is never mine it belongs to all the others all the time the noses of the drunks are bulbous and they puff up the pride of the shothern gentleman as they preen for no real reason just to dine on fancy bread and wind the sky is studded with white clouds and slightly blue above them while rain is always threatening me to come apart from all of this eye try to think my way to freedom and it comes to me a blade of grass how does it grow it was created long ago and it is only a descendent of them all the grass of long ago delivered me just one and told me how its done it is grown with the beginning of a secret and it flourishes for a while and then it dies but not before it shouts eye am a blade of grass
Day 17 SUNDAY
National Poetry MOnth
April CharlaX

Day 16 APRIL NPM angry gods

Day 16 APRIL NPM angry gods

Wind rain thunder and light beams from heaven

Who sends the natural disaster

They blame it on GOD and call in the INsurance people to adjust the money

Someone has to reason with the LORD above

This angry GOD of weather is not him

When its all out of control try to place the blame on the Jester and the Joker the Poseidon the HORNY GOD of Tridents and Pitchforks

There used to be rules in this mans army and the Navy changed it all they started wearing hair too long with beards on ships and boats

They wanted to fit into the mainstream look suave and swagger for the ladies

Emergency shave or grow it too long and get the reprimand from the commander the salamander and the floats

The devil that brings bad weather and destructions is the goat pan and the breaded man not the bearded old GOD that rules the Universe

Neptune comes to mind he rules the water with his BRAIN is full of brine

Let Aquaman stand upon my beach and kill more time.

Mars and all the GODS of war attend the oceans roar the waves and eddy

While eye slip into my veddy veddy veddy digs and slept adept at making poetry let all the angry gods beware the day of poverty has not bebothered me and even poor men live in peace upon the shore

Another poem another poem more the odds

Day 16 APRIL NPM angry gods

Day 15 NPM charlax Religion

Day 15 NPM charlax Religion

IDES of April

Homeless Martin Luthor climbed the steps to heaven fell to earth to be a normal boy love you all but heaven calls

Let me fly on angel wings when this life is over in the spring or in the fall let me leave it all

We climb to the top of the earth and fall off

We fall to the depths and we must learn to swim in the dirt

We have to love the people that we hurt

We have to learn to love and stop the world

To fly on wings of love we need to learn again to walk

We need the starting block

We need to step back from time and let it stop

We need to hurry less and find more time to love

This year at least my New religion is Love is the reason

IDES of APril

Day 15 NPM charlax Religion

Day 14 NPM APril on emore day

Day 14 NPM APril on emore day

Day 14 NPM APril on emore day

Charlax poetry

There is no uniform or label to adorn the public user is so short and she is so tall and he is so slender and he is so wide he will not fit the door to the barn needs to be open on one more side to the building add a wing  and then the fat and the smaller ones the skinny and the shorter ones the rulers among us and the minions and the general users will come to pay more respect to each other then we deserve to be in public places to struggle with the others as we slave to the needs and want more satisfying favors and more wonders in the  daytime as we slave away the time we take to greet the people we have never met before they see us they ignore the poor among themselves the rich are snotty snooters hobnobbing with only rich important users and they cannot see the poor man in the corner as he types he clucks his noise in amazed ears of these children of the corny jokes they float among the broad street sidewalks and they own the seats of every tavern and bar they come to be annoying to the young the old the rich the poor a number on my gun a number on my head and head and a number on my dead and gone large tombstone

Its just another day in April come and gone away

Day 14 NPM April on emore day

Day 13 NPM charlax time

Day 13 NPM charlax time

Pinnochio was dragging his left foot over the stage so Giuseppe adjusted the strings and the little puttet boy began to walk straighter and when he turned and looked up and said in a clear littel boy VOICE thank you SIR for helping me to walk the old man Dropped the string holder upon the stage and jumped down to examine his puttet to see what was wrong where was the voice coming from he frowned down at his woodworking hands and he began to touch and poke OUCH said the puttet and HOW can you talk said the old Puppeteer when you made me you made me with a limp over time I became lame and you just noticed it today when you fixed the string to make me walk normal it gave me a voice and now I can speak like a normal boy on stage. ANd when GiUseppe changed the sign out front of the little box theater to read The Talking Boy Pinocchio the crowds came in Droves and Caravans a Star was born a Talking Boy a wooden puttet come to life to help his poor old Father in the final days of Vaudeville life and now you see the little Puttet boy was me and Father gone the tears now come at missing life
But how this littel Puttet boy still loves to talk and drag his foot upon the stage of life. Charlax is pinnochio for April 13 he has the time
Day 13 NPM charlax time

Day 10 SUNDAY charlax JESUS

Day 10 SUNDAY charlax JESUS

Day 10 SUNDAY charlax JESUS

He is Risen

Jesus is Alive

Why does GOD Hide

He manifests himself inside a SPirit in the body mind and heart He makes us feel apart from all the world a Sinner saved by Grace and no remorse will help no depression no mistakes we make We need to think We need to start to trust him now the mind of GOD has come to man He does things his way and not our way he is in no hurry Stop the worry stop the fuss the big ado the long boohoo why would you cry and weep and still be blue the LORD has saved you its not some mystical event he went to death and overcame it all to bring us back to HIM and love and GOD it is the Sacrifice of Jesus and the Cross and nothing else will save you we need to preach the WAY to Salvation and not the STAY a SInner STAY a miserable Person this does not mean that eye am perfect or not hurt it gives me a reason to be Happy in my dirt to be excited to be alive  inside my mind and live with love inside and forget the pain like Jesus is my Drug he is the Power that eye need to practice all my time. My SUNDAY time is made for thine to read the poem time has come to find the reason we exist in time we will begin to see the face of GOD in YOU and find the Face in me. The path is sacrifice and presence. TIME

Day 10 SUNDAY charlax JESUS

-- 

Darkstone poet

NPM poem number nine

Day 9 Saturday is mine

NPM poem number nine

Charlax is unwise

Most people just do not GET the intergnet is not as widespread as you may surmise it is not the sunrise in the eyes you walk for 4 miles to get to a coffee shoppe and a wifi hott spott only to do a pantomime of the little Starbucks cup in the chat box on facebook and they thought at first that eye was drunk they even said no more coffee for me and I had not had my first cup thats what I get for trying to make cute jokes I tried to kick my leg out and look like the Happy GO Lucky coffee cup and not until I took the chromebook off the plugg and upp to show the counter Lady then she said OH yes NOW we see that you are NOT so crazy. MOtel people are the worst people. they just wander around drunk from the beach mabe I checked the time it was after 4 am so I got dressed and walked over here 4 miles to the causeway people are rude they are rich and spoiled they cram in here like sardines they bring dogs and kids and phones with ringtones take the children to Macdonalds and the dogs back home to yards take the cell phones to scrap yards

Let the old and the infirm aged people sit in Day care at Starbucks

We pay plenty for the privilege of the stuff we drink all day

Eye am not amused when children come into public places

Eye am reminded of W C FIELDS go away little girl you BOTHER ME

In the coffee shoppe its public domain and it should be a more quieter place

I am not alone in this view of the public throne a lot of rich old people

Surround me with a need for more quiet let them eat more cake and play

In the outdoors where there is planty of rooom for noise

Day 9 Saturday is mine

NPM poem number nine

Day 7 NPM Genious level

Day 7 NPM Genious level 

Day 7 NPM Genious level

To make a poem was the dream of the boy in the swing

We heard the INDIAN strings

As we SITAR in the wings was it Shankar did this thing

Is he really 94 in chrono years we fly the time how it goes

The strings of time are plucked and God is now the lucky one we find the time to sing and hear the music of the night again

For no man lives in light a few are gifted with the sight

The songster and the seer the writer

The actors on the stage the bard was making plays

Everyone a player all the world a stage

Black or white or Indian we are all the same

Some men arrive at the genious level they can thrive

 they can play them strings of time

Dead poets and musicians and Ministers of Time

Charlax has arrived

APril is ONE MORE 2017 poem knot

APril is ONE MORE 2017 poem knot

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Trump tried to shut the intergnet off again today the White House Signal had to be reset they make him think his button shuts it down all over the Country then they show him normal outages on Comcast Cable Wifi Xfinity Tv reports the worst has happened and he is happy and in charge another day is mine the wifi must not be offline at least not all the time
One more joker one more day one more sleeping lady lay
A sleeping giant at play a long cold dream we need a new intergent machine
Lean green mean smurfing machines line after line of poetry on the vine
Alice pouring tea and the words rhymed out
She grabbed the spout and aimed the thing to no avail in vain she tried to keep the words inside the tea was hot it came out like a shout
Move down Mad Hatter no go past the rabbit he wants to sit near the cat
Stop grinning like that no not you Mad Hatter look at the Cheshire Catt all wolly eyed and dangerous no not YOU Mad Hatter pull upp the brim of your Hatt and chase away the Catt. The poetry has to be online we need more time to make this rhyme Cuba is not mined Cuba is as noisey as a Tuba Cuba needs a lime Cuba is a lemon time trending in the world is hunger trending is the grave stones are tossed in anger in the world will build a Tesla Wall of towers between the countries and the INternet will become the weapon shooting death rays at the anyone who tries to cross the borders will be gone.
The Armageddon Valley will become full of radioactive radiation from the bombs and the end of time will come
Trump is Hot
APril is ONE MORE 2017 poem knot
Charlax deadline April Fools Day always fooling all of you in poetry

hard cheese sir

hard cheese sir

hard cheese sir

in these trying times to be a help someone to be a normal son

hard to get those homemade pies

hard to be a real asset to someone used to someone else

the resentmeant it is a palatable thing

hard to hang tight and close to hold on to a ghost figure intent on doing whatever

the best way to describe a woman is the wind

can  you control the wind as it is blowing can you change the direction of the wind to make it slowing from the fast fast pace of living in the lane the street the city of the bright night lights how they shine and beckon to the poor my own mother torn into without the money that she needed to be rich we shopped in the windows of the stores and left always empty handed needing more then we could find our eyes full of wondering out loud

love reserved for someone already met

none for the new boy never or just not yet

one day gone never to return

she has a piece of me that burns

she took my heart but kept it there

and not aware of the love for her

its just hard cheese sir

words prosper

words prosper words prosper

Monday, October 6, 2014

words prosper

words prosper
a lack of formal educate astute non level institute
redefine a poem
a word that rhymes usually on the end of a sentance with a word that rhymes with a word on the end of another sentance sometimes on the next line or the one after the next line preferred
in an over popular area the sanguine hobo was over confidant he toed the line he lacked the confidence he lost ability he lost his mind
in a new area of expertise the grimace will lose face
run of the mill twist the handle on the tap root milk weed blood from stone
on the other hand this is instead of this or that what the cat dragged
door to door the goblins and the witches brewed
Halloween is dropping next to you on gossamer wings of dusty Pixies dusty Faeries dusty clumps of children dressed in rags as Hags
a line of rhyme in time to mark the rhythm of a song would be the slow burning fuse connected to the powder Keg
they beat me to all the rings they won the brass long ago they told the ants to march they gave the orders and out the door those marching ants in bands of green and gold not one word is saved of any use they brave the wood pile they stack the fortune they hide the wicked activity is golden pay the large lump sum for all the words prosper all the Paper Moon did was tear away to reveal my name
and did the Joker tire of his game or did he
did he riddle the world with his comedy
did he give a grand show a hired shorn pate an offering in the plate given in anticipation of the return of the sender the hairless tortoise rigormortis the picture of you paints the words which eye must never say how beautifull

second fiddler crab

Charles Robert Hice

4 hours ago

second fiddler crab
second fiddler crab
scoot and scuttle but mind clear refrain mind the wheel mind the day
mind the gold mind mind the silver mind is there copper in the mind mind the mind mind the ore in the mind mind the time a man have eye seen them many on this street he is poor never having anything today he filled a basket with many many things and it is the wrong time of the month for the stamps or the money free he was given money as a kindness someone saw a poor man walking and now he is rich on all good things or perhaps he is just a thief and he stole all of this a womans purse when no one was looking it is the new age money religion how can anyone in the world survive by being nice and honest they will not thrive it worries me what this man may have done but iff it was come by honest what a good sign but a man who has a money stamp card eye saw him today sitting with none the fiddler fiddled upon the roof top of the morning raise the roof music is the loud sound of unimportant people and events sports unplayed on fields of twisted turf the alcoholics on the sideline line the turf with score they shout what was the score they shout what was the score they shout over and over no one can say who the team is that will win today one person has and one has not it is the way of a crab one claw is giant one is small a second fiddle is never heard at all — in Cleveland, OH.

A MUSE ess music box

A MUSE ess music box

September 12, 2014 at 10:55am

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she hears things eye can not hear the things she hears

A MUSE ess music box

A MUSE ess music box
she hears things eye can not hear the things she hears the orchestra may be mellow brass or loud strings whatever cash is spent in the hiring of the band on the finger on the pillow first the boy and then the girl lift up the ring and offer it to the wedding people is this a man and a woman or a boy and just a girl YES I can hear the Preacher saying this to them Marriage is ordained By God and then the room is sour the music by the hour the twenty piece orchestration wedding march hear comes the bride and groom they prance so stiffley in the horses collars and the blinders hide the faces in the room from the cell phone facebook flashes the world just loves romances and soon the honey moon as the flower girls pass the Leis around the room the sun parts open the window and shines can you hear me now can you hear the melody of life wrapped up in all the pomp and circumspect wedding you are lost in the crowd but not alone hear with me in my poem we are just pawns in the chess board of life white and black Rook and King Queen and Bishop both of us meeting under the moon to croon words of love stuck inside this moving music box after the wedding march

SPARKED

SPARKED
SPARKED
dazzling charlaX
the caller is a glass bell jar with octo sides a handle on the tip and a string of beads inside they tinkle the sides of the glass no one comes running hot or cold the water in the city piping two kinds of apples one is red one is gold no one calls them golden apples anymore they are green apples or some people call them yellow Canada is backwords LODI is upp again Earligold has come and gone away Ginger Gold is here to stay Golden Delicious is on the way Crispin has yet to arrive Shizuka might make a late appearance Sundance and BLushing GOlden on the horizon Granny SMith the green one JaZZ is gold mixed in the red no time to list all the varieties of men produce the fruit we leave the red one for Snow White and Eve tasted her a byte in the Garden of Eden they find them dropping over the wall perhaps bobbing in the Euphrates river at night not golden but red ones hangging in the Babylonian Gardens pies cakes mix pan cooked sauce baked no one talks much about apples fried ? oh yes eye have heard of apple fritters pancakes you cry do not weep for apples do not live the same as men they sleep in apple beds
SPARKED 

Daily Grind

Daily Grind

August 21, 2014 at 12:26pm

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smile this ones for ewe so ewe can see my day in time

Daily Grind

Daily Grind
something to be said for waking up but you need to be there
the daily routine never varies by much always on time the daylight approach the walk to the store to be the first in the door the line of shoppers is slow to form the line at the free coffee pott lengthens as 7 AM time slips into the stream of the continuum to the bathroom open the chromebook later in the cafe back to the sidewalk walk to the mule push the cart to the leaving place in the bushes get relief a new tee shirt then more walking to this door to a place of quiet where wifi is allowed 10 AM no charge where public people sit in groups of one and individuals abound life must go on and so when the day is over and its time to leave at 9 PM the mule must then be found to the walk over to the place of leaving and then the long walk home a change of shirts and leave the mule walk to the restaurant at 10 PM another hot spot another change of shirts to get the smell more palatable so eye can get my booth and sit for two more wifi hours off the street and smile this ones for ewe so ewe can see my day in time
Daily Grind

Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen

Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen

July 24, 2014 at 11:31am

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look at the sun it is a yellow sun not red it gets red science will tell you when it ages

Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen

Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen
solyant green the 666 is money the dollar sign the number on the bill the id card the birth date and now the phone number all these are important but not the end of time will come after time has wound down look at the sun it is a yellow sun not red it gets red science will tell you when it ages
when the moon turns to blood the light of the moon is only the reflected light of the sun as it burns in the form of the gaseous ball of fire we see a yellow sun this gives people light health and strength when it starts to turn red it might dwarf or grow into a giant the color is the key to the end when it is red it is almost over the time will be shorter the days length only a third of the day will we see anything people will be suffering more they will be animals again the mind will be gone the hive mind will be gone only monkeys intent on survival and fighters will advance up to the tower of Babel and preach new ways of murder uniform living one size fits all with the mark of the beast on the visible mind and hand me no money will no longer be needed only an access point me to the door way let me inside to those material goods pudding and soap clothing and food out the door way too home is a spot on the walk no more hope chasing the poor with no mark dragging mee upp the stairs steppes to the scaffolding holding upp the killers guillotine blade will take my worthless head off and send my soul to Jesus to be remade. God grant me the strength to be ready to die to refuse the mark of the beast let me become truley free a child of the living Jesus set me free  let me be free the price of life is set too high no heart no love no life only the asking price of murder in the long cold night of sky turning red for more then a few hours obscuring the clouds unseen the fire coming mingled with ice the misery of EgYpt the frog spirits of the dead mentioned in the Book Of Revelations eye paid 30 pieces of SIlver to JUdas to be hangged he might be the ABomination of DEsolation mentioned will be coming to the Temple area someone has to be the AntiCHrist when it will happen perhaps the SUn will be dying before that day ever comes not one day but about 3500 of them this has been a fact filled missive but you must understand what do eye mean eye do not quote facts and figures when eye write it is from a dead poet vision Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen

God grant me the strength to be ready to die to refuse the mark of the beast let me become truley free a child of the living Jesus set me free