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

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

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
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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

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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

in otherwise words

in otherwise words
in otherwise words
sometimes time leaks watch stops hands idle and late for work late to bed
watch leaks time stops hands idle for work and to bed late late sometimes
sometimes bed leaks time and idle hands stop for work late to watch late
hands leaks time to stop sometimes work late watch late for bed and idle
ed,note,ed 14 words each line has the sa

me words but each line is in otherwise words

mayflowers

mayflowers

mayflowers mayflowers “We need the Moon light fast so we don’t perish in the dash, we need light so we don’t perish in the human race., we need truth so we don’t perish in love, we need news so we don’t waste away from art.” -CharlaX robert full of mayflowers - See more at: http://s216.photobucket.com/user/charlaxici/media/Thursday/10308191_10152382056289002_718461851664764939_n.jpg.html?sort=3&o=0#sthash.I80y1Jzx.dpuf

Barracade

Barracade

February 16, 2014 at 1:41pm

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no need to open up the party barn door no more need for wine beer or liquor in the early morning pour make mine a girlfriend and a wife a nail in every corner twice

Barracade
Barracade
pour le vise gripe
OR
what is theory in practice
seldom seen visages but in case of fire break the glass does not apply or aptly fit the screen oh mine
happenings and events
she looked at me so askance eye felt myself sliding off her shoe as this form of excremeant neared and peered into a face past the longish snout on a woman so ugly she sent tears down my wrist
eye do not usually notice or get upset but this caused me great pain
who is she after all but a street urchin on the wall
she was not walking daintily or fat wither they come on the run or just hang slowly in the sun
she made me feel just like a bug
its not good for self esteem
eye feel a need to left off steam
no need to open up the party barn door
no more need for wine beer or liquor in the early morning pour
make mine a girlfriend and a wife
a nail in every corner twice
we will live inside our love and avarice
to her everlasting light
Barracade

Bones of the Raven

Charles Robert Hice in Tallahassee, FL

Bones of the Raven
Bones of the Raven
in the event of a 666
this world you are creating where only rich employed people exist
you pressed your britches on this irony list
most of the world is poor
two thirds or more
they die every day each and everyday
it is why eye have chosen this way
who am eye to live like you
with a car and a driver and money piled two
the love of money is the root of all evil
there is no golden rule
people do unto others rude
the majority of the world is starving to death
the corporations bad guys putting God to the test
sorry but where do you think they will live
when they die like the dog
for you knoe that they will
death is more certain the older we get
are you ready to burn are you ready to urn
whiskey and money and fancy riches will not learn
you are markd for the
Bones of the Raven

INcan BLinkin DInkin

INcan BLinkin DInkin

January 4, 2014 at 10:51am

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they got the millennium mixed up with the fourth dimensional shift perhaps the rotation of your yellow sun caused them to miss the drift

INcan BLinkin DInkin
INcan BLinkin DInkin
2014 means the calendar event of the end of the INcan world was incorrect
they stopped seeing events
we are safe from those Peruvians
just found a picture of a white cow in a blizzard eating snow
it was in a mosaic fruit jar on an INcan porch
wrapped in bay leaf to keep it fresh vegeterian style
they were blinded by the white BLinkin from the site
world war three will soon begin in 3500 is the end
DInkin INdians missed the period of time
they got the millennium mixed up with the fourth dimensional shift
perhaps the rotation of your yellow sun caused them to miss the drift
the age is upon us our descendants will fight the final conflict
that battle will result in the final Judgement
Mabus is kind of Neat for those who stufy will find it repast is sweet
unleavened with money for gas and oil is mixed with blood and sand
turn the time back for every INcan hand
the clock is BLinkin
eye am DInkin
INcan BLinkin DInkin