Sonnetteers

Sonnetteers

Fourteen lines that rhyme with finery poetically correctly avidly indubitably Don Juan Carlos Santyana CharlaX prosed poetry. Off course eye got it wrong there is sixteen finery. Don Quixote Don Wand Don Sand Don Subliminal Don INcredible Don Suggestible INedible. a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f cheat code for sonneteers.
An ominus beginning Joe Cocker is the greatest blues singer no one thinks of him that way,
but rock and roll beginnings all the old songs sound like him.
Government Mule sounds like Joe Cockers old band,
but only iff they had sang a Million Miles to go back then.
Autonomous uncertain songs we heard no one can remember them now that no one cares for them at all,
Below this fruited plane the Jets were crashing all in vain.
Chased into the air the waves reverberate the radio brings the pain, Delivered my soul the musick did.
Chasten white in soul the bones laid barely there the sound brings back the pain, Determined to be myeslef again.
Entertainment where we find it in words of praise we make it for the readers pleased, future makers of the prose.
Enter worker writer poet planting seeds of maternity growing something sweet, deciphering. Bring the docket make the mark chop the head bury the bones let me go on to Heaven with them Sonnetteers.

CharlaXPerfidy

CharlaXPerfidy


CharlaXPerfidy
My boots is more important then my fish is less important then my pants is more important then my drink is less important then my bath is least important then them all eye take a change of clothing from the wall of snow is hiding me wont last its melting hurry fast is not an option food is plentifull repast eye eat more then eye need but nothing lasts eye listen to the India refrain the Jethro Tull in pain my sorrow flees away the ear is more important then the tooth is more important then the eye is more important then the rain has stopped the snow has gone the sun is shining down on God above with His Own Son looks down and frowns on Man fingerpainting was the best thing ever done the child was happy then limits of a forgotten place eye tried to hide my pleasure from the human race the teacher sees she knoes that this young boy has found some pleasure in this painting making swirls making holes quick hide the paper tear it up tear it up tear it up ah oh ah oh my god dont let them see dont let them know they must not they must not ever know what hidden pleasure this boy does the limits of a heart grow up

GoodCaseScenerio

GoodCaseScenerio

GoodCaseScenerio
thought one
eye can scoot booger down the highway back to arizona stop
not the best idea she ever had stop
i like to make this look like its a telegraphic stop
I can walk or hitchhike the bike will not make it there stop
eye i I AI see stop
arizona is not an option stop
thought two
eye can try to stay here ici sneaking past the paintball guarding the building they are making for the tourists stop
even iff they ignored the white elephant on the lawn they would step over to the fence and shott them paint balls down on topp of mye tarpp stop
I could start over and make another Bizarro land Colorado place to live dont laught at me I really thought about this one a lot there is nothing wrong with this idea stop
eye could make a fortress near the reservoir on the topp of the hill and stay in winter all my life stop
i could like to stay but twold give the lambea heart failure i must rethink this attitude i have of survival is what kept me alive all winter stop
third thought is best
GoodCaseScenerio is to leave now Colorado on the buss and wake up Tuesday Mourning in New Mexico to look for a new internet connection this is what the babay lameba wants STOP
Guess where CharlaX is going now STop.
Next stop is New Mexico on a GoodCaseScenerio.

"What may this mean,

"What may this mean,

That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon?
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Entereth the Sonneteth. A Dropper Namme John Hemminge and Henry Condell were fellowes of this Barded One. They gave and gave and gave.
Sonnet 17 Who will believe my verse in time to come
Who will believe my verse in time to come,
we were writting in clairvouyence mode
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Twas Iron Man we were writting of.
Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
that suit of armour that he wore so red and gold
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
we never see behind the mask of Irony
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
the military aspects
The age to come would say 'This poet lies:
there is no Iron Man there is no god
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
withe marks of wounds lest Jesus surface
So should my papers yellow'd with their age
the poet falters in the face of this insurgence
Be scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue,
this man of Iron is purley comical
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
iff this be true let poets rage on pages of periodicals
And stretched metre of an antique song:
I am Iron Mon(sic)
But were some child of yours alive that time,
this young CharlaX wept on every comix page
You should live twice; in it and in my rhymed verses
you can guess the meaning of the ages comes
this Iron Man song
and dances.

OLDSuperMan

OLDSuperMan

Eye awoke my Superssuit was still keeping me warm but eye could not fly. The hair was growing long and a beard eye wondered why. No trouble with my super hearing was intact. I heard the ballgame near the track. I tried to fly only once more and so I fell and felt the pain my supersstrength was missing. Walking in the night in search of the yellow sun. Surely when the sun comes up I can start my run and fly away. The Kryptonite eye just realized had made me age. I had taken out the Gold it makes effects on me I knoe I should not use it but it is addictive always making strang affects. A man just asked me for a light for his long cigarette I tried but only made it smoke a little on the end. No real Heat Vision was the result of all that Gold Kryptonion. He was sucking hard when I left over my shoulder looking back he was trying to make that sucker light. Gold Kryptonite has made me older then the hills surrounding this Metropolis these rilles that I can no longer see from being in the sky. I cry a little cry of joy at seeing this strang red sunrise but no it is not Krypton only Sol has come to warm me I feel a little of my strength return when the Golden Orb of sunlight comes up over this horizen now the enemies of man will see this Superman indeed an alien capable of flight my suit the colors of your flag but yellow for the sun instead of white for the American Glory. The Gold Kryptonite has worked too long and now its over as I rise in flight to make this City safe a good American I fly in patterans over all the city scape to search out Criminals and take them down. OLDSuperman is Superman much younger now again with SuperPowers. Prowd.

ScourMoueINn

ScourMoueINn

Sahrah tends. Sahrah tends the bar at the Inn. The ScourMoueINn. She washes dishes passes out Ale to the largesse man drinks droughts ever pays. IN the corner passing unnoticed is the small monkish man with the leer, so eye watch young Sahrah tend. When approached reproaches some nervous curses foiled. Foible but talented drinking no ale at his table but soda just impaling his eye upon Sahrah, sure he is never noticed young love never notices old want. His blemishes fails. She comes laying left on the table near the old mans soda was a Valentine Heart full of young love twisting it turning it over the old man read Sahrah loves... but the namme was failing no namme was forthcoming his misunderstanding was in thinking Sahrah never loves him, she loves everyone just the same as she tends even him. The largesse man no threat head bent half asleep full of Ale on the table. They soon all get away. Sahrah came. She stood looking inside like all young women have there own interest do. Reaching her hand out to touch once the elder mans beard. Then they left the largesse man there asleep turned the Key to the Door of the Inn. A Valentines Heart will come true. At the ScourMoueINn. Sarah tends.

CharlaXCartooms

CharlaXCartooms

Bizarro Superman talked like a great ape Mister Mxyzptik was so much funn to a young. Soom there will be further episodes of doom. Bizarro Superman was from an odd shaped planet cubed but wait eye want this to be a reflection of mye memory and not the truth. He spoke in a certain dialect mabe thats where charlax gets his predicate and adjective disagreements. LIke me am bizarro superman ??? this is before i look it up. And Mister Mxyzptik always gave Superman the fits and wiggles. He was a time traveller from a differant demonsion is that write? Gentle minion now some facts added to see how good the charlax memory. This is actual text from the comic books. First Bizarro Superman. First the backgrounded. Bizarro is an imperfect duplicate of Superman, originally created by Lex Luthor. Luthor built a "duplication ray" to create a living copy of the Man of Steel, who presumably would serve the villain in his war against Superman. Luthor's device created a flawed copy of the original, but the creature inherited enough of Superman's character to rebel against Luthor's demanding rules. Originally resembling Superman, the monster's looks degenerated quickly. His skin turned pasty white, his every contour acquired a rough edge, and his hair was a spiky tangle. Luthor used the adjective "bizarre" to describe what he had created, and the creature mistook it for his name: Bizarro was born. Now for the ensample. This is Bizarro Superman speaking. Bizarro am near-perfect not-copy of Superman, last unmade by dumb good guy Luthor. Baldy unbuilt a "not-copier" to unmake dead ringer of Man of Steel, so Baldy not control him to love Superman lots. Luthor's thingy made real good Superman twin brother Bizarro, but him lost too much from Superman, so Bizarro join Luthor and help him rules the world. Recently never looking like Superman, Bizarro got handsomer slowly. Him got tan, improved looks, and snappy haircut. Baldy not call Bizarro "bizarre," unlike what he never made, so Bizarro correctly guess not-name: Bizarro was dead. Now for Mxyzptik. "Mr. Mxyztplk" (as his name was originally spelled) was introduced as an imp from the fifth dimension. Not being bound by our physical laws, he could do things that seemed to be magical. In his first appearance, Mxyztplk wreaked havoc across Metropolis by using his powers to pull all manner of pranks. He soon told Superman that he was a jester in his home dimension, explaining why he used his powers to play practical jokes. I changed only two places in this text to make it flow a good prose. Poetry is hard a chosen vice of CMBizarroXYharzplaxtikSUperman. How did eye do mye great full minions.