23 p PhilosophersStone

23 p PhilosophersStone

Somewhere lost in time there was lots of poets there in time was lots of poets where in time there was lots of poets there. They went to the Obelisk of Poetry. It was found at the Anchient Library near the field of flowers. It was made of lead back when. It was made of dread. They stood inside the field of flowers there in April 1595 they fried like eggs inside the field of flowers there in April there in 1595 them poets cried. They screamed out poetry in one huge burst of the final try. ROSES aer read. Violets aer never blue for they all get read too. In books and volumes of our golden POETRY and when they yelled this golden word they cried out at the same time cried. Obelisk of dread stayed lead. They wailed they read poems they drank water from the Styx. They tried again they failed to turn it over to the GOld. They used the incantations in the book of poetry from old. They waved the magic at the sky as they had all been told. But not one poet could turn the tower into gold the Tower made of lead stayed lead. There is where the poets died they died there one by one in fields of flowers near the tower made of lead they stayed there dead for they attempted fate they tried to turn the lead into the gold to make the first Philosophers Stone.

Snibbish

Snibbish
For Day Fourteen of April

NOt the snob but the snibbish the way they overlook the worm they avidly pounce on others but ognore the one that learns. Had you a letter on your sweater it would have not been burned. As now eye must go prove my love by playing solo in the muck puddled on the ground eye let it lie and shott. Women kiss the air near the cheeky. They wave the hand backwards in non commital dissmissal. They might allow a man to love but it would never occur to them to get him atrophy all bye themselves the dress stays on the hem is torn. Age of school in session nothing occurs to them but messing running in the land escaping jumping off to show his prowess to the girls was laughing at him treating this old man to whacking they told him to beat me up he looked like he was starting to throw up they have that slim too none is there no sassafrass back there a boy is not a man a man should have some kind of meat inside them pants. He is right to look that way he has no father he has no mother he has two girls who try to destroy him his self worth is sex his life is a cotext message from the places they must hide to dance. Eye cutt offed mye beard is gone its laying on the hill outside the tent eye resemble more mye picture now on facebook so there it stays no need to make replacemeant. UNder locking read this lion as iff it was no one is talking Cleveland OH my god is there in lala land they read the poem to the air. While CharlaX makes his non existant cell phone call to Jesus there in Isreal Hello this is Ronald McDOnald land is this Jesus ? and Jesus says Oye Vey yon Snibbish while CharlaX nods his head and says okay. ANd Robots try again to place the call. Read the fine printted law. Snibbish.

For MelodaY. Mel Griffin
Snibbish
Para el día catorce del mes de abril
¿No es el esnobismo, pero el snibbish pasar por alto la forma en que el gusano que ávidamente se abalanzan sobre los demás, pero ognore el que aprende. ¿Había una carta en su jersey de que no habría sido quemado. Como ahora los ojos deben ir probar mi amor por jugar en solitario en el barro charcos en los ojos de tierra deja mentir y Shott. Las mujeres besan el aire cerca de la descarada. Agitan la mano hacia atrás en dissmissal commital no. Se podría permitir a un hombre para amar, pero nunca se les ocurriría a buscarlo atrofia todos se despidió el vestido se queda en el borde está desgarrado. Edad de la escuela en nada período de sesiones se les ocurre meterse, pero se ejecuta en la tierra escapar saltando para demostrar su destreza con las chicas se reían de él el tratamiento de este anciano que golpear le dijo que era un fantástico hasta que parecía que estaba empezando a tirar hasta que tienen que Slim no demasiado no hay Sassafrass allá un niño no es un hombre un hombre debe tener algún tipo de carne dentro de ellos los pantalones. Es derecho de mirar de esa manera no tiene padre que no tiene madre que tiene dos niñas que tratar de destruir su autoestima es el sexo de su vida es un mensaje cotexto de los lugares que deben hacer olvidar a bailar. Cutt ojos uso único barba mye se ha ido de su imposición de la colina fuera de la carpa se parecen a los ojos imagen más mye ahora en facebook por lo que se queda sin necesidad de hacer replacemeant. bloquearse en leer este león como si y sólo si era nadie habla Cleveland OH mi dios hay en la tierra lala que leen el poema en el aire. Mientras CharlaX hace su llamada no existe teléfono celular a Jesús allí en Isreal Hola, éste es Ronald McDonald de la tierra es este Jesús? y Jesús dice Oye Vey yon Snibbish mientras CharlaX asiente con la cabeza y dice bien. Y Robots, vuelva a intentar realizar la llamada. Lea la ley printted bien. Snibbish.

BUzzardPHoned

BUzzardPHoned

Dedicate eye this to Mel Griffin
Day NINE of April Poetry Challenged
Whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater poem #873674
We here at Zappersunlimited.com appreciate the fact that you women can never find your phones. Cell phones that is. Just add the new redial to your Brand New Buzzard Phone with Thundar Screaming option. This option is only available for a short time until the Government of several countries takes us back to court again to make us stop selling this. Redial the phone at the last place you think you may have lost it then hit the Thundar Screaming option button. The best thing to do then iff it works is hold your hands up over your ears and wait for it to stop then search the general location where you heard the Screaming Thundar is only on this phone the Brand New Buzzard Phone. NOT SOLD in Germany. Buzzard Phone is sold for 99$$pp.xx everywhere but Germany. Get them in the ALpine places. Readthesmallprintfornowarrentyexpressedorimpliedohthiswasit. The Screaming Thundar Option Button can be added for an extra amount determined by the black market person you are dealing with. We are a candy company. Thats Tandem you idiot. Wait. Eye lost my cell phone in the bottom of the tent when eye hit the added Screaming Thundar Option Button it blew off the bottom of the hill. Remember Mel each Item is still sold seperately. YOu can not add our button to another phone neither can you buy the phone without the button OH wait oh yes you can. Sorry mye mistake. Secret word for Arg sustantivo entina. Sir Ronald Plence is the Treasurer he is the richest man in New York City. He is my Monkies Uncle. Not really ewe. Eye work for Whirly.

SIXsecretSIXLouverSIX

SIXsecretSIXLouverSIX

WilliamShakesonDaySIX
SixPenceSpent
This is actually a poem bye ElizibethBaringBrown
XLII
'My future louver will not copy fair my past six spent cents'—
I wrote that once when not a farthing found; not thinking of my side a thorny spot of ground
My ministering life-angel ewe was justified
The word by this appealing look upcast my face my nose disgraced
To the white throne of God, eye turned at last,
And there, instead, saw Jesus near the ewe , not unallied
To angels in our souls! Then I, long tired of ewes headaches By natural ills, received the comfort fast, and a pocket full of sixppences While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff
Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled. INdeed a full year past at mye faith house.
I seek no copy now of life's first half: we can not turn and enter womb of Mother drear
Leave here the pages with long musing curled up the ewe upon her divine divan,
And write me new my future's epigraph, with paper purchased with our new sixpences
New angel mine, the ewe unhoped for in the world! We rule with all the sixpence we can hurl at churl both men and women.

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.