Tuesday, June 21, 2011

SEER

SEER
summer
so whats in the window
the future is the clouds
the past is the clear sky
the monuments
the flag of the nation
the time
the transports of the citizens
the vegetation
the wind is blowing
the towers of the electric type
one thing is mostly missing
humans of any kind
nothing is moving
outside of the time

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Poem Three Rock Sheen

Poem Three
winter
Poem Three
Rock Sheen
The Stone Tablet is only inches the cyclops cyphering is the keenest he lists the people he has eaten He is in the City of the Nestor in the Region of Troy. He absentmindedly dropped the stone into the fire sealing the writing unknowingly. Ulysses's is not on this list he got out by hiding under the udder of the woolly beast he shuddered but hung out near Detroit. The third name on the left side of the stone rock is Sheen. How long it took mhy crew to decipher this is evident by this long hair on my long face. We did not expect to find this Rosetta stone in such the Hub City they usually turn upp only in the Capitol of Michigrin. The records of the Cyclops is usually 78 rpms. We do not think they meant Martin or Hulio er Estevan. We tired to find the word Charlie but is not there on the left side we think they dropped it broke it off. WOW. What a hot rock stone. Twitter is the tweetingest zillions of the best Way to get info of his best Sheenness. Iff only eye could get one JUST one of his JOKES inn this. (hold on) let me try. Oh no they booed him on his first try. SHeen is “Winning.”

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Services Services Incineration services

Services

Services

Incineration services
Fantasy kill

Services Services Incineration services
by Charles Robert Hice on Wednesday, March 23, 2011 at 3:19pm

Services

Services

Incineration services whirlyfritzer poem # onen

Horitzerlimited.LTD.com the London Office sent me this idea from the desk of the Treasurer Sir Reginald Plence the third. He is the new President of whirly now. The family of President Whirly is not available to comment. He tells me he will let the relatives of whirly back into the company now. Now that Whirly is gone to the credit bureau in the sky but no one knoes just where anyone else lives now. We think the cobalt blue radiation will run the incineration machines. no more silver bar pipelines needed just burn everything up most cities will buy these they will eat them upp. We will move into the Millennium with these incineration machines. The open door mechanism will allow users to fling unwanted items into the incinerator once inside nothing will be ever seen used again this is the item we have all been waiting for centuries Kings desired to be rid of the huddled Masses the poor the downtrodden underworld figurines all your other toys from the war machines. NOt ready yet will be coming soon to the 666 near you the scaffolding not yet completed this is one heck of the Tandy company toy boys. 199.99 centavo'es no sense left over we will not use credit you got too limited. OPen memo from the desk off the top off of Horitzerlimited.LTD.com

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Heresey

Heresey
summer
Holding my horses. Feeling let down feeling out of place feeling down feeling let out left out washed up. The final curtain must soon be torn into the sky. Eye do not wish this to be the rant yet eye seem to be in turmoil to convey the butterfly effecting on my turmoil. Dippiddy do doh. Misogynous well meaning do gooders just Os bad OS the baddest bad guys. Fighting my tendency. Fighting my inclinations. Heresey is the ability to tell some truth but not lie without relay telling nothing or anything. Calling the spade the spade. Political speeches. Longwinding politicians telling longwinding machinations telling nothing to anyone who will still listen. Eye thought it Nelson Rockefeller who did the dimes but it seems to be John D. Rockefeller but it is Franklin D. Rockefeller on the dime itself. We were Democrat so it will not matter much who we told. Mike is going to Martha now to get her opinion on this piece of Dime history. Brother could you spare the dime is where this comes from. Leftover phone cell is only clock to tell my time. You will thank me for this someday you will be more careful where you leave your phone out to be found. Mom called i think she took my picture. I would call you to return this but eye relay do not knoe how eye never use the phone not even once. Eye could not find the slot for the dime.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Gestalt

Gestalt
winter
Wolves bane enters the area then stops the red phone in front of the Glass no notice given to him no hurry from the people in the room the time they seem given to be doing is the gloom they sense victory the thrill of agony of others they sense my own defeat the looking Glass is looking back to my reflection full of grief for eye loved Elizabeth Taylor. But she never knoe it she did never knoe eye was ever on this Earth. Now eye am Victoria’s secret in her garden yes eye did. The Nurse looked so surprised that eye was homeless she took me by surprise when she asked me what eye needed she must have been going to work eye was lucky now. The person behind the phone entrance never moved once. The intern on the computor finally looked up annoyed. We do not help the homeless here he told me gleefully iff you try to sit here overnight Security will come to get you out. The Nurse was nicer but the result the same thing you knoe she was telling me we used to let homeless people sit in here but they trashed out the place. The Security Guard outside told me no we do not help homeless people here but we send them somewhere else. SO eye almost ran Way the hurry off to get Way to go back to my poor blanket's to my survival on the street. Eye picked up one old sock eye found on the sidewalk there the evidence of others of my kind seeking shelter from the freezing cold. But finding none. To the Emergency Hospital entrances. PPS eye had been sent there from the friend who assured me they were taking people inn to keep the poor people on the street from freezing it seems the poor joke to play on such the person eye feel so helpless when eye trust someone only to go then find its nothing of the kind for certain its the letdown.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

redrosey

redrosey
winter
The ParoDay of Valentines
eye am Cupid but eye runned out of arrows no
this is not the worst Day I've had but its close
where is my love
why is she gone missing
there is only one more Day
then Valentine's will come closer
she must have found out most
of things eye been doing in love
she seen the girlfriend
but no
she does not have time to smurf
she gets only the few minutes
then she wastes them all on me
its good to be so Cupid
in love with two or three

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Timetrius

Timetrius
winter
somewhere there is one sock there is several left gloves there is one sordid mess there is bags full of things left outside then stolen there is lost manuscripts there is fourteen rusty nails there is scraps of paper stuck inside empty pockets full of hope there is orts there is the Apple peeling core the Banana Boat the rubber chicken no one keeps the enzyme in the yogurt the cook who spoils the broth the gum shoe the Valentine's from childhood you remember them the little Candy hearts that still Say I love U the napkins with those phone numbers from the bars and girls left over lollypops long playing records heroin needles one silver spoon the spoon would have been mine but never did eye ever keep them love oh Happy Valentine's
Sensorship

winter
Why censorship does not work OR why does everyone still use censorship to scare us. You do not judge correctly when you see the rule being broken when you decide to burn the user for doing something wrong you still refuse to see the good that he has done. You do not see my websites the poems total over 2004 the many good things for my readers the many good things for my love. You only sensed the final victory is won the wrong will be exonerated after all is said then done. Freedom is the God Given write to pursue happiness over conventional wisdom over others ideas of right or wrong stepping in your own excrement iff need be to be free of the injustices of some few in charge of scowled society. Fly in the face of the rule when the rule is wrong. Be free to write poetry. This is the last Golden Poet making Harmony in love.