Give me the BIRDS

Give me the BIRDS

June 15, 2015 at 2:04pm

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perhaps it is the feathers changing they must be molting the feathers changing

Give me the BIRDS

Give me the BIRDS
the red bird is larger then the brown bird but today the brown bird was larger since this is impossible as a solution perhaps it is the feathers changing they must be molting the feathers changing the red bird is now getting more brown while the brown bird is turning red and this is why eye get confused when eye see them both together the red bird is much smaller than the brown bird but the brown bird is always much larger than the red bird and today they seemd just the opposite of this to me the red bird is turning brown and the brown bird is turning red they are two same birds that now seem differant to me they changed to be my birds again they fly with me

perhaps it is the feathers changing they must be molting the feathers changing

on the map

on the map

on the map

so whats wrong with Cleveland

no one can remember the past in every city there was Gas and Oil the signs on every freeway parking lot and inn stalled no where to leave the Hearse behind the Billboard near the Forest land the signs begin they block the scenery until you find the parking lots again so full of boredom the mall and then the movie each light pole has the gang signs on the wall of the side of the mall graffiti is the religion of the new age gone wrong with meth crack and souped up grass they smoke anything then ask whats in it so they can fake the symptoms and be cool the little tractor tykes become the red necks of the future farmers of america leading women to the woods to watch the games the black black sox and the red sox see the games drink another pitchure full of beer vote in all elections make it clear you are from Cleveland but to change the subject whats the matter can you remember the poet was a protester a avid readers thinker he made you take a real hard look at all the problems in your city do you even have a care or do you dance in evening wear the white sox drink more beer and quote religion but why not take a moment of your busy time and hear the ghost ponies chime he said they sounded like the wind chimes eye used to hear them on my fathers porch when eye was approaching to the door they sounded like the horses of the dead cherokees to me and so it would be better far better for the eye to live in Cleveland on the sly slipping down to the old ballpark to watch the new age Cleveland Indians get high ; let me pretend to be the President of the Ohio Poetry Association assassinate religion toss the first pitch off the old hard cover baseball into the mound with D A Levy frowning down from the hills surround the CIty of Ohio Cleveland Towne (quote) the bells of the Cherokee ponies

by d.a.levy what better way to end this missive then straight from the poets own mouth words of encouragmeant for Cleveland "in the streets at night

the bells of Cherokee ponies

are weeping."

CharlaX Epitaph

 CharlaX Epitaph

CharlaX Epitaph

Underneathe the weather vain
Oblivious to the pain
Marking time inn aeons
Gathering no more gain
Holding on to EWE love
Waiting for the Lord HIS day 

DragonSpy

DragonSpy DragonSpy

November 14, 2013 at 1:14pm

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DragonSpy

DragonSpy
DragonSpy
Amazing Love
four wings in flight
they seemd to be motionless
the DragonSpy paused in midflight
he had power over the wind
he was gliding stopping in midair
like a small Angel come to Earth to find me
sent from a heart of love a secret kept
for only us no one can ever take her place
love can never be explained easily away  
but sometimes seems seen in myriads of dreams
old visions of golden wings
oh yes oh yes oh yes
it is her DragonSpy
I cried

mach mach oh

Charles Robert Hice 25 minutes ago mach mach oh

by Charles Robert Hice (Notes) on Tuesday, May 7, 2013 at 3:22pm

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Charles Robert Hice

25 minutes ago

mach mach oh
mach mach oh
does a hummingbird hear its own wings or a tree when it falls hear the crash dont deaf people read in braille and see my words falling without sound
the noise of work kept me awake all night they hammer and run machines they make the earth vibrate
she is a striper on the highway making white lines she is on the stage eye am the only person in the audience she smiles down from her pole position on the crane it looms above me making noise
the speed of sound is slower then the speed of light
dont you hate the movie when the girl is dancing in the twilight and the evil man grins behind her and he says who were you dancing with just now
her lover her lover her lover
worthiness wholesomeness writ of write
people say it like it is they say you fall into the cracks in the dark side of the tracks on the other side of the moon the hidden cavern waiting to be found
do you think its easy to convey ideas typing at the speed of sound
send an email to a real business send it well before noon no reply before noon waiting for an afternoon reply is any body perfect in the world today the killer tossing stones the toad hopping near bye the lake is gone
iff you pick something upp does it have to be nailed down
you have to have money in abundance to be filthy lucre shines on the moon base walky talky in hand as the security finds evidence of moon men on the crater face the plain and checkered type of flag left on the moon bye the racing men
mach mach oh
past the speed of sound
slowing down

the racing men mach mach oh past the speed of sound slowing down

A Proud Prose Paroday of Poe

A Proud Prose Paroday of Poe

A Proud Prose Paroday of Poe

Pay attention this is Final lee and important lee endearing lee understanding lee the proud poe paroday

in the informality of the astute students lies the complete substructure of the idea of the teacher tries to reach out to the ones who did NOT understand her as she tries in vain to communicate to the whole class the people who already understood her are at a loss for her rude behavior they are swept away by the ignore they percieve it to be the fault of each one of them is lost inside the winner is the loser now you see it now you dont it is a command performance done once and only once for the crowd a differant way for the Queen Charles is the Dunce in the Tri Cornered Hat he lives in the past he wishes to be the King of all Humanity none of them will ever understand the make up of a man what makes him loves someone so hard as to give up his reason and become mad not angry at his love but jealous of her time her every move tword him becomes his only reality its love its love its what the world is made of green cheese upon the face of the moon and snails and puppy dog tails are trailing thinking of the girl she is sugar she is spice she is love indicated twice what is the price of the ticket to the whitewashed fence the poor broken swollen toe of Tom as he hurries back to Becky he is lifeless till she comes the nicely done idea becomes undone flax in jaded ears the innocent kiss of Tom and Becky becomes the Lurid Sex of the Sawyers in a novella in the science fiction magazine of the Day of Punctuations final approach all the dirty laundry hung upon line by line by line  Edgar CharlaX Poe sweeps his Feathered Quillpen Hat he bows low like a Cavalier Musketeer intent on a paroday of manners meant to convey his complete lack of a formal education intending for the Lady to guess his true definition is she reading love in every line by line by line

breaking here not for lack of an ending eye could write a novel never intending to stop until a thousand pages were used upp but why stretch my lucky streak past the nominal doc iff you need more then eye have given you go back to the topp of this page and start over now can you see the love in every line by line by line Grace had my pen she had my pen today Grace had my pen even an old man can dance it looks indeed like a paroday of dance his feet never move at all he is dancing his legs back and forth never moving his feet he is dancing in his heart

TheLeastSwift

 TheLeastSwift

TheLeastSwift

This bird was in Heaven. Not on this world. I checked to see iff the sun had made to me a shadow but no there was none. The sun still hidden behind a hill no way to explain away mye miracle. A bird call it Swift came to Earth just to great me and to make me wake up and to speak with its profile large words of love. It turned like a meadow larking or a small bird in flight but my snow bird was still too cold to fly hopping around me she never noticed my Ghostly visitor. Then having delivered its valentime message that bird just dissipated. Gone to quickly to be flying now it was back in the Heaven it came from to deliver the fact that I got the right message. Miracles come they come from the sky to bring us love. What a Valentimes love. Time stopped today thankzx to this wonderful bird TheLeastSwift brought us love.