April Two For NPM
a prose poem
a rose stinks it smells like the thorn bush surrounding it the petals make perfume they call it attar and they sell it expansively in the stores they have a purple bottle eye purchased one for ewe in secret and she has it my love inside her heart so true this thorn is now her cause she loves me eye am special and one of a kind of a fellow that only she could love me like a lover satisfied the purple prose releases me like wine is called purple passion the grape of time tis of the essence smells like love is the glue is hard to shiff it gets me high on the hog the love is closer to the truth is better then the llie it fools no one is worried now for referances will be added the addition to the ell is longer then the house itself will never fall the freeway will expand contract and kill them all the drivers all the passengers take off the runaway beast is amuck us helter skelter the beatles bark the old cliches may seem atrocious is the amswers to the questors as they drink more sodden wine is the color of the grape on the vine is green is this prose poem in the money for the running water washes clean lucky ewe the end of story
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The Raven Crows
The Raven Crows
by Charles Robert Hice on Thursday, November 22,2012 at 9: 27pm ·
The Raven Crows
The Raven stretches its wings and flies into the gray winter skies while the raven flies it Crows its rawkish voice makes aweful noise
it blows the wind it howls and sounds like a mechanical noise inside the wind
the noise pretends to be the raven as it crows it flies it crows and flies it dives down into the wind and sounds like a noise falling fast and then it sort of dies and falls away not the sound it echoes and it blows
in the middle of the night no one can see the ravens flight but they hear the voice the noise the sound even the wings they flap they glide silent and they hide
The raven seldom crows when it is in its glide it falls and hides no one can see the feathers as it plummets from the sky it moves in a silent fashion
as the raven glides it hides from the eyes of the men it has a sense of reality and a purpose as it glides it looks neither to the left or to the right finally it is satisfied with its destination in its sight the raven crows one final time and plummets like a stone into the night and suddenly a poem is come to earth as Poe hears his famous bird not the crow the rook or the blackbird as it sings but the Raven as it speaks to only him
Nevermore
The Raven Crows
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Eye Fat Suicide
Eye failed at suicide
Eye failed at suicide
An individual person HAS no rights in the millennium
All individual rights have been taken away from the constitution
There is no more freedom no more one man doing what he wants
When eye hung the rope around my neck my feet still reached the floor
When eye poured my poison the thief just came along
He drank my hemlock in the form of all my whiskey and then all of my beer
It helped me to quit drinking in the long run for eye tired of thief
But when he stole my suicide eye got no great relief
The gun was oiled and loaded but all eye did was tear
My finger on the trigger stayed when eye heard the neighbors there
Eye will not let any personality send me to my grave
When eye tried to drown myself they came and saved
When eye found my love is helped me in my quest to live
She does have love inside her it's the only thing eye fear
To leave behind this world to lose so great a love
Eye lost at suicide when eye found my flower love
She is that important to make me want to try again
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Citezen Rights Revisited.docx
Citezen Rights Revisited
You have the right to bend over you must do anything they tell you now you must not fight or cuss or get angry at the perverts or the queers or queens in charge of the citezen rights. The gangs steal things. The cops tell people to leave. The city is dirty a dirty city of love. Corporate city is ant see not see communistic in its view of worms inside the people lives as nothing to the function of the building more important then the people using functions within the soulless city proper is the administration hiding in the 666 in functions and in offices still hidden from the public eye feel like a Protestant hiding in a catholic cemetery in plain cite of the city guards. Eye candle my wick no one shall force me to be criminal eye keep my own council a corporate city makes up its own rules the people the poor the poor people are fools jesting and prancing but no sitting no standing allowed in corporate amerika no homeless allowed to eat inside the money is not green they must not be saved in a plain brown wrapper is the food gone eye will eat the scrounge and found eye am so fond dew will come the snakes will leave my San Antonio for winter comes. Eye will remain a buffoon perhaps iff my toe gets better where eye can walk more miles eye will try to find a dry space on the freeway loop the 410 freeway loops around this city it is perhaps only 5 miles from me every day much too far to walk in my condition is uncertain but eye pray to Saint Jude the Saint of all depression. And looking for the quarter under my willow from the tooth fairy. Texas is short for Hard as.
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ProDressor
ProDressor
ProDressor
ProD
ProD
P aroday not intended to be taken as real life story.Ed.Note.Ed
Sorority PhiBetaKappaKappaPhi has three meetings on successive days for the professionals collegiately involved this is one person's perspective.
Information Night: Day One: January 21sT @ 7 pm Professional Dress
John Thompson was reading the flyer carefully he was a member of Sorority PhiBetaKappaKappaPhi the only problem was the time is was now past FIVE on the 21sT day of January. Spring 2009 Rush.
Wednesday is not a good day for eye. He yelled for his girliefriend Louisemay to “COME help me get dressed for this thing” eye have to attend. Bring me mye Pizza Hut shirt its almost black and your sash eye have to make an ascot tie. Turn those black jeans around and make some sleeves out of them. Get my best earrings these hoops just won't do it and then let me have your pumps. No not those push up things eye meant the heels eye must have shoes that eye can mince in. Eye simply halve to look professional.
Appetizer Hour: January 22nD 5-7pm Business Casual
No eye can not wear a Dress a skirt mabe bring me a real long one let me try it on Oh Naomi the white tennis shoes simply won't work this time.
Bowling Night January 23rD 7-9pm Causual
Awright Suzzane bring me them short cuttoffs and them green puffy things for feetsies because we have to change into them long yucky bowling shoes when we get there at least we can wear them wing tips now and the neon Frisbee tee shirts. We will simply howl. John Thompson as the PhiBetaKappaKappaPhi Professional Business Fraternity member. All applications due Saturday January 24tH @ 5pm in the Main Dorm. Printed by www.PBKKP.com the Sorority norm.
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TreeAddicted
TreeAddicted
TreeAddicted
The Surgeon made a house call to the tree housed near the Golf coarse was the bark and dry to the touch of the famous tree doctor Guss. Well the neighbor hood watch complained again he cant see the clock the one they call Big Bend, your leaves and your trunk are hanging over you are addicted again. Sap. My professional opinion is pinion sap is blocking your membrains you need a new rapp your talk is all wrong you are slurring again you seem now to be an addicted tree friend listen to eye overcame the same problem now eye am Doctoring treating the addicts like yew wont you listen and at least admit that you have a real problem dont deny it come clean now admit it dont live in your denial. The sad tree became mad now the Doctor had to step a little to the left to avoid the sap spittle from the beard of this giant Oaken Elm. Eye am the greatest tree that ever lived he began to deny it. Eye have no sap problem in fact no problem of any kind let the watch man step a little to the left of the incline then he can see the clock called the Big Bend let them eat cake let them opine let them dine and the Tree Surgeon just walked away letting the Oaken Elm tree relate to the sidewalk was trying to slink down away from the terrible fate of this tree full of sap let the minions relate to this fate stop hangging all over every time you go on a tree date with sap running down the large doubled chin marring the outfit makeing men grin look at the easy lay look at the drunken old sot full of pot full of want. Your barking and your bite in the night get you in trouble all sorts of odd fellowes will call. Cry Wolf let them harm all the other trees now. Get sober stop using the sap. Get a clean outfit get a new thinking capp.
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April Ate
April 2012 is National Poetry MOnth
April Ate
Late for my own Funeral twice denied my citezen rights becoming blind online the power cord they sold me at wal mart is not the right kind for my machine is in need of a screen refused service and gouged hard a P C Outlet is a joke they must have seen me coming over worked and trying despiritdly to type between the cracks of Jesus on my broken LED screen it is almost hopeless unless eye get the right cord or a refund from Wal Mart nothing can be done quickly eye must ride like the wind to be free again the song video at least keeps playing in my mind as April Ate my time. The chord is made for a home computor a tower plugs in the monitor they simply got it wrong. Meanwhile there is a movie at the Bijou Eastern Theatre called the Western SKy is King it is in the Southern Hemisphere of the Northern Lighting is very dim. The Easter Holiday will not prevent me from most things that need to be procrasstinated then putt off the buss then the wal mart then back to the Alamo eye wish to see the pawn shop offerings and then prehaps the Movie iff its not raining in the Ampitheater Saint Anthony must be willing now to help me all these schedulings on a Holiday notwithstanding as eye vainly pen this ode to predestination people who help me only take from the things they need they seek the power and the edifice it all belongs in the pockets of the thieves there is only a few people who actually help me for me to have these things are mine to them it is still fine they fleece the innocent and dine my macho friend is two macho for eye think someday to get him in trouble he will be too macho to someone who is not the dog the little puppy is what he has called me for not fighting at the dropp of a hat it is not something to be enjoyed as they must think to wish to fight all the time yet he shows me only talking no bruises eye think he must think eye am not very macho in his eye think it fits my theme to be the little puppy dog is to be tied to all the living and it is better to be alive then dead a hero on Good FrYday dont you see it April Ate
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TheAborgines
TheAborgines
PartOne
TheTeacherCome
The men gathered around the teacher come each one thronged and bowed they all had grey hair everywhere the eye could see they held out bowls of wooden hidden insides full of seaming things to eat. Perhaps the fireplace was inside one of the huts perhaps the food was only cold just fruit and nuts. The Teacher sighed then began to speak as each man placed his bowl at teachers feet. He pointed all around the village there here and everywhere until alarmed the men begin to quiver and beware until the Teacher cried out loud “How can eye make them understand to make a sign to make them understand the day time.” He tried his watch. He held up a calendar with all the days of months he even pantomimed the passing of time he tried the whistle of the loon to signal dark; then his eyes light up at something he just thought and so he drew there in the sand seven circles then one more there then starting over with his pidgeon speaching he tried to reach the men again with teaching. Day Day Day Day Day Day Day Day he said this eight times once for each circle pointing to make his point across the men in the glen between the huts were nodding understanding. They understood the teacher. He pointed at the first circle again and just said TODAY and got all excited when they nodded yes they were absorbing all the words then he said day to all the others but the last circle he called NEXT WEEK in a loud loon like voice. There was a hush and then the Spokesman for the tribe said to him in perfect English TIME. The teacher froze. For every aborigine had pulled a watch out from the leather thong and one of them cried out in perfect English as the Spokesman had thus done why that is April Twenty Ninth. The aborigine men all begin to dance now like the loon from side to side they all begin to eat the contents of the bowls at teachers feet the bowls of wisdom which contain the portions of the last teacher come to entertain who also tried to teach them time. For the aborigines were cannibals educated with intelligence complete with watches from the arms they used for cooking meat in pots from bowls they grab the portions out filled with teachers time and time again they come to teach them men the time in land of loon the teacher come?
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ValentinesDay
ValentinesDay
ValentinesDay
A Massacre
CharlaXFabels
FortyEighth
Valentines Saint Massacre Day was in Chicago the man played them a tune on his fiddle. The Aftermath The newspapers instantly picked up on the crime, dubbing it the 'St. Valentine's Day Massacre.' The story appeared on front pages around the country, making Capone a nationwide celebrity. While Capone seemed to revel in his new fame, he also had to deal with the new level of attention from federal law enforcement officials. Capone is sitting by his swimming pool catching his non existent fish and he begins to reminisce this is Capone speaking now 'The boys missed MORAN it was a terrible thing' The spaghetti was gotten cold and now the fish that eye find will have to do to feed the diseases in my mind eye the Capone knoe that now eye am just dying of all the real good times. Alphonse 'Al' Capone was one of the most famous U.S. gangsters during the 1930s, a Chicago-based boss involved in illegal gambling, bootlegging (illegal alcohol) and prostitution. Capone got his start in New York, working as a thug and bouncer (where he got the three scars that spawned his nickname, 'Scarface') .Al Capone spent the last year of his Alcatraz sentence, which had been reduced to six years and five months for a combination of good behavior and work credits, in the hospital section being treated for syphilis. He was released in November of 1939 and taken to a hospital in Baltimore where he was treated until March of 1940. For his remaining years, Capone slowly deteriorated while staying at his Palm Island estate in Miami. On January 25,1947, he died of cardiac arrest. Eye saw a stranger carry love in his right hand today he carried his love in his hand a bunch of flowers in a wrapper for a vase and eye thought of Al Capone disgraced. Eye can still remember the movie how he bit the punk's ear in Jail to make him think that he got sick too. The only thing worse than that is to lay in a blanket that has been stolen many times. On another of his movies the floozie was in bed asking him if he liked it too of course they was talking about manicures. He made the Chicken if he made creation was it the full blown bird or just the egg it would make no difference to that Chicken only to the education evolution. A small reference to the Jesus how can anyone still please him. There is a marker on ALS grave My Jesus Mercy.
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666 Third examples
666 third examples
666 Third examples
The gamer
in the middle of the warehouse sits the gamer he is paid in advance for several years of time advance he plays each game until the game ender button is revealed and then he cheats of course he wins all the games he plays them all day long never tiring never missing a pinball wizard he loves to play them all the lyrics to songs run into the words for my poem seems ok to hum a battle song he whistles in his little crucible cubicle we listened one day and it was dixie the next day it was the battle hymn of the republic he is confedarate one day the yankee spy the next he plays the games no one else will buy he plays them free online he pays us for the signal space the switch boxes gives him love and grace the number of his name the 666 replaces what he needs his body looks so thin but the gamer has no time to eat he must play and download games
the student slash writer
get it what a joke ahha
student/writer
the person has the curly que ball hair he sits and stares in space is paid but only for the one day at a time he sits and stares until he gets ideas from space and time then double spaces all the work has to be in black government ink they still dont like the computor generation homework some teachers still make them student/writers write the homework out by hand on old timey notebook paper three hole binding in the notebook is an actual plastic looking thing with folders pens holding ink and pencils with the number two allowed them the online look ups but not the cheating styles.
The pornographer sits near the end on the Cee ell the Ex ell is my inital investment included no exposure to the elements no censure or sensorchips allowed no filters of any kind let love rule the day on my watch is mickeys minnie mouse here is what his computor might say to him CLICK too many clicks and the more he clicks the more he wishes and wants he needs exhaust fumes in this small breathable space let go of the mouse you idiot while the pornographer still clicks too many clicks we turned off his moniter long ago to give his privacy a blessing from the 666 we do not care what he is looking at or doing there as long as we get paid the money to keep the overhead paid and all of us in online need there were three unpaid homeless users also here today. This warehouse needs to be more work done but all of us are still online and having fun with 666 work is the last option.
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