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Charles Hice

Purple Flowers

Purple Flowers
To my Violette

Memory;
Of my mother.
Alive and laughing pretty,
putting flowers in a vase,
water for the roots.
Why mommy, why do you do that?
A little boy full of wonder___
life can be like that.
So I can save them and see them,
because I love you.
Picking purple flowers,
purple flowers in the rain,
purle flowers hide my pain.
You do love me dont you mother,
purple flowers,
stain.

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Time Travel

Time Travel
Walking slowly quickly threw the desert looking
wanting water finding sand
finding sand but wanting water looking quickly
travelling in time
time travelling
making way to way of time
making tao to tao of time
day is gone nite is ici
cold is here to stay love is cold
and gone away
time travelling
travelling in time
finding sand but wanting water quickly looking
wanting water finding sand
Walking slowly quickly threw the desert looking
For ewe love.
Time.

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Woman Made Of Love

Woman Made Of Love
a woman from above
made from some distant heaven
made and fashioned somehow differently
than most of them
a woman made of love
a woman made of solid stuff
she decided to have a secret beau
so she hid him in her heart
but he grew cold
so she grew bold
and they both grew old
in talking love together
now he is bold and never cold
and she is never old
for in warming him she is now better
a woman made of love
she has her beau for ever
and they have love
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Why Pretzels Do Not Eat Us

why pretzels do not eat us
why pretzels do not eat us
eye opened up the pretzel bag and much to my surprise
they grabbed me and began to pull me deep inside
eye lurched and jumped to no avail as munching then begun
the pretzels in my bag was eating me the fun had just began
they laughed and giggled and had so much fun
eye am not an ogre by any means
eye let the pretzels have their way
for they were just eating me
so when eye come up missing just find an old worn out pretzel bag
and then look deep inside

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The Pigeon Poem

The Pigeon is taking food away from her mate today,
or he is taking food away from his mate today.
She is taking food to put on fat for winter time,
or he is taking food from her to dine.
Pigeons are like people cause people are like that.
feeding Pigeons in the park is fine,
old people have the time, to dine with pigeons;
Time i have today:
the time i play away
thinking of (?)
the pigeons as I dine.
I am fine.
She is putting on her fat.
He is just out to dine.
People are like pigeons.
people are like that.

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The Dead Flower Bed

The Dead Flower Bed
The Dead Flower Bed

A Flower Loves


Eye saw the flower bed as eye walked bye it looked so empty after storm has come, on close inspection there was three plants still thriving there in hopefullness and love, whiteflower looking all better, one purple flower plant blossoming, and a forelorn dandylion
without seeds but steadfast in his love in the center of the flower bed between the daughter and his love, after bad weather gone.
Love remains the flowers fade but love still stays even inside the dead flower bed. A flower loves.

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To Give Me Love

to give me love
Jesus made green onions and dragon flies.
Roses are violet parme and purple and white.
Love is a creature living for life.

Eye do NOT send her flowers made of thistles
but ewe eye send to ewe mye love.
Eye search for colored roses
and eye look for flowers made of shaded hues,
because eye love ewe more than my own life;
more than simple poem words can tell.
Antidisestablishmentarianism and other knoeing words
aer hard for me to spell.
Eye speel ewe and love parme and violette and Mary.
My flowers made of white and purple stones.
to give me love

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Poor Fish And Raison Pie

Poor Fish and raison pie came my way one day.
Sometimes my poor fish don`t go away
so quickly as eye try to make them
slide into my belly to fill my hungry want.
I found an ice cream melted raison pie.
I could NOT eat it all.
Sometimes I have so many blessings,
I wonder iff there is any left in Heaven.
Poor Shrim: Pe and fish and old potatoes.
Some Jalepnoes and then some more peppers.
Popcorn for later, to make me feel much better.
There is always room for more.
I could NOT eat it all.
I left some raison pie unfinished.
There will always be some more poor fish
and raison pie.

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Overbird

O = Once upon the midnight enter hurry
V = Verily the hurry worry enter scurry
E = Eerily or early bird of enter Poe
R = Raven is only one huge enter Crow

B = Better to see them from the
distance of the hour glasses with
thick lenses enter Tommy use your eye
I = Intense discussion rules get broken
enter time to turn the worm over
enter into the night
R = Roman Judges rule nothing enter Rome
not one stone standing of the Jewish enter
temple now
D = Describe the Vulture in the Temple its
got wings of darkness its got red eye
with long black enter nose this time
this poem enter perfect prose

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On Rude

Just a little rude can ruin someones day,
being rude a little bit,
is like swimming in a vest,
rude is like swimming with no trunks on,
kissing in the dark,
was it him? or was it her?
and eating from a bag ewe left open on the counter
for several days.
The decadance of Society, RUDE,
has finally sickened me,
the only thing to do is pray to GOD
to quicken me.
When the hours pass too quickly,
and the days pass just like hours
the months appear to me like weeks gone bye.
These aer the things eye am searching for.
A Kind Word.
A Smile.
A Happy Kiss.
A While.

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