Been
In?
Bin in tin
A sin?
Lyn
A flynn?
Blince
A since?
Slince
A min?

Well, the heart is a lonely hunter
Sweets for my sweet
Sweet surrender

P.S. But if you want to know, It's in his kiss

Those hampers for all my ***** clothes
and to sit on
and to move when I move rooms
and to run my hands over
their wooden webbing
and those wooden hangers
so I won't contemplate suicide
by choking myself to death
with a metal hanger
and to put my precious
tweed suit on
and oh the vanilla dixie cup
with all it's classisism
as a reward
for just being in my room -
in my room, in my room!
Get it.
Utter nonsense but an interesting
insight into my youth.

Areno
Mellon
Shanon
The firenous
Who's into Saul Berlin
Oh jello
Or a cappella

Will here
And bitchard here too,
Here ye, here ye,
Nothing would be here.

Socialize your soap
Socialize your medicine
Organize a great society
Fight the sociopath
Make this a debutante thing
But don't socialize me
I just need subsidies.

Out there at high tide
The force of almost a tidal wave
Getting hit hard by
Makes me crave
Some Florida orange juice
Eat a capon
And go out into the water at low tide
To tell the truth
With a batman cape on
Just to know my lies
If any
I heard they're many
But maybe white lies
About my service experiences
And immediate response to something in
A cigarette obviously

I was very unhappy there for 3 or 4 years in a row during the baseball season,
when the Yankees made the playoffs just once in 4 years.
I live and die with the Yankees during the baseball season.
The combination of Aaron Judge and Gary Sanchez in they're as good as they seem just might lead to a World Championship this year.
I know that's unrealistic
but I can dream.
Their starting pitcher probably
won't hold up;
Ellsbury and Gardner might putter out and Hadley might falter as well.
Holiday and Curtis might not do so well and Greg Bird might not pan out.
But you never know - they're learning how to win
the Yankee way.

I daydream that the
recruiters go out of their way
not to promise dates and even
marriage with **** Nordic blond
beautiful co-eds for the players.
I daydream that they the recruiter bring
in local so-called cool jet set
types to add spice to the recruiting
process.
I daydream that the recruiters
take notice of whether the local
layout of the campus is ideal for the players
and that they show 'em around
the campus and in the city or town (including
"campus town") of the respective schools.
I daydream that they definitely
don't promise under the table money
and everything is on the up and up.
I daydream that they
emphasize the liberal arts programs
of the respective colleges
and suggest to the players that the
combination of a good liberal arts education
and skills learned in sports could lead to a good position later on.
I daydream that they emphasize
the building up of what I call
the two key faces of college football
and basketball programs - depth
and balance of the players.
I daydream that they emphasize
that the players obey conduct rules.
I daydream that they emphasize
the well-roundedness of their
respective programs.

I say it's tarnished because it's been through the ugliness of the sixties, what with the divisiveness the Vietnam War caused.

I have an acquaintance who has a t-shirt that says "these colors don't bleed" and then shows the American flag.

I say they're bleeding now because of the unnecessary blood shed by our boys in Vietnam mixing perhaps with the red blood of America as symbolized by the red stripes on the flag. All because there were these chicken-**** draft dodgers, at least in my own opinion, who with their squawking about serving seemed to egg the war on and on and the unnecessary bloodshed it caused.

I do respect the symbolic nature of the beauty of the American flag and can recall when I was still rather patriotic suggesting to my father, a retired West Point combat army colonel, to get a flag pole in our front yard at one of the houses we lived in the Champaign-Urbana area and fly the flag every day long before it was done even in other parts of the country.

I could be wrong there. Anyway there was an article in the local paper about it that near as I can remember implied that or else it was at least a first for Champaign-Urbana according to what they said.

I think I'm getting patriotic enough again to definitely want the flag to not be burned, etc.

Yeah, me and the flag these days

Brrr
As the ice drops drop
from gutters,
as I make my way
along
on my missions.
It's so cold
sometimes;
I just don't know how
to bundle up right
how I got the chills
especially
when I don't know
what to do or where to go
when I first get the shivers
from the brrr cold.
There are all sorts or nuances
to being out in the cold
that drive me to
frustration,
drive me batty really,
like how the temperature
drops suddenly at duck and rises barely at dawn
how little drops people
in behavior
are spawned
how you just can't even yawn
and wait to see
on the road a fawn
Oh well that's
probably not scratching
the surface
in everything
apparently
but that's life
best I can do
on how to deal with the cold.

if I let you know that I am well
influenced you to the enph degree what would
you do?
If I let you know how you can fall hopelessly
in life easily like me what would you do?
If I let you know I love your bluntness
with me about aspects of me what would you do?
If I let a slew of people know that
i'm impressed with their taste inspire
of them being name preppy and social
compare maybe what would they do?
If I let Donald Trump know i'm envious
of his stretching out his neck for the U.S.
what would he do?
When a medical professional might let
me know that "that's not good" about
connecting "wrong with me" and that all about
me do I still consider them as reassuring
me that they're concerned about my in basic health?
If I got "secret pills" now that I feel
there's awesome love retrieved us what
would they do?
so much for that

Or was it the fourth.
my thirst to be an artist was
upended there
but I still try to do pure impressionistic,
faintly descriptive sketches
and still want to do watercolor landscapes
I was, though, in my element 5 or so years ago
doing sketches of famous people
and writing a small poem next to them on the same page
on the suggestion of my sister Nancy.
Great art dumbfounds me, it's so majestic
and especially complicated next to mine.
I still want to work with clay
and always wanted to be a sculpture
The French impressionists are my favorite
followed by classical great architecture
and the renaissance art.
I do like detail when it's somebody else doing it
but not when it's me
at least lately.
With my kind of glossing over things,
I'll never be remembered.
For sure Andy Warhol will.

*Charles Sturies

I like my silliness sometimes

and my utter seriousness
with tongue in cheek sometimes
just to add a little - like I say
my father called it - sense of humor.

An emphasis on how *******
should be prevented in civilizations
if at all possible - once again.

I'm trying to be funny -
cause we don't want a
decline and fall of the
American Empire
but the police - man's other
best friend besides a dog -
will prevent that
which brings me to this - what
my sister dear calls
perverts or this ****** harrassment business
is being made too big of a deal out of
not that it's a doable offense but
some of us don't like a crime wave
of old men after all.

I remember black guys in junior high
used to say that
and I didn't know exactly what they meant.
I still don't.
But it's an expression that sounds
like it'd make good rhymes.
Here goes.

"I'm wise
not in disguise
I may be shy and a wiseguy
but at least I'm not Captain Blye
Pay the way to the real magic bounty
apparently occasion during the
Vietnam War it seemed implied
by the underlining of the soul article content
in that Bruce Springsteen on the
cover of Time Magazine issue that came out that
seemed to start off the revolution
of the summer of '68
an issue I picked up with the underlying
when I landed on 1st St.
an open psych ward that summer
So one of us is a traitor and the real
Fletcher Christian - that's all the
underlying meant - of all of us
who were into the name.
But it sure wasn't me, I'm not a Navy type
butcher, though big girl there, Army brat
through and through
Yes Sir Captain Blye
I'm arise
and not in disguise
or Louis Nye
and Sigma Chi
and the dunce the Fly
and the desire to move up to the sky
and us guys
who like to get a little high
****, the squares call it,
though to me it's natural
so I won't make any lately
and about thinking I'm one of the guys
Yeah the Mighty High of Joy's song
Captain Blye
a man named SKy
and the fictional Joe Clay called a ****
back at the U of Ketchum
I think was it's name
but that was just implied."

Piscatawan,
Sashcarchawan,
Indian tribes,
Indian vibes,
all in a row,
keeping in tow.
The fat of the land
is all booked up
So no matter hard
they suffer
on the reservations
we still lack discretion
as far as their preservation
so vibes or no
we still give them more seeds to sow

Tom Petty passes away - sorry to hear that
Tears come to my eyes...of al the so-called
zeepugglesoeyes I liked him and the Heartbreakers the best
and that song When I Found You makes me think
he picked me up in Northern Florida
or Georgia hitchhiking and he was around a curve
out of desperation and internal despair
and picking me up inspired him to write the song -
once again I'm probably imagining things.
Lately I'm imagining I fathered whole 30 kids
through my wife and sowing some wild oats
much later after we got divorced
Lately all the critiquing my poetry
that I like I feel is with good intention
and the critiques are just
just trying to help me cope
with this present day matrix or morass of my childhood
that they might think they have a bead on
even though I find the whole thing sorta
uncivilized. I probably think I'm
somehow through the whole thing
being psychic.
That's it for now.

But we can never see
the love
OK, I'm Charles Robert Sturies,
Charles Robert Sturies,
the we,
and yeah Oui Magazine
in anyone but me
So you're my special angel,
guardian angel
in a protective, motherly way
and explain that there just
isn't anything
like an instruction per se
it's so the way
Oh say, Never try to obey

Some people try to get
next to me I suppose
but I believe in compliments
not trying to get on a person's
nerves
to make friends with them or to make love to them
That's why I like
Dennis Edwards at the mic
telling the listener
he can't get next to them
probably
because he thinks, but I hope not, he's a fem.
I can't next to you
as in the out of the blue
and whistle a happy tune
just so I won't
fume about it

Go over in one's mind.
Back up and go over.
Make arrangements in the mind.
Back up and correct.
Take not of
the wonders of a computerized mind  -
I'm just being facetious there, and
for that matter the wonders
of a schizoid mind - I'm just
being facetious again.
The best I can do
for my own thing
is counting sheep
and I, of course
got that off of others.

When-when-I-fall-in-love.
I'm in love now
exclamation point
this is a kinda jazz song-poem
could take over for a
and turn into a country song
I wrote called I'm In Love Now.
When-when-I-fall-in-love
it-it-will-be-forever.
(Maybe Mel Torme would sing it if he's
still alive.)
Now and again
I'll subscribe to Jazz Time
and Diane Scherer will sing
forever
when
when
when you smile at me

Apple
was a mouthful
Packnett
isn't Dragnet
little Debbie
needs a Chevy
Debbie here
doesn't spend with a lear
and yes I know
all the king's horses
couldn't get them in a corsett

Lost an arm
but not enough charm
to get out
without being a lout
an expatriot
he probably understands
the significance
of James Taylor
a lot more than I.
He doesn't seem shy.
An American Muslim
he probably doesn't hoard
his grandeur
or let his beliefs
show on his face
or get in the way of his gut
signified
signified
he is pious
and doesn't think he's the highest.

Jennifer Capriati
I know you don't look snotty
I hope you're not hotsy-totsy,
since I plan on meeting
you
when I become famous too,
just for an interview
for some magazine
or even on the mezzanine
of Yankee Stadium.
You'd ne so so dumbfounded.
I want you bad
You're healthy and robust
You make me happy not sad
even if you open
the door
and don't take you robe off
and say hauntingly
you're not bored
and look supple and soft
and offer up your autograph
while being aghast
and with being hintingly say nothing to scathe
me off the map.
I've got your picture on my wall
you look like you'd be a ball
I read on the internet where you got busted
but I can tell you're to be trusted.
Enough of my fantasies, insights, and desire.
You're one of the all-time greats of tennis
and nothing like love for hire.
Knowing you're in the world
Makes me love you like never before

You cross seas
just to have a meeting over tea.
As for me
I'd rather get what I can Seize
and sneeze
at the latest Tastie Freeze

Yeah jujubes the candy
of the student council in the sky
and would-be upper crust -
it's just as exciting as fruit-striped gum.
Hard little sorta gum candies with a **** cavity -
must be the eyeballs
I don't know whether
hard candy has a mystique
or if it's just "more better"
as the blacks would say
but at least it's good for the breath -
say legs.

There seems to be small pockets of a
love generations left over from the sixties
but I find most people of that era
phonies them ****
and to this day
the World War II generation
shows up its name generation ****
tradition to me
is like half of a day
and the classics
and Brooks Brothers
not some weird anti-war protest
I don't mean to write off
a whole generation though
mainly being cooped up in
places where it's practically
frowned upon if you explode
I'm just blowin' off steam
through written work

If I had a clipboard
I'd chart Yankee spring training wins,
my weight,
and my on-going health problems
and see if they interact,
all on a lined sheet of writing paper
since I fancy myself
a race horse a la Man of War
and want to know
life guard's techniques like a friend
knows
so I can just live
just like the song
by Bobby Brown goes.
*** up that piece of
used bubble gum
and stick it underneath
your table
if you want!

Staunchly, staunchly
Fontleroy, Fontleroy,
as in Little Lord Fontleroy,
and in bored
but see me, feel me, **** me
doesn't cut it
as far as ropes go
and the mystical
rule.
He who lives by the sword
doesn't always die by the sword
anymore, of course
but why invite trouble
or your home will be rubble
and all you'll be able to do is smuggle
Raundry was this
but better dead than red
after I've said my peace
implying the better dead than red business
and me having good looks
I'm dropping both
and joining the people
who want to know
what's it about the group
the All-American Rejects
Reaction comes
without posit traction
I'm ill reaction

The stress is too great for me
as Doc O'Connell says
to take on the leadership of my ward.
I've got a lot of retirement years
to enjoy, he said
so don't come unglued, at back
let the ward run itself
and just enjoy, enjoy.

A poetic or song, phrase will
give me a beat to anticipate
a meal or falling asleep at night
getting cozy underneath the covers
a quick beat might penetrate
my movements as I shower
and a quick beat
might accompany
getting ready for the
shower
or, yes, using the toilet before/can
not that the nurses who help something flush it
In an activity a recurring terrific
rhythm might accompany the
high point of the activity
or in riding in a car
there might be a nice rhythm
I guess I'm happy to be
these days

Marvin, have you heard
Gato Barbieri's Latin Lady?
The other Marvin I like to think
was a friend of mine, even.
Gato Barbieri's Latin Lady reminds me
of the futile melancholy of Dylan's Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands.
The first thing I can think of to
satisfy my thirst for the Latin woman
is to get Asterid Gilbert's Greatest Hits
J. Lo on Shades of Blue - Sunday Night
yes intrigues me in spite of negative
publicity her love life seems to get her
as if she's suddenly plastic
Zero Vibes Little Latin Lupe Lupe get on
star quality and quantity of
recorded music but oh those Latin women -
to be continued maybe in my memoirs no less -
in I might have a son Charles Cobert, Jr
I fathered by a priceless to me
Puerto Rican women in a Times Square
brothel although I might never know for sure.
Little Latin Lupe Lupe
I bet the unisex was founded down there.

All I want is serenity, no solitude
solitary man
'cause it's all compromise

Like Rockque
Seeger goes
Like a ***** male easy mark,
or insightful, maybe, female might go
What make a "rock stud"?
Does he just go thud
like Elmer Fudd
or is he the "over man"
and not an easy mark
and not that ***** guy?
He probably is
a sensitive "terrible" as in good
sometimes venture musician,
like a rockque,
people don't talk,
lets say,
not that they obey.

Call me a Tiger (a restless stud, I think)
I've got stripes around my shoulders, though
Connie Pommegan probably thought I had stripes everywhere
and I reminded him of drippy Fruit Stripe gum, I guess
and yeah my sergeant's stripes in ROTC
Come right now
like a tiger
like Tabien said
I guess I think I'm a tiger
literally (how dumb) with
Smokey the Bear thrown in
Tony the Tiger
roars.
This is probably a bore
Why a tiger
and a cartoon character -
I guess 'cause I think
I'm some sort of lovable
tomcat -
I don't know?
This poem went nowhere.

Send me your breaths
and I'll show you your bent
relieve yourself
whenever you can, of course
but point out the real names
if your enemies
and your new interests
and I'll show you
and unopened can
of beans to eat
when your desperately poor,
hungry, and in the street.
Show me your words,
your temperament,
and I'll show you, maybe
a derelict or
two that's or that are
as good as you.

Fancying myself a sophisticated gentleman, I like to lobby sit.
I have favorite spots like the Palmer House Hotel lobby in Chicago
where I'd even light a cigar and smugly read the Chicago Tribune
in one of their leather chairs
or else when the Yankees
or other visiting pro sports teams
were in town buy a Milky Way
and the Sporting News at the newsstand
hoping to rub elbows
with some of the players
as they paused there
on the way to their rooms.
I can also remember sitting there
one time gaping at the Embassy Room marquise
when it advertised the Supremes singing there -
I also liked to lobby sit in the lobby of the Aster Hotel
near Times Square where our family would stay
on trips to New York
and maybe catch a glimpse of say a new phenomenon -
then a bag lady as she wandered in looking for a place to take a load off
or else I hoped to see some Band standers from Philadelphia come through
as they were there in New York spending the weekend
to appear on **** Clark's Live Saturday Night Show from New York.
Also I enjoy sitting in lobbies of the Desert Inn and Siam City in Fort Lauderdale
listening for the Yankees serve on the Clure Migas sports segment
on the late night news
or else sitting in the lobby of the Ordillone Hotel on Miami Posada
watching the McCarthy hearings.
One time when I was lobby sitting at the local Ramada Inn Hotel in Champaign
some Champaign police came in and ordered me out
and said something to the effect of "if you want to lobby sit, go up to Chicago and do it
but not here - this can barely be called a small city"
But yeah the satisfaction of lobby sitting in general.

Yeah 'em sprinkled on our stocking caps
from being in the snow and taking it off
right when you get indoors.
Yeah 'em hitting one's nose out in the snow
and landing on your lips as you
start to speak in the snow.
Yeah 'em drifting by your window
as you enjoy the warmth
of the indoors in wintertime.
Yeah 'em hitting splat on the windshield
of a car you're in in a blizzard -
Yeah 'e, on the black crinkly hair
of a black girlfriend as you playfully
embrace in the snow.
Yeah 'em in the nose and in the
straight silky hair of a white
girlfriend as you playfully greet
each other in the snow or as you say
goodnight at her door while it's still snowing.
Yeah 'em having landed on a dark
overcoat or stadium coat as you
take it off entering the indoors in the winter or
spotted about on say a beige muffler
of yours as you enter a warm room from
a cold winter's night.
Yeah big ones going splat on
your face with a burning sensation
out in the snow
and getting 'em in your eye and
having them burn as you get
caught in a driving snowstorm
or landing in relatively
big splotches as they land
in a snowstorm in the back of your neck.
Yeah 'em melting in the heat
of the indoors.
Yeah flakes -
make you want to get 'dem cakes.

I get the heebie jeebies
Everytime you pass by
I want to be accepted by you
So much,
I have such a crush
On you,
You're so cool.
I'm a fool
For wondering if
You're being cruel

Above all else
I guess
I've blessed
Your tressels
And hide
in you usehbur
While wrestling
With discretion

Love is in the air
It's everywhere
OOO I'm losing you
But we win against ISIS
and I wouldn't worry about certain people
being drips or even our sissis
Not that we really do,
Some of us at least,
Or if there's rhyme or reason
to the rock group Little Feat
I'm sure the dust will clear
on the Jimmy Dean - John Wayne
duel delusions of some of us.
That we'll be more grateful
for simple love demonstrated
and won't feel we have to be registrated
for all the latest raffles
life will be one big successful raffle
and not for us a big hassle
and l'll look up an old Yankees farmhand
that sounded good to me on the Internet
Bobby Lasko
Love, love is in the air.

Just a little thankfulness here and there is icing on the cake
Just time a lot to spend the moment
can make a person fed
like they're not on the make
or dating a rake
out them till their wake.
Sincerity means of much,
here and there, a thoughtful touch
even if it's getting romantic while
out with them to lunch
or asking your mate
for something to munch
on
or kissing some night here and there
into the dawn.
Honesty is the key,
giving notice to the person asking to see
whether you charge a fee or not
just being interested in little ol' me
Ask if they're gonna let you be
when the time comes
or hate you and tell
you whether or not to sell
yourself on something that you
wouldn't be able to do.
You want though to come and be
as in a pair
and have them make you
think you're part of a stable.
Courage is important
and cleanliness just as important
I've just scratched the surface.