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Apr 2013 · 1.2k
Dangerous Minds
Chuck Apr 2013
Adroit minds are adamant about arcadian lives

Boorish minds are bellicose and baleful

Adroit and boorish minds must be abolished and banned

For they are dangerous minds
Apr 2013 · 1.1k
500
Chuck Apr 2013
500
My Pirates are at 500
The snow has turned
To a gentle rain

500 record
20 years of losing
Not losing
Not winning
Buccos' 500
Purgatory bliss

I pray for the
Sun to shine!
Hope for 1 game
Over 500
Horrible poem, happy fan! Sorry you had to join me in my celebration of mediocrity.
Apr 2013 · 1.0k
She Dances
Chuck Apr 2013
She dances in my mind
Like a tripping swan
Awkward confidence
Smiling at the laughter

Stumbling through the doors
In my amused conscience
Revealing a mysterious soul
Embracing imperfection
'Ever dancing across my mind
My attempt to define beauty, as I see it.
Apr 2013 · 794
Imperfect Paridise
Chuck Apr 2013
I
aspire
to
float
to
welcome
lands
flawed
perfectly,
home
Apr 2013 · 1.2k
Cat Fight
Chuck Apr 2013
Cat fight, cat fight
Meow, meow
Cat fight, cat fight
On the prow

Can't hide from the scratches
Can't have them declawed
They fight in batches
The can't be outlawed

Cat fight, cat fight
Meow, meow
Cat fight, cat fight
On the prow
This is a children's poem. I think kids can enjoy it, and kids of all ages play this game. I know the term cat fight is derogatory, but I am angered by the fact that even women on this sight fight with each other in poetry. I was asked to remove a like from a woman's poem because another woman, who I don't even know, thought it was about her. I did this time, but I don't like being censored! This poem is about all people who put personal Narcism before freedom of expression. I took the poem as a general theme not about an individual. This is a general theme, just inspired by you. Sorry, all. I sharpened my claws. Haha
Apr 2013 · 768
MOVE!
Chuck Apr 2013
Jog
Into the future

Skip
Into my dreams

Strut
Into your own

Sprint
From life unfitting

Hop
Into my arms
Apr 2013 · 1.3k
Redundant Narcism
Chuck Apr 2013
The moon will always rise
The sun will always set
Life is full of mass regret
Redundant

The rain continues to pound
The leaves always wither
There's never anyone around
Repetitious

The clouds float by
The breeze gently cools
Another day, another cry
Repetitive

The flowers bloom
The torrents flow
Yet narcissistically consumed
Over and over and over
Nature suggests that our tiny problems are minuscule and insignificant. We need to be reminded to get over it, see the bigger picture, and enjoy nature and life while we and the sun still is rising! It always will; we won't. Forgive me if I repeated myself in this poem. Haha
Apr 2013 · 778
Spit and Swing
Chuck Apr 2013
When the world
***** you dry
Wet your whistle
      And spit

When the spit
Doesn't come
Fold you fist
     And swing

When the punch
Doesn't connect
Say your prayers
      And die
Apr 2013 · 1.3k
Obscene Irony (10w)
Chuck Apr 2013
Obscene gesture
From a car
With a Jesus fish
Amen
Apr 2013 · 3.7k
Discipline (Haiku)
Chuck Apr 2013
I asked my mom why
She said because I love you
Then she smacked my face
Thanks, Mom for caring.



This metaphoric and not factual. I do promote discipline but not violence or abuse.

Hyperbole!
Apr 2013 · 545
You (10w)
Chuck Apr 2013
Your
Verbiage
Is
Effulgent.

Your
Fecund
Intent
Is
Luminous.

Bri­lliance!
This is dedicated to all of the poems I've read on HP and to all of you perfectly imperfect people that are, of course, poets. Thank you for sharing, inspiring, enlightening, and caring!
Apr 2013 · 385
Three Little Words (10w)
Chuck Apr 2013
I never told

You

I love you

Because

I don't
Apr 2013 · 1.5k
Giant Disappointment
Chuck Apr 2013
A giant has been messing
With me.
It played with my
Emotions
Like a cat toys
With a
Mouse.
When I hopped up
It knocked me down
With a flick of its
Finger.
I played opossum;
It picked me up
And patted my head
Gently.
When I forgave it
For hurting me,
It left me clinging
To the phone
Like a teenage girl
Waiting for her
Date.
It never showed
That night.
The next day
It delivered unapologetically.
Yet it stole my faith
When it
Departed.
I hate giants!
In retrospect,
I learned a giant
May be strong
And even have
A huge heart,
But on the flip side
It creates huge piles of
****!
The Giant Auto Dealership in Franklin, Pa., is the object of this poem, but I hope it works metaphorically for many situations. DO NOT GO TO The Giant!! It was the worst new car buying experience of my life!!!!  I feel a bit better now. Thank you!!!
Chuck Apr 2013
Two hearts beat as one – transcend time and space
Kinship and true love crush old paradigms
A siren seduces with just her face
Two hearts beat as one – transcend time and space
Some souls are captured in a lady’s grace
One can fall in love with a poet’s rhymes
Two hearts beat as one – transcend time and space
Kinship and true love crush old paradigms
Triolet in iambic pentameter, I hope,
Apr 2013 · 885
Sports' Loops
Chuck Apr 2013
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The original shape did not transfer well from Word to HP. Might delete this.
It is supposed to say: Life in an emotional roller coaster. Why do we seek more emotional loop-de-loops by becoming enraptured in sports?
Apr 2013 · 1.0k
Life Cycle
Chuck Apr 2013
Pedal
Pedal
Pedal

Up
The
Ascent

Pedal
Pedal
Pedal

Round
The
Cu­re

Pedal
Pedal
Pedal

Down
The
Decent

Coast
Pedal
Coast

Life
Is
Like

A
Bike
Ride

Hard
Goin'
Up

Fun
Goin'
Down

Pedal­
Pedal
Pedal

Coast
Coast
Coast

It's
More
Exciting

Pedaling
Dow­n
Hard

Pedal
Pedal
Pedal
Interrupt on any level you wish. I like cycling.
Apr 2013 · 2.6k
Pirates Fan
Chuck Apr 2013
Opening day
Is extra special
For a Pirates fan
We are tied
For first place
Even in
Wins and losses
Looking forward
To the playoffs
Go Buccos!
After twenty
Years of loosing
A world record
Of loosing
We need this
One day
To feel good
Before we
Lose again
Maybe not
This might
Be our year
Opening day
Optimists
Not a great poem! I just had to say something. My family and I ave hope! My thirteen year old never saw the Pirates win. This may be our year. I've said this for twenty years. Bad poem I know.
Mar 2013 · 3.1k
Egg Shaped
Chuck Mar 2013
Is Easter
All about eggs
Or is it about bunnies
Or maybe about chocolate
It should be about true sacrifice
And hardships and determination
For brotherhood and kinship for all
And, of course, the Lord Jesus  Christ
For worshipping, dedicated Christians
But really, it is about all kinds of eggs
Beautifully colored hard boiled eggs
Many solid, milk chocolate eggs
Peanut better fudge eggs
Even poetic eggs
Thought I'd try an easy shape poem. I am amazed at some of the shape poems I've seen on HP!
Mar 2013 · 955
Death at Easter
Chuck Mar 2013
He has risen
Praise be to God
Gramps passed
Death to Billy
Cancer to Linda
Rejoicing in sadness
Mar 2013 · 775
Blue Skies (10w)
Chuck Mar 2013
IPhone in the sky
Glowing blue background
Long battery life!
Mar 2013 · 6.4k
Cereal Killer
Chuck Mar 2013
I am a cereal killer
Devouring Life is a thriller

Snap, crackle, and pop
I make the flakes drop

Stalking salubrious crunch
Murdered for breakfast and lunch

My appetite for Trix is voracious
For my Lucky Charms, I am gracious

Mud & Bugs haunt my soul
Desecrating Grape-Nuts whole

Yea, I'm Nut n' Honey and Cocoa Hoots
Krispy Kritter Krave Fruit Loops

I'm a cereal killer
Yet a community pillar

Can't comprehend why it's a crime
Unrepentant, I'll massacre cereal every time
I asked my son what I should write about. He said cereal killer, so this is what he got. I never understood why it's a crime. Haha The words in capitals are names of cereal, as if you didn't know. Thanks for reading my silly poem!
Mar 2013 · 1.6k
Snow Day (Haiku)
Chuck Mar 2013
Snow pouring like salt
Expected in cold winter
Yet it's March lamb's spring
Mar 2013 · 744
Addicted (Step 1 of 10)
Chuck Mar 2013
Hello, my name is Chuck
(Hello, Chuck!)
It feels strange
To be here
I've been addicted
My entire life
However, the past three months
Have been a verbal blur
Upon awaking,
I get a fix
Before coffee stimulates
My corpse
To be totally honest
Sometimes
I do it at work
Sleep alludes me
Because
It parties in my veins
At first
My mind was clouded
From peering
Into the eyes
Of the beast
Now, it haunts
My family
Disrupting the harmony
There within
I must
Sleigh the
Monster
Or
At least
Tame it

Hello, I'm Chuck
I'm addicted to
Poetry
(Grinning as I type)
Admitting
There is a
Problem
Is the first step
I keep trippin'!
Upon reflection after a discussion with my family. I love poetry, but I can't let it interfere with my number one love, my family. It's been wonderful the last three months on Hello, but I need to spend less time on my iPad. I will read all of your poems. I just have to control my addiction, so I never have to quit cold turkey! It is your fault! You are all just so **** talented! No, the culpability remains mine alone.
Chuck Mar 2013
I am not an outlaw, but I'm a gambler.
Loaded my ole Colt, then closed my Henry's bolt.
I'll rescue Sally and roam as a rambler.
First, I'll shoot the sheriff and rob his bank volt.
Ride into town, guns blazin', deputies die!
Blow the safe, grab the girl, get shot in the thigh.
Sally starts shootin', kills the corrupt sheriff.
Posse's chasin', a cowboy's love life if rough.
Chuck Mar 2013
"Howdy, mam! My name's Rusty. You can trust me."
"How do? I'm Sally. This haint my ole corral."
"With due respect, you're fresh, this place is *****."
"You slick cowboys know what to say to a gal."
"Our eyes locked like a couple of rattlesnakes."
"Mister, yer makin' a terrible mistake.
I do feel somethin' fer ya, but I'm caught here."
"Well, I'll just have ta uncetch ya, Sal ma dear."
Check out Somethin's Purge to learn the Rispetto. Thanks!
Chuck Mar 2013
I'm a rough rider with a Henry rifle.
You're forced to sling ***** in a smoke filled saloon.
I'm just a cowpoke kickin' dust with cattle.
Whiskey's needed and gamblin' and a fun tune.
Gallop my pinto to Silverado's Star.
Saw the perdiest little thang at he bar.
Order the good stuff, say, "Howdy," take a belt.
I reckon I falled in love, they way I felt!
This is my first Rispetto. If you want to learn the form, read Somthin's Purge. I never heard of this before Somethn. Some of the names came from the movie, Silverado. I hope you like it, I reckon. Thanks, Somethin!
Mar 2013 · 4.3k
The Introvert
Chuck Mar 2013
She thinks
She feels
She ponders
She breathes
She contemplates
She lives in pieces
She wonders
She suffers torment
She remains foot-in-mouth free
Thanks to Christa Cannon for the notes on pieces! It works better than my original line!
Chuck Mar 2013
Your limitless future brings great fear
The future is less far and more near
Glasses will replace cellphones next year
Hundreds can share one's eyes
People you replace will shed a tear
Tech is human's demise

You con with lights and buttons and bells
Amplifying strength, you fit in cells
We drown in technological wells
You thrive and humans shrink
The addiction will rot us in Hell
People! Log off and think!

When do we cease with this life carefree
It's time people let well enough be
Tech will soon replace humans for free
Tractors and new machines
Starved, by stealing the jobs of many
Limitations obscene
Robert Burns is my favorite poet! It is an honor to use his stanza form. I am not crazy. I just had a conversation with my friend about the benefits and detriments of future technologies. Check out Google Glass!
Mar 2013 · 810
White Noise
Chuck Mar 2013
Love out loud
Sing in silence
Live in lullabies
White Noise
Mar 2013 · 969
What? Poetic justice?
Chuck Mar 2013
"What can I write a poem about?" - student
Anything you see, feel, or think about. - me
" I don't feel or think anything."
O.k. Then, write about a strong memory.
"I don't remember anything."
Write about something you love.
"Nothin."

Just a part of a ten minute conversation on poetry topics.
Poetic justice?
Teaching is easy!?!

The student held a stone (used as a hall pass).

Write a poem about talking to a stone. - in my head
Poetic justice!
Thought I'd share a poetic moment from my day. It is poetry because Anon C. told me that anything I write is poetry, because I'm a poet. Thanks Anon.
Mar 2013 · 1.3k
Salesmen
Chuck Mar 2013
I conversed with
Salesmen today

I was smart and witty
They hung on every
Word I spewed

My opinions where all astute
They bowed with great reverence
My attempts at levity
Were greeted with heartfelt laughter

I conversed with
Salesmen today
I was John Stewart,
Jerry Seinfeld, and Bill Clinton
I was interesting and debonair

Then I came home
To you
And I am . . . Nobody
I did talk to salesmen but the rest is just thematic not true to my life.
Mar 2013 · 1.2k
New Car
Chuck Mar 2013
I bought a new car today
It is red with
A sunroof
And trendy black wheels

I'll cruise by with music blaring
And smile
And wave my hand
Through the open roof

There will remain a hole
In my heart and soul
That is black with
Tiny scars where life and you scratched me
And there is no bandage so it heals
I did get a car, but the rest is thematic! I wanted to comment on materialism. Materials can't plug holes, but I have no holes now. Thanks for reading!
Mar 2013 · 950
Ides of March
Chuck Mar 2013
Julius died
"Et tu Brute"
He cried
Willam
Made them
Both more
Famous
Plus
This
Day
"Beware the Ides of March."
Thanks
Again
Bard!
The quotes are from my memory of William Shakespeare's Julius Caesar.  Forgive me if they are not exact.
Mar 2013 · 460
Pope TV (10w)
Chuck Mar 2013
The Pope has been smoked!
Good, let's watch real TV!
It's okay, I'm Catholic!
Mar 2013 · 906
Spirit
Chuck Mar 2013
Haunted
Scared
Spooked
Rushing
Tripping
Petrified
Grasped
Wakened
Sweating

She haunts me still!
Chuck Mar 2013
(SAY)
Welcome! Come in. Stay for awhile, friend.
Tell about your wonderful life.
How are the kids and the wife?
I'm glad you are well, friend.
I wish you the best.
Friends to the end.
You always
Pass the
Test.
Pest!
Listen
To yourself.
I hope you die!
Annoying wee elf!
Please, poke out my right eye.
Kids are brats and your wife's fat.
The best days of your life passed by.
Get the Hell out, fiend! Go on! Get! ****!
(THINK)
Mar 2013 · 2.0k
Baby Food
Chuck Mar 2013
I once read an essay that made perfect sense
It gave an alternative to cure expense

It was a proposal that was quite modest
I wish I'd have thought of it, to be honest

It was from the early eighteenth century
It would empty the full penitentiary

Babies are free until they are at least one
Then they are fat, tender, and ripe in the sun

Parents can sell them to the politicians
They will use them as part of their nutrition

It is a win for everyone, you can tell
After all, we're already going to Hell

Sell the babies for politicians to eat
Use the money for a superfluous treat

We should kindly thank Mr. Jonathan Swift
For solving all our problems with this great gift
Upon rereading Jonathan Swift's satire, "A Modest Proposal."
Mar 2013 · 1.6k
Betrayal
Chuck Mar 2013
(RING)

There are nasty rumors about you two!

"None of it is true!"

You know I believe you.

"I'd expect you to kick my ****, too!"

That's exactly what I would do!

Just make sure this plutonic relationship is through!


(FOUR MONTHS LATER)

Meeting, heart attack, rumors again!

Believing he will tell me, he didn't descend.

Planned a visit to see my sick friend.

Then, I learned the facts that truly offend.

Could not go, I do not pretend!

Thought to myself, this will be his end.


(NEXT DAY...RING)

"Your old friend is dead....

He shot himself in the head!"

I was afraid this would be said.

This was a community he once lead.

He, himself, cut the last thread.


(REACTION)

You *******!

You *******!

You took the easy way out, tossed everyone else in a ditch!


(REFLECTION)

This betrayal of a community left so much dread.

It left a once loved man, dead,

And a young lady, who will never be right in the head!


(BETRAYAL)

You betrayed all who put you on a shelf.

But most of all, you betrayed yourself.
This is based on true life events. It has been three years, and I'm finally forcing myself to deal with it in writing. I used the silly rhyme scheme just to make it tolerable to me. Not great poetry, more like therapy.  Thanks for sharing this with me. Send me the bill. Haha
Mar 2013 · 1.3k
Nature Smiled
Chuck Mar 2013
Nature smiled today
The sun peaked through the clouds
And witnessed nature's flirtation
For the first time in a year
Soon today's consummation
Will result in blooming flowers
And budding trees
Nature smiled today
Geese honked their way north
Streams rushed with superfluous
Melting of the last stitches of winter's blanket
Nature smiled today
Plants, animals, and people awoke
To birth and life renew
Spring
Mar 2013 · 1.3k
To Be Obtuse
Chuck Mar 2013
YOU ARE:
Boorish and bellicose
Calamitous and caustic
Defamatory and dowdy
Garrulous and guileless
Insolent and irksome
Are you busy tonight?
Some of my favorite negative adjectives with my favorite, alliteration, and my favorite male weakness, any woman, even a negative one.
Chuck Mar 2013
I spoke with Jesus today.
He asked me where I'm goin'.
For the life of me, I didn't know what to say.
I spoke with Jesus today.
I asked Him to show me the way.
Christ just stared at me smilin'!
I spoke with Jesus today.
He asked me where I'm goin'.
Some help he was.
Mar 2013 · 631
Sorrow (Haiku)
Chuck Mar 2013
Given the choice, I'd
Rather wallow in fire
Than break a friend's heart
I once accidentally made someone said, by miscommunication. This is how I feel about that.
Mar 2013 · 1.5k
Holy Trinity
Chuck Mar 2013
Ian
Kevin
Morgan
One for strength
Two for smiles
Three, my heart
My Holy Trinity
worship, adore, flourish
For my three kids. They mean everything to me!
Mar 2013 · 388
When
Chuck Mar 2013
When I'm alone
I'm never alone
When I'm at home
I'm never at home
When I'm alive
I'm never alive
Until you come home to me.
Mar 2013 · 894
Poetessa (Haiku)
Chuck Mar 2013
Jocular word play
Adroit syllabic patterns
Effulgent world views
Mar 2013 · 1.1k
Panacea (Haiku)
Chuck Mar 2013
You're my talisman
Your words my panacea
Your eyes my daydreams
Mar 2013 · 563
Brevity is Bliss
Chuck Mar 2013
B
R
E
V
I
T
Y

Is bliss!
Yes?
Some people think short poems aren't poetry. I disagree, but this is kind of a cop out.
Mar 2013 · 2.8k
Rejoice (Triolet)
Chuck Mar 2013
Poetry invents jocular joy
Limpid loquaciousness rejoice
Heuristic verbiage to deploy
Poetry invents jocular joy
Dancing with Shakespeare and Tolstoy
Mellifluous melodic voice
Poetry invents jocular joy
Limpid loquaciousness rejoice
My first Triolet. Thanks Rebecca Askew for showing this form to me and for doing it so well.
Mar 2013 · 759
Experiment
Chuck Mar 2013
Life is an experiment
This becomes more true
The older I get

In my youth, a year ago
I believed my story was scribed
Now, I just don't know

Mellifluous words carry me away
Sweeping me up
Causing me to question the day

Life is an experiment
Like the poems I pen
The longer words ferment
The cloudier the end
Mar 2013 · 1.4k
Love Poem from a Guy
Chuck Mar 2013
You are a slam dunk
A fingertip catch
And all that exciting junk

You are a bone crushing tackle
A pulled groin muscle
So painful, I'm a blushing rascal

You are the Stanley Cup
A Superbowl ring
That's what's up

~
This hurts for a poet to admit, but sometimes the sentiment is more important than the eloquence.
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