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 Feb 2013 Moonlight Blossom
Chuck
When the reaper knocks,
will you answer the
nefarious  door?
 Feb 2013 Moonlight Blossom
Chuck
Do not utter a syllable
For the reaper lurks at the door
Dim the lights as our eyes are widened  
Sit in a desperate, huddled mass
Feel the shivering, helpless creature on the left
Hear my traitorous lungs exhaling, surrendering my position
My heart pounding, screaming at my body
Ordering me to run, to fight, to ****
"Do not go gentle into that good night,"
As Dylan Thomas so elegantly stated
Yet it is not a time for romantic visions of heroism
Beowulf's idealism will not save us here
Sobbing, shivering, ***** stained American Eagle
Sweat drenched Under Amour Tees and hoodies
Feet ironically quivering in red and orange Nike Shocks
A 243 pound lineman blubbering under his breath
He wants his mother, his daddy, his pillow, to go home
Another boy, Darrel, clenches his fists, readies for attack
Cassidy sits silently, emotionless, statuesque, frozen in time
And I . . . What do I do? . . . What do I do?
Do I flinch like Sir Gawain in the face of death?
Or do I . . . . . . What do I do?
God, may I never discover the answer to this evil query
God help us stop the violence consuming innocent children
Render CODE RED obsolete
Yet, CODE RED will parish not
For society feeds on fictional fame
Fifteen minutes that Warhol never could have painted
Now it will be duplicated like so many Campbell's Soup cans
CODE RED    CODE RED    CODE RED   CODE RED  
And . . . What will I do?
What will I do?
Upon practicing safety drills in a high school
 Feb 2013 Moonlight Blossom
Chuck
When friends are sick
There is little we can say
Words seem awkward and useless
So all we can do is pray

Hello Friends, our dear Timothy is ill
Marian and Hilda deserve a well papa and husband
So if you're pious, atheist, pagan, or some new trend
Let's all pray, wish, hope, or conjure our fill
For a cure for Timothy, our Friend!
¥£€>>###%^*+!!!!!!
Get well soon old man! For Timothy, Hilda, and Marian,~><\|_][{}#%^*+=¥%%%%%!
 Feb 2013 Moonlight Blossom
Chuck
Clocks     tick,      tick


M
y

hands

a
r
e

tied


Time                      still                         flies
 Feb 2013 Moonlight Blossom
Chuck
What's better than ten words?
Nine heart felt words.
 Feb 2013 Moonlight Blossom
Chuck
My perfect princess
Loves to dance and dress
My princess perfect
Causes no distress
Sings just for affect

Angel in my heart
Lover of all art
A painter, writer
My princess my ****
A demure fighter

The ***** in spunky
The funk in funky
The warmth in my soul
Happiness *****
Perfect daughter role

Strait "As" in her school
No boy's Blonde haired fool
Boy terminator
Dependence too cruel
An animator

My perfect princess
Loves to dance and dress
My princess perfect
Causes no distress
Can't know her affect
To my 8 year old daughter. I doubt I will still be able to say this (perfect) when she is a teen, but for now I'm enjoying her loveliness. I tried to make it whimsical like she.
 Feb 2013 Moonlight Blossom
Chuck
I am at at the bottom of the ocean
Baffled how I am still breathing
Wondering how I transcended
Viewing the world with 20 thousand leagues
Of liquid obstruction to distort my view
I am at the bottom of the ocean
The world does not pause
No one will toss me a line
It is my choice
Surrender to this aquatic haze
And possibly drown
Or belligerently swim to normalcy
The saltwater clouds my mind  
I am at the bottom of the ocean
I read this to a realist. She said, "Yea, you're tired." Oh' to view the world as a realist.
 Feb 2013 Moonlight Blossom
Chuck
I'd
Like
To
Describe
Your
Beauty
But
You
Are
Ineffable
 Feb 2013 Moonlight Blossom
Chuck
8% Remaining, Poets Dilemma
Just Breathe
When Snow Falls, Laughter Cries
Words Reveal ~ Words Shade

Cruel Irony, Sweet Awakening
Utopia
New and Improved, First Born
My Son My Stars, Princess Perfect

Elegy for American Road Cycling
Spooncycle
Dreams, Forever Home
Companionship, Magic Moon

To the Woman, To the S.O.B.
Ineffable
Ephemeral Perfection, Momentary Perfection
The Effect, Hello, Hello Poetry
I was thinking of the saying, the title tales everything you need to know. Theses are some of my poem's titles. I put them together in a way that makes poetic sense to me. If you read this, I hope you took some meaning from this other than self-promotion. Haha
 Feb 2013 Moonlight Blossom
Chuck
We share our intimate verbiage
Tearful, tortured souls are bared
Ripples of poetry reverberate  
Through myths and muse and fears

Who are these mysterious poets
With whom we write and laugh
Some could be different than they claim
A dark catfish in a poet’s guise
Worse, others playing nefarious games

Shall mysterious friends be trusted
We don’t even know genuine names
Yet, I declare, my mysterious friends
Names, ages, and past do not hinder me
We can hide our facts and our faces
Yet poet friends we will truly be

We’ve known people for many years
Spent hours on trivial small talk
We don’t know who they really are
We’ve shared poems in anonymity
Yet we’ve bled more deeply by far

To all mysterious friends, poets one and all
No need to inspect you face to face
To trust you with my naked soul!
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