"charlene" poems
~wherever, whenever and forever for Sally B.~
"Don’t urge me to leave you. "If I could, then I would
To turn back from you. I'll go wherever you will go
Wherever you go, Way up high or down low
I will go, I'll go wherever you will go
And where you stay, Run away with my heart
I will stay. Run away with my hope
Your people will be Run away with my love
My people I know now, just quite how
And your God My life and love
my God. Might still go on
Where you die, I will die, In your heart, in your mind
There I will be buried." I'll stay with you for all of time"
(Book of Ruth 1:16) (Charlene Soria Lyrics)
Let it be writ,
Let it be sung,
All should know,
This I swear,
Where you are,
So, I shall be too.
Your hope, my hope.
Your heart, my heart.
Life and love,
But one.
Where you run,
I'll shall follow.
Now, today,
Forever,
If our bodies apart,
If our hands cannot
Grasp each other,
Yet, still,
In your heart,
In your soul,
I will be,
I cannot leave.
Where you are,
So, I shall be as well,
within from the without
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 3:56 AM UTC
Hilary the Hippopotamus
had a long held dream
to dance with Nureyev
in the port town of Charlene
her dream became
a reality
when Nureyev was touring
her particular locality
his regular dance partner
came down with the flu
and he was at a loss
as to what to do
he called the tour organizers
to ask their advice
they said he should
contact Hilary and not think twice
a lovely version of Swan Lake
they performed in the port town of Charlene
dancing with Nureyev
was Hilary's dream
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 7:32 AM UTC
there once was a woman named Arlene
who had an older sister named Darlene
their youngest sister was named Karlene
and her twin was named Charlene
the ladies of (lene) had a matriarch named Marlene
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 8:44 PM UTC
"Don't take your love away"
Cuz "I wanna be close"
So if we "separated"
"My first love"
Will rot
A----
"Charlene"!
"Since I seent you"
You've been my "diamond in the rough"
So my boys know
That I'll be a "broken man"
If "her heart"
"Float" away from me
"The point of it all"
Is "im a mess"
So "please stay"
So I can see "better days"
Quit tampering
A------ H-------
"When a woman loves"
She's "happy people"
"When a woman's fed up"
"I wish" that I can make her happy
I'm sorry, it's just "if I could turn back the hands of time" I would
You say that you love me
But "it seems like you ready"
To "step in the name of love"
In another mans "chocolate factory"
Hope I'm not being petty
R. -----
"A house is not a home"
But "if this world were mine"
"If only for one night"
I'll give you "endless love"
"Here and now"
"Always and forever"
You'll be my "superstar (don't you remember)"
When I told you that It's "never too much" of your love that I can have?
Without you I'm lost
-----r V-------
Why are you "playing possum"?
Tell me a lil "sumthin' sumthin'"
Spread your "pretty wings"
And soar to "whenever wherever whatever" you want to go
My "bad habits"
Makes "this woman's work"
And when I see her cry
I can't help but to have a "fist full of tears"
In my "lifetime" I never been so
"Fortunate" until now
My "ascension" never been so high until now (don't ever wonder) us falling
Because it will "stop the world"
"Know these things: shouldn't you"
If so don't ever bail
--x----
It's not just your "chocolate legs"
That I crave
"I wanna be loved"
And "sometimes I cry" when I can't
"Spend my life with you"
Don't leave me for lonely "Harriett jones"
We have "real love"
Don't go stray
E--- --n--
"Me and those dreamin' eyes of mine" wishes that you were my "lady"
I wish that we were "cruising"
I Wish that I could take you "higher"
But since you're "untitled (how does it feel" to be my "brown sugar"?
Do you "feel like making love"? Huh?
Like Animals
-'A-----
"U got it bad"
"You make me wanna"
"Let it burn"
But I got a few "confessions" to make
When I "love you gently"
And go "nice and slow"
"You remind me" that I should toss them "papers" away
Tonight I want it "my way"
"Can you handle it"?
I love her and lust her
U----
"I'm tired of being alone"
But "how can you mend a broken heart"?
How can I reach "love and happiness"
And stay harmonious when we're tied by "unchained melodies"?
Can we ever just be "simply beautiful"?
Not just a cute couple?
Do you believe?
-- --een
Your art
Your mind
Your eyes
Your heart
Is described by our artist
Your art is painted in their lyrics
Sing songs as long as you belong
I long for your love
So my ears are plugged with earphones
As I sing along
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
She doesn't see how pretty she is,
Especially when she laughs,
She doesn't know how happy she can be
When she isn't worried about the past
I want her to know how wonderful she is
Her company will be gone too fast
She should know that I love her
Even if she thinks no one else does
She should know that she's going to be great
Even if no one else knows
That she'll be beautiful, and create perfect things
She's the girl of the most stubborn mans dreams
Her name is Charlene
And I hope she loves where she's going
She's the first friend who will never truly leave me.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
The sun is drowning in the horizon
Flailing its brittle breaking rays
The Oakridge girls sweat in the factory
Sisters of Mercy in a hospital 10,000 miles away
Chasing down a wailing ambulance
Inside, a patient who swears he's still alive
His eyes are crying milk white protein
The Priest and Doctor insist to him he die
And I've become so lonesome
Now that the Oakridge girls are gone
The dusk is blood red in the East
But a celebration is started with the dawn
Nothing, no nothing ever changes
Quick and clean if you are blind
Charlene will turn your heart to stone
But the Oakridge girls are always kind
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 3:24 AM UTC
The day he locked himself out is not specific, a
Monday or a Thursday, some square on some calendar
I tossed in the trash years ago.
We lived in a small white house yards off a small suburban street. I dubbed it The White House. I cannot remember how many of my holidays passed inside. It's all stuck in fog.
Some time later my mother and brother and myself moved not a quarter mile from The White House; a trailer park, owned by Aunt Charlene and her callousness. She cares deeply for my mother. I still pass The White House as I drive to my great-grandma's home, years later. It is hidden from the street, all branch and leaf and overgrowth, flora hiding its face from the cars and their people, the birds, sunlight, illumination.
My great-grandmother's eyes are thick with a knowledge I am fortunate to not possess. Great-grandma. My father's grandma. Mother told me he began to drink when Grandpa Jesse died and never managed to shelf it. I meditate on my genes. My great-grandma is 84-years on this earth. I have trouble bringing myself to talk to her.
It is so much. So fast. I am a man now—not grown, hardly seasoned, no hint of gray—of 21-years. I have not seen my father since I started smoking. I wonder, now, following all these years of silence what, exactly, we might have to say to one another. He may ask about my girlfriend: I may ask of his. Years apart, a ridged gap, and yet still a kinship, some foreign hurt deeply threading the vein.
The malignancy of feelings.
I bury my anger and let it age, whiskey soaking in the oak, cultivating a taste, a character, an identity. I cannot change this. It is my blood. I will always bear his name. He may die before me. I will always bear his name.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC
. Wherever (Synthesis)
two years later...
"Don’t urge me to leave you. "If I could, then I would
To turn back from you. I'll go wherever you will go
Wherever you go, Way up high or down low
I will go, I'll go wherever you will go
And where you stay, Run away with my heart
I will stay. Run away with my hope
Your people will be Run away with my love
My people I know now, just quite how
And your God My life and love
my God. Might still go on
Where you die, I will die, In your heart, in your mind
There I will be buried." I'll stay with you for all of time"
(Book of Ruth 1:16) (Charlene Soria Lyrics)
***Let it be writ,
Let it be sung,
All should know,
This I swear,
Where you are,
So, I shall be too.
Your hope, my hope.
Your heart, my heart.
Life and love,
But one.
Where you run,
I shall follow.
Now, today,
Forever,
If our bodies apart,
If our hands cannot
Grasp each other,
Yet, still,
In your heart,
In your soul,
I will be,
I cannot leave.
Where you are,
So, I shall be too.***
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Thank you all for loving this poem so much. I have long thought of the symmetry between Ruth and the lyrics to the song "Wherever You Go,"
when ever I hear them on Pandora....last nite around Two Am, I decided to set them up side, by side and then to see what happened...and the merger, the synthesis was the obvious and only solution.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC
Did anybody see a little girl named Charlene
She went to school somewhere near Tremont St.
It was early sixties and the sky was always clear
In Las Vegas Nevada spelt NV
Her Daddy was a hit man, come from Chicago way
He told me not to look at her "don't get in the way"
I'm only here to do a job
After that we'll both be gone
So leave my daughter be you little one
Charlene, Charlene
My little kindergarten queen
I know That you are not bubbles
The girl that brought me double trouble
So try to hunt me down please please
Charlene, Charlene
Remember how you loved your nap
And the kiss I gave you after snack
It's been almost fifty years
And I'm still missing you my dear
Charlene, Charlene
You are my kindergarten queen
I hope to see you someday again
Please, Please, Please
Charlene, Charlene
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
Charlene I dont know why I waited.
If I dont recognise her beauty I might get assassinated.
By her beauty accused. Her hearts road closed due to all the pain she was caused.
If she doesnt like this poem I will be laughed at like a clown.
A beautiful pass into her hearts town.
You cant put a price on her heart.
A banner with her beautiful picture and name on it.
Her beauty reflected in the crystal clear water when she looks into it.
I dont know if she will talk to me.
A courtyard with purple flowers isnt as beautiful as her beauty.
Her poem in this letter seal. I wont regret telling her how I feel.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
The literal worst.
Some might say Nixon- the criminal in charge
Martin for the tear he let the native’s tread
Hoover for the shanty towns that rose
Fillmore who let the escaped and finally free be returned to captivity.
John Taylor the whig who wasn't a whig but manifested his Ideas in us going west.
Warren G Harding and the Affairs
James Buchanan who started the war.
But the worst were the ones who never got to be.
The literal worst because I got to see a world that will remain unknown to me.
And they are:
Jessie
Charlene
Victoria and Shirley
Belva
Elaine
Carol ‘n Patsy and
Cynthia McKinney
And who can forget Joan Jett Blakk the black Drag Queen
Because Despite what the winners want you to think WE do not look like James Buchanan!
Warren Harding!
John Taylor and all the other men who have persisted to reign.
And still, we sit here and watch as all other make strides in the field we claim to have created.
Brazil
Germany
India
Israel
Iceland
Ireland
Liberia
Norway
Pakistan
The Philippines
Sri Lanka
South Korea
And the UK
I hope I live long enough to see America rise to the silent challenge of its peers.
To see a woman at the podium
To see a woman at the desk.
To see
The black woman
The trans woman
The bisexual woman
The old woman
The unmarried, unmothered woman
The minority woman
The asexual woman
The not so average American woman woman.
The bleeding woman.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
5 words
Missouri
Mississippi
Illinois
River
Junction
Stealth
Lil Bethleham
600k Different hands
1 way in
1 way out
New Brussels
Manhattan Project
Chuuuch
15 million munition
Billions on billions of Rounds
Deja Vu
Free Me From My Chains
King Earth
The 1 Blood
Z
Z
Z
Jolie
June
Jade
Jessie
Cage
Guage
Wayne
Britton
Brightly
Bobby
Whittney
Lisa
Tiffany
George
Lona
Dave
Marvin
Wade
Jusseipty
Josephine
Raymond
Charlene
Cora
Ramone
Franky
Leo
Kim
Q
P
T
G
Jeffereson
Nelly
...
Nuff said
...
Pull up your 120ft yacht
Wait
Youll be the only 1
#1 Why?
Jul 18, 2024
Jul 18, 2024 at 10:55 PM UTC