"charley" poems
And how sweet a story it is
When you hear Charley Parker
tell it,
Either on records or at sessions,
Or at offical bits in clubs,
Shots in the arm for the wallet,
Gleefully he Whistled the
perfect
horn
Anyhow, made no difference.
Charley Parker, forgive me-
Forgive me for not answering your eyes-
For not having made in indication
Of that which you can devise-
Charley Parker, pray for me-
Pray for me and everybody
In the Nirvanas of your brain
Where you hide, indulgent and huge,
No longer Charley Parker
But the secret unsayable name
That carries with it merit
Not to be measured from here
To up, down, east, or west-
-Charley Parker, lay the bane,
off me, and every body
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"Tout aux tavernes et aux filles."
Suppose you screeve? or go cheap-jack?
Or fake the broads? or fig a nag?
Or thimble-rig? or knap a yack?
Or pitch a snide? or smash a rag?
Suppose you duff? or nose and lag?
Or get the straight, and land your ***
How do you melt the multy swag?
***** and the blowens cop the lot.
Fiddle, or fence, or mace, or mack;
Or moskeneer, or flash the drag;
Dead-lurk a crib, or do a crack;
Pad with a slang, or chuck a ***
Bonnet, or tout, or mump and gag;
Rattle the tats, or mark the spot;
You can not bank a single stag;
***** and the blowens cop the lot.
Suppose you try a different tack,
And on the square you flash your flag?
At penny-a-lining make your whack,
Or with the mummers mug and gag?
For nix, for nix the dibbs you bag!
At any graft, no matter what,
Your merry goblins soon stravag:
***** and the blowens cop the lot.
THE MORAL
It's up the spout and Charley Wag
With wipes and tickers and what not.
Until the squeezer nips your scrag,
***** and the blowens cop the lot.
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"Hello,"
said Charley,
the elder of the two.
"You may wonder
what I am doing
in your lavatory."
"Oh, there you are,"
said the younger
"I wondered how
you had left
so quickly."
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 12:21 AM UTC
by
rgpage
I never cried in viet nam,
I just seemed to take it in.
The missing limbs and twisted flesh
friends one day and gone the next.
Was I too young to understand?
And need someone to take my hand?
No mother there to hold my hand
no father there to teach me ways.
To lead me through the day by days.
Just left alone, and alone I stayed
Instead I found my bottle friend
to stay my tears and hide my fears.
Back then “charley” felt they owned the night.
With blusterous thud the mortars hit,
Of saying hi it was “charley’s” way
then to be my friend by day.
From no where came the dragon ship,
and tipping his left wing
as a polite executioner saluting his victim just before unleashing hell.
W/ firery tongue lapping up the earth while mini-guns
roared, eagerly devouring all living things,
leaving “charley” w/ no where to run.
All clear, a small visit w/ my bottle friend
and back to sleep in the alcohol deep.
I was no John Wayne, I didn’t fight the war
a target yes for “charley’s” sights
when the sun gave way to night.
But no, I didn’t fight.
I never cried glossary:
Charley=VC=viet cong=enemy: by day he acted like any of the population, some were even employed around the various bases. But at sundown he would turn…
Dragonship=C-47=2 or 3 several barreled mini-guns mounted on left side of the plane capable of firing a few 1000 rounds per minute each w/ a phosphorous round placed at every 6th round a tracer. At night this made it look like a steady stream of fire coming from the plane, hence the name “dragon ship” or “puff the magic dragon.” To aim the pilot had to dip his left wing and fly in a counter clock wise fashion. Very effective weapon…
Written for a special friend A.S.
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
Salvador Dali
Rode a Harley-Davidson
All the way from Bali
To Abu Dhabi
With Charley the Cat
Riding pillion.
Said Charley to Dali
All weathered and gnarly
I get quite incensed
By children's lack of road sense.
When I get back to Britain
I think I'll start
A Road Safety Campaign.
Good idea
Said Dali
To Charley
Who replied
Thanks a million.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
Charley Bob is a "walker".
He walks the roads and avenues where I live.
He doesn't appear to have a job, he just walks.....every day.
He use to walk with his zipper down
and with flacid ***** in hand proudly display himself to all who drove by,
but that embarrassed many
and they made him put his security blanket away.
Now he just grabs his crotch like the gangstas downtown.
Sorry Charley.
Every town has a "walker",
some have several.
You've seen them.
They walk the streets, lost in their own little worlds.
They look the same as they did 20 years ago.
There's the lady with nary a tooth in her head,
her ankle length skirt and her Pentecostal hairdo (PHD).
They say for 50 bucks she'll let you know why she has no teeth.
She's a "working girl walker", but she is still a "walker".
Once I was walking downtown,
and as I passed her she angrily mumbled something to me, all lips and gums,
"Muver Phucker", she said.
I don't even know her,
but she was as angry with me as if we were the best of friends.
Some "walkers" talk to themselves,
some answer themselves,
some stop and turn and scream out profundities to no-one,
or someone,
it's a matter of perspective.
It's like some shrink somewhere
gave them a prescription for their mental disorder,
walk 20 miles and see me in the morning.
Charley Bob is the best though.
I swear you can see him at 10am,
and by 5 he is still
slowly
making his way
back
from where
he went to.
I wonder what makes him turn and go home.
Charley Bob is a "walker".
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
Let me tell you a bit about me
A bit that I haven’t told anyone
Here goes nothing…
I listen to Lady Gaga
A lot
The smell of whiskey doesn’t burn my nose
Rather it smells familiar, similar to maple syrup
I love to dance a lot when no one is looking
And really provocatively
I doubt my ability
Yet fear my potential
I kissed a boy in first grade
But don’t know why I have literally hid this all my life
The book “Charley and the Chocolate Factory” changed me
And I never like chocolate until this year
I am afraid of dogs
I grew up with dogs all of my life
I really dislike my arms from the elbow up
But play off my flannel shirts and hoodies as a fashion statement
I bite my nails but not nervously
Rather because nail clippers make my nails feel weird
I watch ****
No one really admits that one but most of us do
I love not washing my hair
But I hate going out in public that way
I love most people but pretend I don’t
It’s easier that way
I love the feeling of crumbling sheet rock
Especially if it is wet
I have cussed since I was probably 7…
I think I cuss less now than I did in fifth grade
I generally admire those farthest from me
They are what I’ll never be
I could see myself as president
But just as easily a stripper
I have to try really hard not to cry when I think of my childhood
Especially young memories
I have tweezed my eye brows
And my toes
I have worn makeup while no one was home
Mainly just to try it
I love eating raw sugar
Especially chewing it
I am pretty sure I was delusional as a child
But sometimes I feel like either I wasn’t or I still am
I don’t feel like people ever really know me
Especially my family
There is a chunk of me
Please don’t waste it
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
The little brown diary lay on
Doan's chest its final restingplace.
Operation Indiana. Quong Nai province.
NVA guerrila. ****** smoke and sticky fire.
VC local yokals
Dipping pungi sticks for effect.
Hochi minh trickle trail.tunnel citties
Criscrossing our lines. Bouncing betty saying high
To your pecker.
The pictures in his dairy makes him. Human
Against my will. Hard I just killed their father.
Two grown women now with an open question
Relentless and tough. Cunning and rugged.
The diary looks back at me the blood
Splatter gives it a face that weeps
And sneers
the answer lies
Back there.
Close the circle
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 12:34 AM UTC
***** charley
was the name of our high
school mascot
back in the early 1930's
we was a bunch of german kids
we loved adolph ******
--
after the war
i became a used-car dealer
in peoria
--
my wife died
my kids went to college
--
the grand children are
"out there"
----somewhere
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 1:19 PM UTC
Expectation
We bow to our gods
Our demigods
Take sides
Give credit where we think
Credit's due
***** at the other
An exercise in hope
Despair, disgust
An act of rebellion
Worship, boredom
A little entertainment
Perhaps
Oh Holy Night is blasting
But it's business as usual
What did we expect?
The Donald's having another
Rad hair day
Merc is mixing up yet another shot
In the arm of the unsuspecting ignorant
Monsanto's engineering one more
Pernicious stew for dinner
World War Three pending
At Arm's Dealers Inc
A trader goes Kachung
A raven drops his doodoo
Really
What did we expect?
Shiny stilettos go clack clack
A homeless man shivers in the rain
The guy on the bike gives ya the finger
Grandma turns on and drops out
Can ya blame her?
Another heart-breaking day
For the broken
A little goodwill
For the willing
Martin Lawrence sneezes
And we can't help ourselves
Hilarious
Charley Sheen loses his knickers
In repeat spin
Another bad news nugget
For the rag-mags
What did he expect?
The jingle bells jingle
It's tinsel time again
The gift can go bye bye in the mayhem
In this the season of high expectation
It's good to have less expectation
To worry less, to feel more
Share
See what happens
Expect a miracle
or
Expect nothing
The gift
Ah the gift
The present
Presence
That is all
What did I expect?
2015 for the present
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC
If I were a writer
I’d actively seek
A mild patina
A mad mystique
I’d write about death
As something good
I’d sign my name
Edgar Allen Atwood
If I were a writer
There’d be Tom and Huck
A great big world
That didn’t give a ****
Bout the little guy
Floating down the main
And I’d call myself
Charley Dickens Twain
If I was a writer
I’d have a golden plume
I’d write about
That day of doom
I’d write about
Laughing at fear
And I’d call myself
Mordecai Shakespeare
If I was a writer
And I had a page
I’d write about
The good old days
‘Bout what I’d ‘ve done
On a day with you
And I’d sign my name
And I’d sign yours too
Aug 3, 2011
Aug 3, 2011 at 7:51 PM UTC
^+^
<+!+>
~•~
\ /
Two a my very best friends just got married !!
MR MANURE ! ....... He married his long time
girl friend --- ******** CHARLEY
(yep --- that is her name !)
It was a grand wedding I gotta say
BUT
More importantly
Ain't nobody knows them don't think a them as special
As MAGIC !
What their love is their lives shall be !
It is so great to known them and to to be part of
what they shall create !
Hail to thee -- MR MANURE !!
&
I'll love you forever --- ******** CHARLEY !
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
Walking with the weekly dregs, of soup cans, tomatoes, & cauliflower,
Passing the empty stares, vacant looks and rude remarks,
It must be Halloween, look at all the Zombies, please no treats,
or tricks,
I have joined the masses,
My cart has a broken wheel and constantly shifts to the left
Pressure to the Right, no back to the Left,
The 200lb's of cat litter doesn’t help,
Beware of The “Cat Lady”, Yes, I have become The “Cat Man”
Just as Crazy,
Listening “Sir could you tell me where I can find the lower sodium Gefilte fish”? did I even spell Gefilte right?
Aisle 10 next to the Tuna
And then it happens! Crash, (I wasn’t looking, I wanted to see if Sorry Charley was really next to Gefilte) right into the luxury cart, parked in my space,
I was ready to give my mean, meaningless I’m sorry I’ve become the one person I feared as a child The grumpy old man.
I look up and my breathing stop, she captured me with her lovely face
I was sent reeling to a distant romantic time & place, centuries ago
Did she drift slightly towards me? Or was it just my imagination,
Did our eyes hold each other in an embrace? Or was it just my imagination
Did she see the poet in my heart?, Or was it just my imagination
Was there anything at all?, Or is it my imagination.
Either way my heart is closed and youthful energy gone,
I gave a soft I’m sorry lowered my eyes and walked away,
Scowled a couple of brats, get out of the way,
**** cart shifts to the left,
I had to look back, I caught a glimpse,
of a single teardrop running down her cheek,
or was it just my Imagination
Firewalker
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
AS DEW IN APRYLLE
It is as if
he has fallen
from the end of
the 15th century
into this
present day.
A Friday as it
happens.
And falling from
century to century
he has lost weight
the flesh fallen from him
so that
Simon Sadd
(“Sadd by name…sadd by nature!”)
arrives at this
particular now
nothing but
a bag of bones
with a skin
that no longer fits him.
As if…as if
he had once been a fat man
and Time had
thinned him…tamed him.
And so it is
I bathe him
sing songs for him
recite for him
carols, poems, hymns
anything
that lets him escape
even for a moment
this nursing home.
My voice carries him
back to his Norfolk childhood
where his mother
bathes him
on some forgotten Friday
in the once upon a time.
Soap stings his eyes
then and now.
“Moder ‘ud give us
such a ding on the lug.”
He laughs as if
she were there.
“Cor blarst me...stop yer blarin!
Such a sharmin’!”
he scolds himself
with her voice.
Then she’d hush me with…
“I SYNG OF A MAYDEN”
“I syng of a mayden
þat is makeles,
kyng of alle kynges
to here sone che ches.”
I finish it for him.
“My heart alive…how does
a yung feller like you…no dat!”
“He came also stylle
þer his moder was
as dew in aprylle,
þat fallyt on þe gras.”
“You must have high learnin’
bor!”
He, for his part,
creates a world of words.
I enter entranced
into his voice
where a ladybird
transforms itself into
a bishy barneybee!
A woodlouse
becomes a Charley pig.
A jasper
is a wasp.
“Ahhh look a King Harry
by the Lady’s smock!”
And when I look
the goldfinch has
already flown away
into the lost years.
The Canterberry Bells
still…so still
“…as dew in Aprylle.”
His mind a “bishy bishy
barneybee…”
“When will yer weddin’ be?
he says softly to himself
“If it be a ‘marra day..."
I towel him dry.
“Tairk yer wings an’
floi away!”
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
she doesn’t like to be too uncomfortable,no she doesn’t like to be too uncomfortable, no she doesn' t like to be uncomfortable
Charley Genever
Πλησίασε το καράβι στα ρηχά /μικρό, χαρούμενο
Η θάλασσα έγινε όπως τότε/ με Οδυσσέα και του άλλους
Ιθάκη, το νησί της προσμονής/της τύφλωσης
Το βλέπω το λαμπάκι στην ξύλινη κολώνα/
Μη με ρωτάς αν θέλω να έρθει/ ο ένας και μοναδικός/
Φτάνει/ας μείνουν άχτιστα τα σπίτια
Για θιάσους περαστικούς /το νερό λίγο και γλυφό\
Δεν έχω αυτιά για τα τραγούδια σου/
Πες μου για τον κόσμο που αγάπησα/ αν θα ξαναδώ
Εκείνη την παντοτινή ώρα/ που μπορείς να θυσιάσεις
Τον λόγο/ τον χρόνο/ την ίαση/ την ομορφιά / το πεπρωμένο/
Όταν βρέχει ακούω μόνο ότι πρέπει
Και το βουνό καθυστερεί τον ερχομό του ήλιου/ το χειμώνα
Όπως τα δένδρα ξεχειμωνιάζουν γέρνοντας/ έτσι και εγώ
Βυθίζομαι αντάρα με αντάρα/ το κορμί σε μοναστήρι άσκεπο
Δεν φτάνει το φως μέχρι εδώ / ούτε του ήλιου/ ούτε το φεγγάρι
Δεν φτάνει μέχρι εδώ /ούτε το όνειρο που έπλασες
Δεν φτάνει ούτε η φωνή / που μυρμηγκιάζει στον λαιμό
Μίχλα παντού/ και εκεί / το τέλος του δρόμου
©Mαρία Πανούτσου Ανέκδοτη Συλλογή
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
( ^^^ )
~< >~
~< ( ) >~
( )
( )
/-----\
it's just ole Charlie
Ya know ?
The old ****
• •
In the old garage
The antique queer AMERICAN
Lies there
////
He's weird !
He says he remembers when
Something called Children was here
/::/
Yeah
Ole **** charley is all
• •
Thru the rain and the hail
Of bullets on the street
Ole **** Charlie
He's still here
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
Two ***** Slam Her Slutty Throat
As Alt **** Kat Monroe Slobbers
& Gags On ***** the newest wannabe
superstar hood-rat throat destroyed,
Charley Chase throat ****** roughly;
Lyla Storm used as **** meat pukes
on 2 ***** [new) 2 news guys throat
**** Asian **** **** Jeanna Silk...
new first timer Jeanna Silks throated;
Ashely Luvbug's throat & *****
****** hard; **** **** Martina
throat used & degraded;
new puke ***** Sade Sparx
back to back w/
19 year old ***** Sephora
degraded by ***** *** **** Vannah Sterling
creamed after rough **** & throat
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
Charley had deep brown eyes,
a beautiful smile
and long strands of hair
that framed his head.
He was once happy,
but now he felt sorrow
with every emotion.
He was trully unhappy.
The cold and fearsome grip of death
finally got hold
of his young soul
And he gladly let escape one last living breath.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
( ) # ( )
) (
••••••
===
I'll call you Frank
You call me Charley
.//.
got it !
NOW TRY TO BLEND IN !
/////
human beings in an Alien World
////
FER CHRIST'S SAKE !
JUST FIND SOMEBODY AND LOVE THEM !
WITHOUT THE CONSTANT MELODRAMA !
ITS KILLING EVERYONE !
•
•
( really )
Don't ya know what's happening ?
Don't ya know what's going on !
( I mean
------- really ? )
/./
So
I'll call you Frank
You call me Charley
Ya got it !
WE UNDERCOVER NOW !
/::/
We undercover now so try to blend in
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC