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The Deamon Faire

The Deamon Faire
The Deamon Faire
a paroday of a novel
the awful ugly was moving slightly impaired in the fire was slowing it down
it was the deamon faire come to the home
the little child asleep in the hay
the pussy willow cat came to catch the deamon faire
she crept near the crypt
the deamon faire lumbered near the mill
the mill was turning wheel almost captured pussy willows tale
she sounded like a deamon cat all wound upp and upp too bat
indeed the deamon faire looked like a hairy bat in a suit with the tie
the cat pounced at the deamon faire and missed the splash was a wet pussy 
willow cat
she hissed the deamon faire sounded just like this
a long burning howl pulled over a wool scarf then turned into a screech
the outreach tried to reach the scene of the crime was an old pond milling and 
lumbering and long
overgrown ivy trailing
meandering overblown moss
the author was right up to this point and then she lost her train of thought the 
end of the book never tells us exactly what happened to the
The Deamon Faire
ed,note,ed
did you read Faire as FAIR  or FAIRY oh what a Happy Birthday Paroday
a real live dead poet charlax poetry poem

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Mermaids Heart

Mermaid Heart 

Mermaid on the moon: 
come see me soon. 
I am fading in the night, 
losing my light, 
I am torn in two pieces; 
one of them is ewe. 
Heart,a mermaids heart, 
is the only 
word---that i have been 
able, 
softly spoken, 
to find---to utilize, 
in the water, 
where my mermaid swims. 
Which one word (heart) 
my heart 
spoken in love 
comes even close 
close to the love 
written in the 
Heart of ewe, 
Woman in the foamy waves 
swimming near to me, 
my love it comes. 
It is a heart, 
a mermaids heart.

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Proempoem

Proempoem 
Proempoem

CharlaXFabels

Beginners Luck

Tatterdemalion

SeventyF

 Over 1000 poems and now seventy eye have been searching for a definition of 
mye stYle
a rendition if you will of a different simpler time
a fabel maker a story teller not just a robot

You have a unique voice, like natural speaking.

this was given me today at your website
thank you very many fables made in a certain style of accomplishment 
the proctor and the related at my home planet were elated and they did not sleep 
last nite in anticipation of this antiquation to be delivered by the eye this old 
fashioned smith and Wesson oiled typewriter is so old it makes a dot between 
each word thank GOD it does not translate to the pages but the missing pieces 
of the spacecraft have now been found and tagged. The people of this  village 
think that eye am just old homeless and so eye can carry on surveillance of the 
public eye become a new Jim Dandy very handy with a pen and with a keyboard 
flowing thoughts upon the word a document of sponging taking all eye have to 
give her she gives something in return she keeps almost every word and turns 
the pages in my future book with just a look in my direction and a genuflection 
and a big reminisce The Lifer he is so avid of a fan a clear cut game boy game 
man he roots for roots and never makes a mental happy statement he is so self 
centered the quarter back is sacked and carried off the field and his sarcastic 
friend says He died he up and died just to see what the LIFER will now say and 
this is what the Lifer says about the dead quarterback. He just can’t do that he 
can’t do this to me we have a third quarter coming up the ball is stuck in 
centerfield without the quarterback to carry it to third base then we aer ruined he 
just can’t do this unto me and while he blubbers while he cries his friend moves 
away just out of sight and he the friend is now muttering this thought so dumb 
eye did not knoe that my friend JOE was so dang dumb as to confuse the game 
of hockey with baseball no its football with a quarterback not hockey what is 
wrong with me I’m almost bad as him eye had way too many beers today please 
take me to the gym and let me play with tying socks in knots and slamming 
locker doors before the next quarter comes and they carry one more quarter back 
away. Joe is so dang dumb.

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Elocution

ELocution 
ELocution 
 
Diction ENglish grammer proper nouns predicates verbs learn the way the language 
works then grow up to be a poet and throw it all away today to make new words to 
make poems bleed to make the rhymes the prose doth need. Shakespeare is an 
affluance. He rubbed off some on my purple prose. O God! how wonderful are Thy 
works! Thou makest the rotting log to nourish banks of violets, and from the 
stagnant pool at Thy word springs forth the lotus that covers all with fragrance and 
beauty! Sonnet #3,000,745,001 OH LORDy 
OH LORDy, howe wondrous is thy working beauty. Thou doth makest the rott sprout 
violets from olden logg on water bank nearest stagnant pool whilst at Thy WORD the 
lotus springeth forthwith to cover over all the smelling salts nearest hand to hold in 
cuppboard bare the bone for elbert Hubbard gone. Hark the light from yonder glaring 
glen forsook the frames the lenses now opaqued. Blind to world of beauty winter 
paints a white mistaken ache in me. Amid the bones of whited elephaunt skunks 
rome near me to harken when the crow calls daybeak come. Caw the raven quoth. 
God forbode a man, that an Englaisman should tell or act a lie, neithor the Son of 
GOD my Jesus, that He should feel repentance or compunction [for what his Father 
has promised].  Has He sayeth, and shall He not say on?  Or has He spoken and shall 
He not make it gooder. Oh LORDy. For the reasoneth He stays upon His bethroned 
placement is quite evident for iff GOD were to walk the Earth as a mere man in sight 
of all this assembled Heathorns even for just one day twold make us all so jealous of 
the miricles in the clay. For Jesus could open up his hand wiht a plott of dirty clay 
and make a violet blooming say. Oh Lordy.

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Internet Poem

Internet Poem 
Internet poem 
Hypertext transfer protocol overview is a private agreement. 
Hypertext transfer protocol overview is a public specification. 
Deleted and unread messages kept can never be folded or bent. 
Inbox material is a different animal usually just work or notion. 
This internet  poem is approved for usage use of the world wide web do not 
abuse it or step too hard upon it the thing is made of unwinding never crinkle 
paper this paper is not forever but very close enough to last me in the latter days 
of sun. 
The end of time as we have known it has become. 
The monster is the beast and the beast is you.

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133

133 
133 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 
ListZapper 
 
Http:www.listzapper.com/free 
 
 There is so many inventions being worked on it is not surprising to the mee the 
eye to see a listzapper being developed at least in some Chinese factory. Add it 
on the computer next to the inversion control next to the hypertext transferor near 
the over stimulated granule hardware where the windows refresher is at. The 
internet picture convertor was the newest completed inventory. Now there is a 
need for the minds at MIT to make the eye a way to zap a list without doing the 
separated items just one more at a time. The items are usually removed by right 
click one at a time. The listzapper would be the answer to this modulated 
problem just hit the link once to the linkzapper then hit the first item in the list 
instead of just that one item open the linkzapper gets them all each and every 
one of them all in a row even iff there is 1001 of them all told. The information 
scrambles into the hardware forms a list again at the other end and becomes a 
new worded document again. Then hit the zapperlist@ the newest test of time 
the list is saved into the single files. The need to spend more hours at the board 
is gone the keys we need are now limited to only two or even one. Just make a 
giant button in the middle of my keyboard so eye can hit the linkzapper and then 
upload the zapperlist my work would thus be finished the need for typing gone 
the hours that we spend inside the lieberry can be used for having fun…visit 
www.zapperlist.com

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Little Black Sambo

Little Black Sambo 
Dance Sambo Dance! 
You knoe you are a pancake! 
The little black sambo ran around the tigers, 
until they blended into batter. 
Ewe see it does it matters. 
Dance Sambo Dance! 
You knoe you are a pancake! 
If you even make just one mistake, 
the tigers they will eat you. 
Dance Sambo Dance! 
You knoe you are a pancake! 
Unless you can out race them, 
the tigers are so fast. 
We would rather that you eat them. 
Dance Sambo Dance! 
Prance and add the butter to the better batter there. 
What could also be much better so much neater. 
Dance Sambo Dance! 
The tigers are just pancakes.Sambo is the eater. 
Sambo Danced.

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Old Beans

OLD BEANS 

Differences make strang bedfellows ewe listen to the mee old bean old bean 
rhymes with caviar behind the bar the windows closed the lights are low no one 
is bandying about the place just mee and ewe and no disgrace in love and 
kisses sweeter two of them are mine one of them for ewe so sweetly planted by 
the ewe on hands so roughened by the tasks of mee and used just to survive for 
ewe the one eye have for ewe is Christmas wine so sweetly given and will last a 
Christmas missing as eye rhyme a thought for ewe 
OLD BEANS 
Green Bean Old Bean Old Man 
Lima Bean Young Bean Old Woman 
Can beans Gone Beans Young Love 
Love Beans Kiss Beans We Beans 
Heart Beans Heart Beans Love 
This is Christmas Poem for my Flower done. 
 
           
 
 
 OLD BEANS

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On the Beam To Oberon

On the BEAM to OBERON       
On the BEAM to OBERON 
 
Chapter 22 CHEPH111 
 

 


Charlockandroidone7 listed the crew members nammes 

MarYlin Mist: she was the captain and the pilot of the "Amaryllis Two" 

STOKKER: He is a MECH a human mechanic and the co-pilot. 

IOLA MATRON: She is patterned after love. 

Falcon Lady: a yerd woman she is extra crew member. 

Martian BOY: He was on MARS living in the caverns. 

The Miner: He walked with a left limp: he smiles a left side smile. 

The miner stowed his gear and tried to smile at the charlax android 

The CHARLOCKandroidone7 just nodded his head and laughed The Miner was 
so surprised. 

That's the CHARLAX android he was too short to be of any use so they sent me 
to finish the mission 

I'm much taller than that Japanese freak. He was a Honda motor in an English 
world. 

The Miner was satisfied then that the android was intelligent.When the stokker 
damps this thing again we leave at hypertext speed to OBERON THREE and 
then we will shuttlebeam on the FASTERTHANLIGHT@ and take in all the sites 
on CHEPH111 the third planet from the sun of the OBERON system. We will 
leave the MISTY WAY and be in HYPERNATION space for almost 300 earth years 
but do not worry MINER the affects and defects of a hypertext transfer do not effect 
humans and how was YOUR week gentle reader? 
  
           
  
  
 On the BEAM to OBERON

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Valentinesday

ValentinesDay 
ValentinesDay 

 
 
A Massacre 
 
 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 
FortyEighth 
 Valentines Saint Massacre Day was in Chicago the man played them a tune on 
his fiddle. The Aftermath The newspapers instantly picked up on the crime, 
dubbing it the "St. Valentine's Day Massacre." The story appeared on front pages 
around the country, making Capone a nationwide celebrity. While Capone 
seemed to revel in his new fame, he also had to deal with the new level of 
attention from federal law enforcement officials. Capone is sitting by his 
swimming pool catching his non existent fish and he begins to reminisce this is 
Capone speaking now "The boys missed MORAN it was a terrible thing" The 
spaghetti was gotten cold and now the fish that eye find will have to do to feed the 
diseases in my mind eye the Capone knoe that now eye am just dying of all the 
real good times. Alphonse "Al" Capone was one of the most famous U.S. 
gangsters during the 1930s, a Chicago-based boss involved in illegal gambling, 
bootlegging (illegal alcohol) and prostitution. Capone got his start in New York, 
working as a thug and bouncer (where he got the three scars that spawned his 
nickname, "Scarface").Al Capone spent the last year of his Alcatraz sentence, 
which had been reduced to six years and five months for a combination of good 
behavior and work credits, in the hospital section being treated for syphilis. He 
was released in November of 1939 and taken to a hospital in Baltimore where 
he was treated until March of 1940. For his remaining years, Capone slowly 
deteriorated while staying at his Palm Island estate in Miami. On January 25, 
1947, he died of cardiac arrest. Eye saw a stranger carry love in his right hand 
today he carried his love in his hand a bunch of flowers in a wrapper for a vase 
and eye thought of Al Capone disgraced. Eye can still remember the movie how 
he bit the punk's ear in Jail to make him think that he got sick too. The only thing 
worse than that is to lay in a blanket that has been stolen many times. On 
another of his movies the floozie was in bed asking him if he liked it too of course 
they was talking about manicures. He made the Chicken if he made creation 
was it the full blown bird or just the egg it would make no difference to that 
Chicken only to the education evolution. A small reference to the Jesus how can 
anyone still please him. There is a marker on ALS grave My Jesus Mercy.