Best Charles Poems

New never is...  
	(Charles Wood)
	
	
	
	We are but voyeurs, 
	peering through the iris 
	of the painter’s eye’s recording 
	details of a scene 
	not meant for sharing, 
	when wealth and power 
	are kith and kin 
	of the common man, 
	and rank hath neither 
	meaning nor memory...

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A humble man is what I am before you.
You see, I am not worthy to say…
“Sir, may I have your daughter’s hand,
But please yield to your wife’s pleas:
Calm down a while as I explain what’s deep in my heart.
Why deprive your daughter of a possible...

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Charles Bukowski ate my girlfriend
He started with her head
Fiddled with her like finger food
Putty in his hands

Charles Bukowski took my girlfriend 
Slapped her hard upside the face
Now she likes it dirty
So this poets been replaced

I'd like to say so long Charlie
As far as I'm concerned
You...

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Charles, Prince of Wales
Subject of many tall tales
Married a Lady of nobility
But their union had instability

Lady Diana Spencer
Was a kindness dispenser
Questions arose about how she died
Was there something the royal family tried to hide?...

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Yesterday I swear I saw Charles Dickens
His quaint style today would take a lickin' --
   So he's changed up the Dodger
   Now he's the 'Artful Todger' --
He whips it out ~ the plot really thickens...

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We are ashamed, sir dear
We are ashamed.

Neither the earth glistened 
In the ray of good time, 
Nor we are still
In the way of good time.

Pen is serving, not right
But the mighty lord, 
Kneeling bowing bending, 
Instead of superseding sword.

Nations still quarrel
To prove them stronger.
Men are...

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Listen up, folks, 'cause here's my confession,
I ain't one for modesty or discretion.
I'll tell you straight, without any delay,
What I truly adore, come what may.

It's hedonistic pleasure that I seek,
With every passion that I choose to peak.
I push the limits, go beyond the light,
And sometimes...

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(Charles II after the battle of Worcester, 1651)

They spur their horses from the bloody field, 
the battle lost – a story old as time –  
the King in flight, his kingdom’s fate is sealed
in common soil. And still the church-bells chime.

They spur their horses...

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they peel back my skin
like old wallpaper,
the stink rising
as the organs, bruised and bloated,
spill out like forgotten secrets.

the saw hums,
cutting through bone like butter,
the ribs cracking open
to a cold, fluorescent light
that never flinches.

the heart, heavy, useless now,
is weighed and tossed aside,
just another lump of meat
in...

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Charles Darwin
was a margin
off his rocker when he, ashamedly,
got caught swinging from a tree....

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Here we have in this 119th Psalm
the psalmist speaks of avoiding sin
so that reality knows obedience fully
when the living word is meditated in

Be careful to avoid every sin filled trap
having reverence for God's holy word
achieves for believers a deep respect
any other view is totally absurd

If...

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Spring
by Charles d'Orleans (c.1394-1465)
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Young lovers,
greeting the spring
fling themselves downhill,
making cobblestones ring
with their wild leaps and arcs,
like ecstatic sparks
struck from coal.

What is their brazen goal?

They grab at whatever passes,
so we can only hazard guesses.
But they rear like prancing steeds
raked by brilliant...

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A dusk, a glazed verandah, it's just rained,
a smell of lilac, earthworms and wet earth,
an awkward silence - the confusion chained
my tongue: “What if she’ll laugh at? Is it worth?”
A glass of wine casts the vermilion shade
over a tablecloth, a rocking chair
sways quietly, its oscillations...

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The curse, the lethargy, 
conceived out of wedlock Dawn and Day, 
the mother-in-law of the race of the Ogres,
the tub filled with toads, vipers and snakes,
the cohabitant who always stays out -
here's a partial list of the problems 
that await the true princesses,
whereas a dreamless...

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the keys stick when I type,
the ink smudges on cheap paper,
there’s an old man in the corner
laughing through his dentures at my words.
he knows, I know—
it’s all garbage,
all of it.

writing the same worn-out lines,
spinning circles around rent checks
that will barely clear.
this morning, the phone rang,
and...

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