Best Charlie Poems
Translation below (in progress)
Celui qui n'a pas de cœur
Ne doit jamais reposer en paix
He who has no heart
Will never rest in peace
J’étais Charlie
De ma tombe
Mon âme pleure encore rouge
L’encre coule encore
Arrosage des fleurs ci-dessus
Les fleurs, fortes et belles
Elles doivent étouffer vos manières diaboliques
J'étais Charlie, je suis Charlie, Charlie toujours
Dans ma tombe
je ris
vous perdez
I was Charlie
In my tomb
my soul still cries red
the ink still flows
Above the flowers grow
the flowers strong and beautiful
they shall choke your evil ways
I was Charlie, I am Charlie, Charlie forever
In my grave
I laugh
You lose
Fall snow fall,
Over the moaning Paris’ ground,
Let your descending snowflakes a
Healing blanket for the city
To weave
And
Charlie’s slaughtered cartoonists
To enshroud!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 JANUARY 2015
PARIS (Reuters) - Twelve people including two police officers were killed in a shooting at the Paris offices of the satirical weekly Charlie Hebdo on Wednesday, a police spokesman said in an update on the death toll.
A Special Poem for Will Helppi
A really fat cat named Chunky Charlie
From a town called Licketysplit Corner
Was renowned for a very interesting talent
As a world famous circus performer
His extra poundage added to the spectacle
People thought it was really appealing
They giggled to see him jiggle while juggling
Six tennis balls as he was kneeling
A pretty little kitty called Cuddly Cathie
Winked at him while watching him juggle
So trying to concentrate on his performance
He found it to be quite a struggle
In fact, near the end of Charlie's performance
Balls flew off in every direction
One ended up in the lap of Cuddly Cathie
He approached her with a very red complexion
He stuttered and stammered trying to apologize
Her beauty made him literally tongue tied
Instead of an apology these words stumbled out
"Will you be my pretty kitty cat bride?"
Not a moment went by, Cuddle Cathie replied
"Yes oh yes, I'll be your blushing bride"
Dear Charlie could hardly contain his emotions
He was absolutely brimming with pride
The moral of this tale is really quite obvious
Perseverance pays off sooner or later
You should never give up when reaching for a star
The rewards will never be greater!
To thee I sing O’ muse of verse,
Of our world that the Gods do curse.
For what Gods are these who cruelly play,
Their wicked games, for which humans pay.
Not content with a world of joy & love
They spite us all from Olympus above.
To try us all & break our backs,
As this is drama their world lacks.
For even Achilles was to die,
Yet his name lives on as time goes by.
So let me sing to you of a Great man,
Who’s name too lives on, after his sands have ran.
Charlie his name a heart so pure,
Full of love & passion, & courage sure.
Strode in he did to save poor souls,
One loving lady & her three foals.
‘Tis true his anger at times did boil,
But his effort was not mere toil.
‘Coz though the fires sometimes burned,
He & the foals soon were learned,
That in peace & harmony, joyous times were had,
A man found proud to call Dad.
With he at their side those foals matured,
& They to his nature became inured.
His fair traits & wit passed down,
Championer of rights, humour of renown.
But alas the Gods were not appeased,
Their unending anger had not eased,
So Zeus sent down his violent bolt
& struck Charlie down, what was his fault?
Who knows but they I shall not dwell,
‘Tis but part of the story that I do tell.
For when he passed on & spirit released,
His body slowed & heart was ceased,
He left himself without a sound
& found himself to Olympus bound.
As he soared high like the dove
To the mount of the Gods high above,
He smiled to us all & sent a kiss
To all the people that he’ll miss.
& miss him back so we will,
That emptiness which we know can’t fill.
But hush your mourning & your sadness,
As he wished it show your gladness
That Charlie came & he all did touch,
Be thankful that we have that much.
So as I close this verse I do sing,
Aphrodite’s love & the fire Hephaestus does bring.
I say to thee be angry not at the Gods,
At Hera’s scheming & Zeus’s vile rods.
For they too bow to the fates,
Who plan our loves & plot our hates.
I thank thee all for your time,
For listening to my Ode to Charlie; my idle rhyme.
How I wish though, the outcome I could reverse,
I sing to thee, O’ muse of verse.
Charlie Brown got rocks
In his Halloween treat sack...
Snoopy made them friends
Open my eyes and say to myself
How am I feeling today
Most morning, myself says, “are you nuts!”
“It's too early, turn over I say!”
Going back to sleep ain't gonna happen
I'd just toss and turn and moan
So it's “up and at 'im”, the time is now
“Rise 'n shine, you lazy bones!”
Drag myself out from under the covers
Wipe the sleep from my peepers
On the way to the bathroom, walk into a wall
And down go my Charlie Brown sleepers
So there I stand in all my glory
My masculinity exposed to the world
It's really nothing to get too excited about
Don't forget I've reached 87 years old
But I finally manage to clear my head
Notice something's a little different
There's feeling of grass tickling my toes
In my stupor, outside I went
Imagine my horror as I stand there exposed
My Charlie Brown's down at my ankles
Oh well, don't have any secrets anymore
Still my “assets” create a big scandal
POTD
The Tramp Persona
Who was this boy, a pauper born?
Existing in despair and continual forlorn
Scandalized, accused of communist sympathies
Encompassing both adulation, and social controversies
Charlie Chaplin how can I take you seriously?
Chucklesome slapstick injecting tragedy
Awkward, little mime tugging at the heartstrings
A cathodic empathy he brings
of all those around him, a famous clown
A wiggled walk, a cane, a grin, a frown
The Great Dictator, as plain as black and white
In the struggles against misfortune, the tramp persona typified
A virtuoso kid he found at a hall by chance
A four-year-old child, he saw him dance
A gift he gave to us, a sharing alliance
The Tramp who mastered the power of silence
I was hardly aware of a crisis because we lived in a continual crisis; and, being a boy, I dismissed our troubles with gracious forgetfulness. —Charlie Chaplin, on his childhood
Marylin Monroe “She was a tramp.”
Without her contracts at 20th Century Fox and Columbia (which had both been dropped) who were hungry for denial and headlines. Instead, Marilyn said this:
“I was broke and needed the money.
Why deny it? Tom Kelly’s racy nudes of me
You can get one [a calendar] anyplace.
Besides, I’m not ashamed of it, I’ve done nothing wrong
I was a week behind on the rent and it’s here where I belong
I’d never have done it if I’d known things would happen so fast in Hollywood for me.”
Her candor and honesty charmed everybody
You have this sense of having met a wounded little canary not a peacock. Only when you pick it up in your hand to comfort it … beneath the wounds, vulnerability, and innocence, you find raw strength, and a big heart—I Am Anaya
Lady And The Tramp
A warm and loving story
For dog lovers, in the sense of humor
A carefully nurtured cocker spaniel, Lady
Born in New York City a Baby boomer
Natural beauty overwhelming, a pedigree no vamp
And a rakish, debonair, freedom-loving wanderer
of a dog who wares no man's collar, Tramp
Little Charlie was a seven year old who was picked on in school because of his
height. Some of the kids would poke fun at him and call him Shorty Charlie. His buddy Brian would always tell the bullies to knock it off. Charlie always felt awkward because Brian would always come to his rescue and he himself wanted to stand up to the Bullies... Charlie lacked confidence and he dreamed for the day of getting even with them. Bobby the Bully had it in for him. Charlie couldn't wait for Halloween because he was going to dress up like a Superhero Superman and walk on stilts and be tall and Powerful and get even with Bobby and his accomplices. He thought that's what he must do to stop them from bullying him. He couldn't wait for Halloween. Halloween had finally arrived and Charlie and Brian headed out together as best friends Trick Or Treating. Then afterwards to a School Halloween Party.
The Night was Erie as the Full Moon shined,
as Little Charlie had one thing on his mind.
The two boys headed into the dark of the Night.
Tired of being made fun of. He was going to
do what was right.
Walking as Superman with stilts on his feet.
Gave him confidence to win and achieve.
His poor little feet hurt as he walked on those stilts.
He had to endure because of his strong will.
Brian said to Charlie, "You don't have to do this."
Charlie replied, "Thanks Brian, but I'm not a sis."
Just when he said this he looked up to see.
It was Bobby the Bully getting a Treat.
He knew it was him from the sound of his voice.
As he shook inside to confront this bad boy.
He got scared for a moment, as he was going to confront.
Then approached him like he had never done.
Like Superman he asked Bobby "Do you know who this is?"
Bobby had a puzzled demeanor, and asked, "Who is This?"
" I am Superman to you." Charlie replied,
and landed a punch to Bobby's right eye.
Bobby fell to the ground and started to cry.
Charlie took his stilts and mask off, and asked,
"Are you all right?!"
When Bobby saw who it was, he said," Is that you Charlie?"
Charlie responded, " I am Superman to you, Bobby."
Michael Tor
A few big Baracudas one day
had assaulted some fish “schools” at play.
Many fish bravely fought.
The most famous did not.
Charlie Tuna sped quickly away.
Charlie Tuna had been cowardly,
so the other fish asked him why he
swam away from the brawl.
“Don’t you know – after all -
I’m the chicken,” said he, “of the sea!”
July 31, 2019
For Tania Kitchin's Two Sea Themed Limericks Poetry Contest
(Same number of syllables in respective lines of both poems: 9/9/6/6/9)
We know he's up in heaven- Charlie Cat-
a sweeter pet than he- could never be.
My hubby-fireman, rescued him one night
from fiery flames- then took him home to me.
He showed his gratitude in many ways-
with sweet meows and gentle, loving eyes.
More like a puppy, he'd be at our side;
asleep all night- then pat my cheek to rise.
No matter where- he'd answer to our call
and run to jump into our loving arms.
A plain, gray tabby cat, for sure, was he-
with faithful mood and altruistic charms.
We picture him with wings and halo crown-
green sparkling eyes that still say I love you;
we feel his presence, often late at night,
beside us reading- as we used to do.
He passed away at twenty years of age.
We know he's up in heaven- for you see
with thankfulness, he blessed us every day;
a kinder pet than he- could never be.
August 8, 2020
~1st Place~
Contest: All Pets Go To Heaven
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged: 08/24/2020
At the Charlie Norton School of Performing Arts
They only taught armoured acting parts.
They had a special maintenance man
Always kept busy with his little oil can
Keeping the suits free of fleas
And all the joints moving with ease,
Especially the cunningly concealed vent
For the disposal of excrement
And the removal of noxious gasses
Which even the refined on occasion passes.
Trying to learn lines could be hell
When surrounded by your own trapped smell.
In the event of a dearth of suitable parts
They taught other non performing arts
Like sweeping leaves away from drains
In the event of torrential rains.
As this part of the course was free
It didn’t carry its own degree
But for the elite chosen few
It could be a unit of your NVQ.
The Charlie Norton School of Performing Arts
Gives your career a powered kick start
Charlie
That's Me
Detects
Suspects
Here's Clue
For Flu
Veggie
Suey
Ban Food
No Good
You Do
Flu Through
My Fee
Chablis
Glug Glug
Chug Chug...
So Long
Drink Gone
“Gun violence is the price we have to pay to uphold our Second Amendment rights to bear arms”
—Charlie Kirk
his life the price paid
Charlie’s take on mass shootings…
cool down rhetoric
Charlie Chaplin’s his name
“Slap stick” brought him fame
Chuckled when I watch his flick
But never saw him “slap a stick”
My favourite comics is the Peanuts strip
Featuring 'good grief' good old Charlie Brown
Reading it takes me on a pleasant trip
Especially when Snoopy is around
Charlie Brown's faithful beagle is Snoopy
They get along with each other quite well
He can be sneaky when he is ready
Yet, just when and where, you can never tell
When Linus, in one hand, holds his blanket
The thumb of his other hand in his mouth
Snoopy sneaks in, suddenly grabs hold of it
Then runs around, spinning him all about
Yellow Woodstock is Snoopy's feathered friend
He bounces up and down when he's flying
On Snoopy's friendship he needs to depend
He alone knows what Woodstock is saying
Snoopy flies off in his Sopwith Camel
To the skies to battle the Red Baron
They both engage in a fearsome duel
Each trying to outdo the other one
Snoopy dances around when he's happy
If Lucy is close by, she must watch out
He would dance up to her very closely
Lean over and then kiss her on the mouth
19/05/2015