Chan Poems - Poems about Chan

Sounding like a sketch One big stretch Laughter with every move Always trying to prove Crash landing in not smooth Yet laughter all the way There is always a getaway Every movement with no pause Head turn with a left and right A look of fright Cornered in a plight Distinction of pure delight Every day and night Words of wonder Hope that comes yonder What will be next? Pie in...

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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...

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Charlie Chan was an also-ran till, knock on wood ~ 'So far, so good'...

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A tribute to Chan Getting euphoric, Million things to do... while I am alive, Time is short yet the torch still glows ! Collecting toys and vintage boxes, I am a geek, Star Wars fanatic, I am Tolkien, I create collage, Pentagram based artwork, Geometrical and optical art, Rhymer in guitar, I wear my heart on my sleeve, Every kind my brother, I am just that archaic poet, Chan dale hurst, An...

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With these twelve words... art has no restrains  there is nothing that can chain it down no fabric that can not be broken from. *FoRm? >that de...pe...nd...s.< WHAT duz iT reSEMble fOrM doth [come {inallshapes) AND sizes! "pun,ctu?a:ti-o;n!? proper,? maybe"! ,maybe. not' another language? je ne sais pas, throw  it in and try. no Geek gets on a computer and  wonders what the rules are it's their fingers singing on the keyboard makes them Euphoric not the...

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Brother,you were a human torch in a melanchonic orbit of undefined wars Now you are a pentagram star mystical and magical Pouring light and love from a happier place from behind heaven doors Not so distant though worlds afar. Through each verse and every stanza you are. Like Tolkien,your middle earth was always the unknown, Your soul has found its home. A sculptor of word A weaved tapestry...

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No use pretending to stars that seek They seem to know where genius sleeps I hear the sound, but not of harps. Instead the angels play guitar, I hear them tap their feet to rock, and shake the world below Like something out of Star Wars...... outside the box We've been out-foxed. We weren't prepared, to say goodbye just yet No...

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I hand you my torch, while I play the guitar Tolkien am I, in my euphoric voice Artistry, artistic, dramatic and poetic are my strings My musical notes, will touch the sky and alive shall be the clouds I will give many stars away, starting with brother, sister and you Listen, accept and catch thus tasteful, and stylish write Rhymer, rhymester...

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Ghost knight, playing Tolkienesque chords over common, white noise, I still hear you, cosmic brother, strumming the songs of pentagrams from your optical guitar, like that scene out of Star Wars, all were always welcome at your wild bar – interplanetary troubadours, euphoric warriors or a ninja geek incognito, a...

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A few poems written by Chan Hurst, (Just That Archaic Poet) I hope that we can find some comfort in them at this sad time. "A Rational Explanation" What must I do to see this through- Unlock the world I never knew? For all I've seen hath been untrue, As all I've felt hath plagued me, too! I am no more, past...

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There is a picture that lingers inside my mind, Like a fingerprint that someone left behind. I see it in the dawn of the morning light And through the day ‘til I fall asleep at night. It is the face that set my heart to a fire In those wanton flames that called upon desire. My racing pulse that missed a...

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