History Charles Poems

Happy 212th birthday Charles Dickens

Though written three hundred 
and sixty five days ago,
the following poetic commemoration
doth not warrant any modification.

Said prolific author born February 7,...

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About time,
I've paid my dues I've crossed the line,
This moment I thought would never come,
Is in my grasp, the deed now done.

Don't get me wrong,...

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born February 7, 1812,
whose living descendents
I would be thrilled to befriend,
hence if anonymous reader
by some genetic fluke 
linkedin to said 
prolific storied author 
please kindly...

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aforementioned author born 
February 7, 1812
the long deceased (centuries) storied author
I toot and trumpet virtual horn
accompanying pet rooster 
first thing in the morn.

Greetings mutual friend,
hard...

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Dark -thirty

I don't know what time it is. 
I know work ended, 
at least the place I get paid, 
to do the things they need...

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Scales to Measure

We are not all equal. 
Some can dance on a wire...
above the crowd, 
Some can swim...
all the way to China. 
While others,
make food...

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A Blip Offering

I
we
they
and...

a show
a play
a picnic
an event

chaos
loss
grief
love
laughter

joy
connection
wisdom
truth

stranger
family
friend
soul mate

God


(free verse until it is no longer free...)...

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The History of Grown Children

When we are kids, 
we are told of God. 
It is easy to accept, 
a great Father in Heaven. 
No questions...

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America By the Square Foot

We here in this part of the country, 
love God and stand for the flag. 
We here in this part of...

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Thief of Glory 
 
Faded flowers, 
dead on the table, 
no vase, no water, 
no blood, 
no sacrifice, 
of time, sweat, tears, 
years and fears....

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In Merry Old England’s fine capital,
where Marx would compose his work “Capital”,
King Charlie the First
faced up to the worst —
a punishment gruesomely capital....

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Bad Discussions 
(Not a nice poem)

By the pound what a sound, 
in morbid delay at death's door. 
Cutting off bits and chunks of souls,
too busy...

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Yesterday

We 
that can remember
keep-alive
those that have been forgotten,
in the small room,
the place in our hearts,
where God 
plants the best flowers,
and no tears…
fall....

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Oft in My Thought
by Charles D'Orleans
translation by Michael R. Burch

So often in my busy mind I sought,
Around the advent of the fledgling year,
For something pretty...

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For five years the illustrious and regal
Charles Darwin, sailed on the Beagle.
A surveying ship,
Notebooks all a’rip,
Soon in battle with Wallace, so legal....

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