Work Charles Poems

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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May your reign be successful, your popularity soar,
May your country thrive, with peace and more.
Through history's lens, we see a king
Who's faced with troubles, heart...

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While reading Charles Bukowski poetry? 
On the metro ride home? 
Listening to Buddha bar music? 
On my oh too hip iPod? 
 
I begin to...

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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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Truth Matters

Deplorable. 
That is what I am. 
That is okay with me. 
I work hard, 
Have a family. 
I support my wife, 
and my own...

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Pineapple Delight

Today is the first day, 
The rest will all just follow, 
and sometimes get in the way. 
There will be good times, 
bad times,...

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Like a New Day

Every day is, the same...
and not. 
I long to go to work. 
I have lost my mind?
What a crazy statement.

I used to...

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Fear

It is a very small demon. 
It is a tiny monster, 
that never stops chewing on;
anything it can get. 

It is the one that hides,...

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Gathering the Bones

You must believe me, 
I am in power. 
I know what is right for you. 
Your vote put me here, 
you can not...

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A Lemon Yellow Hat

The morning light of a new day, 
cascades through the bedroom window. 
I am alone. 
Your pillow is soft, and close by,...

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Re-Creating Peace

The basket of castoffs is full. 
No one can wear clothes, torn and stained. 
Holes and rips that show use. 
The scissors cut them...

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A New Hip?

The other day...
I was going to work, 
and passed a man in the walk. 
The light was green,
and he was moving. 
What I...

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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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Faraway Town

The problems of America, 
they can not reach me. 
I don't worry about a thing. 
I live happily and free, 
in the basement of...

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My City Cowboy

You don't wear boots, 
not the fancy ones...
unless there is a;
marriage, birth or death.
Otherwise, it is work shoes, 
steel-toed, 
and seldom shiny. 

Plain...

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