Charlie Poems - Poems about Charlie

(A friendly voice whispers) Am I charismatic? Engaging, or just completely enigmatic? Or am I simply an old traveller from beyond The green hills of Old Avalon Stepping into this new age reborn? Did my guardian angels weep with joy when I found my new calling? Do they quietly hold my...

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Charlie Martin was always fart’n Thanks to his mama, Mrs. Martin Beans for breakfast, beans for lunch Never salt, sugar, or anything with crunch Baked beans, lima beans, chili beans too Sometimes in a Shepard’s pie, sometimes in a stew Kid who sits in school in Martin’s row Says Martin's beanie aroma curls his big toe A skunk is not as offensive, said...

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Charlie was our sweet adopted cat- A rescue from a fire- not only that; Twenty years we shared love- tit for tat. ...

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O my dear Charlie, How could you just forget, Our love for chocolate, Which was given to you as a factory. You loved it and had magic, To make the owner get elevated from tragic, He was impressed and gave it to you, And you took it as a gift from him too. You are the boy of words, And who flies higher than...

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He is my little blue parakeet and he loves to play with his jungle gym Sharp beaked he loves to chew on wood and so I call him, my little wood chuck ! He rings his bells and crawls all over sitting atop the cage he is the King When I sing songs of old to him...

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Shetland Sheepdog Charlie jumped high in the air Sheep he could handle, but this creature was unfair As far as he knew it was an alien or a creature from far away I was lucky to have my camera that day I wish now I had put it on video, for it was a hilarious sight Charlie ran off and...

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Our picture frame window Is garlanded with evergreen limbs Twined in white twinkling lights pinecones and fairy bells And outside From the dinner time dark that is a week before Christmas Santa waves Lit up like a little lantern The hope for snow Anymore Any year Has become as nostalgic as Perry Como Singing from the static of AM radio Golden retriever Snuggles to my left An arm rest Our...

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I star down from the ceiling my room always tranquil and quiet every now and then a man appears he must be a poet he writes a lot when he has his glass of wine there is a second one always for me he talks now and then whether to me or himself a mystery he seems almost as sad though as my web of...

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He made us laugh silently Through his wholesome comedy Dancing with umbrella Made fun of his fella Famous for your eyes only ...

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An icon of speechless cinema : Mockery whirling in enigma. ...

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I'm riding and flying into dimensions beyond the 3rd, Sweet melodies and harmonies of rhythmic words. They speak melodiously and deeply to my soul. I'm riding and flying; I'm losing control. No seatbelt to buckle into or even think of, But I'm safe and feeling free, flying like a dove. Above all pain 'cause Trane, Bird, and Hawk are soulfully saxing, Sweet,...

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Spring is still kicking its heels, in winters waiting room, expectations unravel. The squirrels are too awake, there is no sign of sleep, in their glittering eyes. Magpies peck at a low cast sky, hunt, for gaps of sunlight. Charlie, the old man who chop's his own firewood died yesterday, mice have already moved into his woodpile. ...

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Charlie the cowboy got a fright, when aliens started a fight. He prepared to save the town's plight, before the day turned into night. Guns by his side, rode into town, ready to battle till sundown. Saw the sheriff dressed as a clown and his deputy in a gown! In shock, asked "what's going on here?" "Wave the white flag and bring some...

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CHARLIE CHAPLIN Charlie Chaplin, long gone But his memory lingers on. When he went to heaven, Left children - eleven...

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“sipping Jack while singing Charlie” the season left leaving leaves left and right right on the all around ground except where a windswept wind kept the streets clean at the crossroad cross meant for meetings to be met by Paganini and me and Him...

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