Oil from the mount of olives, used on charlies pate..Stories below in Windsor
Jeanette Archer tells, of child torture,
Murder, and rape.' Maria Farmer also does
Fiona Barnet, they do not budge.' Virginia
Roberts, got paid much..But still she died
Maybe over such? Maggie Oliver, Jon Wedger knows Kevin Annett we hear and on it goes, anthony kidman and daughter
nichole along with epstein and maxwell all
Had their roles..The F B I swore they knew
Nothing.? And with marmalade
sandwiches i think -old lizzie did quite some
bluffing?'
Now back to Isreal and olive oil..Which old
lizzie also wore.' With treasure and spoils.'
And the stone of David.? That they sit upon
Link so much to Isreal.? Its a think a thon.!!
Trump with his kipper and biden and
the rest and death rape and torture.? Hmmm.?
What do you address.? (The era of con-vid?) And your violation.? We were a pagan
Sacrifice in all the nations ( were you told never to speak i'll ?) Of its reign.? Safe and effective you could only gain.' And the groves you will worship, under all things masked.' As you revel in serfdom..And await satans mark.?
Diane’s dog Charlie is her baby; more than her son ever was.
He likes me better than Stewart did too, she tells me.
Charlie’s therapy appointments are on Monday.
On Tuesdays he has his nails groomed or his teeth flossed.
Wednesdays are open for luncheon engagements with other pups.
He gives me a break on Thursdays, Diane tells us. It’s my free day.
Friday’s are for Charlie’s aerobic and line dancing.
Saturdays he has yoga.
What’s Charlie’s Sunday schedule? I ask her.
Diane looks surprised that I asked.
We go to church in color-coordinated clothing.
I take him in a little matching case.
I should have guessed.
hunting and circling for prey
the moonlight reflects ~
wispy winged moving shadows
loud screeches echo
winds howl as tree leaves rustle ~
rough water dances in tune
an eagle soars in circles
dive bombs into rough water ~
proud prey prize displayed
12/14/22
Contest: Triple New CharlieKu Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charlies Messina
(757 577 775, Syllables checked with howmanysyllables)
welcome new spring
and the rain
birds that sing
vines that chain
flower blooms
a blue sky
air perfumes
and clouds up high
and the birds fluttering a wing
a wild woodland terrain
sweet butterflies that cling
a running horses mane
wildflowers around tombs
wind like a babies cry
a buzzing bee that zooms
and sunsets that with beauty sigh
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August 24, 2022
Poetry/New-ku/Haiku/spring - NK
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1483-150-24
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest Charlie New-Ku
sponsor, Charlies Messina, Judged 10/18/2022
First Place
was on Charlies Bucket list
I am from Northern Ireland, from Potatoes and Green Fields, Damp rainy weather, I am from the Middle of nowhere, I am from slate tiles, from fireworks,
I’m from Willows and Pete Moss, from I Spy and Kindness, I’m from Ms. Browns Boys and Father Ted, and from Farming. I’m from Being loud and Happy, and Charlies, I’m from Strabane Rd, I’m from Hedges and Newtownstewart, I’m From Ireland. From Fish and Chips, From Catching Chickens and also from Heart Attacks, Big Strong Men, Shovels, Sweat, Blood and Tears. I am from Moo’s and Baah’s, from starch, from Grit, and from Food. I am from Ireland and Ireland is my Home
song birds so bright
wings in flight, a
sweet sight for me
swoosh, they are gone
back with song, when
it's dawn again
2/3/19
Any Theme Than-Bauk Contest
Sponsor: Charlies Messina
12/15/19 Submitted to Brian Strand's blog series
The bird was blue
in the dew morn,
he threw his words
From a branch place
his home base claim,
his face was, sour
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January 27, 2019
Poetry/Than-Bauk/Angry Bird
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1108-665-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Any Theme Than-Bauk
sponsor, Charlies Messina
Third Place
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Submitted to FFI Blog Series 37, Than Bauk
Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
And there’s a Charlie
A character curiously cartooning
One of the Charlie’s careening and in crusade
Maybe someday he’ll be in a Macy Day parade
Charlie Chicken 1942 anthropomorphic chicken
And there’s Charlie Beary, a big daddy bear
Charlie of the Chocolate Factory, making all those chocolate candies
And there’s Charlie
A character curiously cartooning
One of the Charlie’s careening and in crusade
Maybe someday he’ll be in a Macy Day parade
Chuckle Charlie Finster
Picture always in the funny papers
Charles B. Barkin, was a dog, who went to heaven
Come eat with me play games for free
Chuck E. Cheese
And there’s Charlie
A character curiously cartooning
One of the Charlie’s careening and in crusade
Maybe someday he’ll be in a Macy Day parade
Old Charlie Dog little orphan Airedale
Charlie the Tuna fishing sooner
And there’s Charlie's stop curiously cartooning and careening with me laugh out loud
What’s with all these Charlies now?
12/28/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
The oracle leaps through no ruinous time…
Benjamin was the boldest of the four. And whether the four were
The Sons of Peace, or the Fathers of Pride, or the Sisters of Charlies,
Or the Mothers of all Milk Maids, a place to hide he would not find.
Benjamin and the Three rampaged through enemy gates.
But everyone had left. For the big River Festival.
Shame overcame the Three. Benjamin walked to the River.
Fear of the future is in it’s inevitability.
And the idea that it’s not coming at you, rather you
Are walking into it like a quiet immersion into cool water.
The festival was heard before it was seen,
Tangerine strings, frog choirs, and drum barrels
Filled the night. When Benjamin popped his head over the hill,
His nose was met with a croissant held by a mouse
Who introduced himself as mayor.
“The oracle leaps through no ruinous time,” said the mouse
As he walked with Benjamin towards the evening candle
Boats where the water got black and full of mystery.
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