No one can right the wrongs in this world
We can only right the wrongs in our own life
Categories:
righting, life,
Form: Free verse
Not the wisping grasp against the parchment
That licking click of writer as he tpyes
The cold inanimates touch of skin on screen
Memories only shorter I eye aye the Scottish yes
Scrapes and scrawls on cave dwelt walls
Truncated truck trimmed in intricate trestles
Who was the first message in a bottle for
Bobbles of sheerest ink like Scottish lochs
as.morning mists turn solid for a movement
I enjoy being wrong
Keeping pictures of the dead to the soon to be
Words the unleashed an atom
Words that end wars
illlusions putting fuses to the con
My muse has left
So I better be …….gon
Categories:
righting, poems,
Form: Free verse
Not the wisping grasp against the parchment
That licking click of writer as he tpyes
The cold inanimates touch of skin on screen
Memories only shorter I eye aye the Scottish yes
Scrapes and scrawls on cave dwelt walls
Truncated truck trimmed in intricate trestles
Who was the first message in a bottle for
Bobbles of sheerest ink like Scottish lochs
as.morning mists turn solid for a movement
I enjoy being wrong
Keeping pictures of the dead to the soon to be
Words the unleashed an atom
Words that end wars
illlusions putting fuses to the con
My muse has left
So I better be …….gon
Categories:
righting, poems,
Form: Free verse
Word blindness shore maid my life hell
When righting two my buddy Mel
Ironic indeed
Butt wee both agreed
Dyslexia’s sew hard too spell!
Categories:
righting, for her, friend, words,
Form: Limerick
Its pools of elastic black oil
that pulls lines and curves
spaces pausing words
a flick of a tale
a flick of a tail
tendrilled T's that stretch and yawn
U's that capture like cups
O's that don't stop or start
slytherin squiggles of serpentine s's
i hang a hammock between too Y'S
not too wise
without the h would it urt
scratching scrawls that screech of something soulless
feathered fails and faltered falls
scripts of pain and love that came before
lies that slip the silence
truths that never shared
Hope that just hopped by
Fear pulled sorry by the ear
until it shed a tear
Eating away at the hate
What words will i let go
which will i store for another
Which sword is wrnog
which rite is write
Categories:
righting, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I write to ignite
A spark of insight
With hopes it might help you fight
The dark of lonely nights
Despite the situation
Keep close to the vision
There's bound to be collisions
Feel comfort in my descriptions
At times;
All I have are words and rhymes
To appease the mind
So, I mine my mind; to see what I can find
Thoughts are always flowing
Faults are always growing
Angels and Demons are always pulling
All on me to decide which is more controlling
Not always fond of what I've written
No matter, it's always uplifting
Never as well as I envisioned
However; can't put the pencil down..this is one habit I don't feel like quitting
Categories:
righting, encouraging, simple, words, write,
Form: Free verse
Someday I will get right
Things to make you leave
And not be home at night
If you need to just breathe
As I take air from the room
When it all seems to seethe
Before we turn into dust
You can grow to remember
I will regain your trust
Making our love like a song
Working toward true harmony
To leave what becomes wrong
Categories:
righting, lost love, love
Form: Rhyme
"mom"
"Hunny im right here"
"im dieing mom i listened to you i didnt drink"
"i know hunny"
"mom then why am im sitting in a pool of my blood"
"cause the other driver did drink"
"i... i love you"
"i love you to sweetie"
"tell... daddy i love him and sissy"
if only i could have told her i was sorry
if only everything at that moment was made right
my last moments wouldnt have been so painful
but now i have to fight
through this pain
through this night
im laying in someone else's mess
not i know how my mom feels
i cant see it in the new light
these are my last words so here i go
sissy
your beautiful
not matter what he says
daddy you did your best and i am grateful for everyday you yelled at me to make me a
better person,
mommy my hero my idol you never let us down even when you though you did
i love my family
tiffy
my sweetheart friend you were the best friend one could ask for
never getting mad at me and always makin someone happy
I LOVE YOU ALL
now i have to go the doctors say i love you never for get that
then she died right there with her blood under neath her her mom standing over her body
and those were here last words =[
Categories:
righting, inspirationalmom, words, me, friend,
Form: I do not know?
Righting Words
Righting Words
Another poem for my Violet Flower and Mary
I like to right,
I am doing all write.
I do it with my mite.
I am swiping at a might.
I have my site,and
I can see you at my sight.
I am very slough,but
they slow as they go by.
AND the way is sheared
by all the wind,
AND the way is sheered
by all the dressers.
Love is a word you knoe,
but luv is knot,it does not
even register,but you still
have thyme to find a rhyme
I do knoe its time.
Charles R HIce
Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice
Categories:
righting, education, on work and
Form: Free verse