As poet, I aspire to Mount Parnassus's seat;
and labor all the day, so my odes flow with beat:
as poet, I have miles to go before I sleep,
before I plumb the depths; and probe Pieria's deep!
Categories:
sundry, deep, inspiration, mountains, muse,
Form: Alexandrine
Begging for help
Is better than slaving for help:
A poor poet with a gold heart,begs for help.
But a beggar on the remonstrating street,slaves for help.
18:03:07:08:32
Categories:
sundry, allegory,
Form: Quatrain
Many longs to hear
What I have to say.
But my lips never care
To have the words sprayed.
Many want to see my view
And know my stand
But the germinating clue
Will make me strand.
Many have said to me:
'What are you hiding from us'.
But i can feel,
That none can be trust.
Many care to know
All about me.
And some just follow
To from me steal.
They want to get all,
But will get none.
For they will fall:
Even in what give them fun.
For they've made league
With themselves:
The light and the thick
To make me vexed.
Some who holiness show,
And tend to love:
For they'll give you blow,
And have your happiness shoved.
Folks who care
May not do-
But just fear
To loose you.
Not all who
make you laugh.
Intend to do:
Laugh sometime starve.
Be afraid of those
who always smile.
For many wolves
Walks (because of meal) miles.
Move always closer
to those who frown.
For in there deeper,
Thoughts have them drown.
Good things
sometimes comes
in clings
of thorns.
Bad things
often comes
in clings
of joy.
17:25:12:20:11
Categories:
sundry, allegory,
Form: I do not know?
Find me, not in the wind, earthquake or fire, after the fire a still small voice, from behind you in your ears I will cover thee with my hand, while I pass by a voice of a great rushing, behind me heard behind me a great voice, like that of a trumpet when you walk, His glory shall be shall be your rearward
Categories:
sundry, bible, christian, courage, devotion,
Form: Free verse
It is coming home to me now
Bird across the evening sky
Up and down the wings do plow
Turn events like soil to the eye
It wasn't so I dream you to be
White jasmines pictures my bride
And nightingale melody
Soft breaking at her fragrant side
And around the house a garden
Where we laugh, converse or play
I the beast and you maiden
The sweet atmosphere of kind day
What ugly dissenter fooled you
To blame in falsehood the thing
Though a plot, you never knew
While before your time it would spring
I did not plant it there, my friend
A mirage tree they designed
And now broken none can mend
The hot tongue has seared the mind
So one more time you fly again
I keep the empty nest till dawn
Love's intent is only pain
A cross-haired stag mourns a live fawn
Categories:
sundry, lost love, time,
Form: Rhyme
Turn down the silence,
with ur sweet melody;
coz i'm deep in thoughts,
n i'm feeling bluey.
Turn down the ache,
if u can see the longing pain;
coz i'm weary n tired,
n i'm all strained.
Turn down the trauma,
of loosing ur embrace;
coz days flying swiftly,
n i'm fallen out of place.
Turn down the time,
force them to stop;
lemme bewitch the beauty,
before the curtains drop.
Categories:
sundry, lovelonging,
Form: Romanticism
Easter Sundry
Easter Sundry
Easter Sundry
For the 16 0f april Easter Sunday
Ties and coats, dresses and hats,
oh brother, where does he think
he is going like that, dirty and
homeless carrying his stuff.
Does he not knoe it is Easter?
We are all gussied up, our money
in hand, ready to preen and to
prance.Where did he think he was going?
To Church like that, all dirty and poor?
Not next to me and my family.
We are the members of our community.
We are Ties and coats, dresses and hats.
We are ready for Easter.
Homeless is not to be seen.
Homeless is not to be found.
We do not want the old homeless around.
Does he not knoe it is Easter.
Charles Robert Hice
Copyright ©2006 Charles Robert Hice
Charles Hice
Categories:
sundry, devotion, faith, inspirational, social,
Form: Free verse