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C.M Charron Poem
Priest
in Rome
Very long long ago
Beaten to death
and
Cut off his head
On this very day
He died
that way
The rose red blood
of
St. Valentine
Copyright © C.M Charron | Year Posted 2016
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Bitten
The wind has sharpened teeth
Flesh can scream
Never the same
Unforgettable pain
Empathy in action
The Saxton the Saxton
Turned!
Copyright © C.M Charron | Year Posted 2016
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Mia Mia, What did you do?
You know I never met a like you.
Oh Mia Mia!
Why don't you settle down now?
Settle Down.
Me and Mia Mia
Doggin days of summer,
You know I love you Mia. Why don't you come here and lay down?
Oh Mia Mia!
When's Daddy coming back around?
You know I hate to leave you Mia but I ain't comin back now how.
You get excited when I walk in the door.
He could care less, so why the hell do I come for?
I want a love him I guess he gets enough from you,
He don't want all I have to give him;
He just wants some,
Yeah that's truth.
Oh Mia Mia
I guess I don't have any shame.
Yeah, well maybe just alittle,
And I ain't havin fun so I'm not goin to play
I Said I ain't havin no fun
So I ain't goin to play.
Copyright © C.M Charron | Year Posted 2022
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That ain’t me
That ain’t me
I’ve got habits, I can’t beat
You ain’t one
Hit the street
I’ve got a habit
That ain’t you , guess it’s me
Yeah it’s me
I’ve got a habit of staying at home
Smoking all night
and talking on the phone
but not to you though
Because you ain’t my habit no more
Not no more!
So what or who’m I going to do?
What’m I going to wear?
Should I cut, straighten, dye or
curl my hair?
That ain’t the habit
I mean, I keep it clean
But I’m only reading
I ain’t in the magazines
I got some habits and they’re not you
Not enough time too much to do
I’m making a lot of habits baby
But not a one of them is you
Leave me be
That ain’t me
That ain’t me
Keep it moving
Let me be
Stop making me your habit
I told you quit/(that s) bothering me
and leave me be.
I’m not goin to tell anybody
How I think they should see me
Instead I’ll just keep
This one habit I have
Of just being me!
Diet soda
Bubblegum
Pickin my nose
I know it sounds snotty
Man everyone does
My feet are bare and dirty
And sometimes I still suck my thumb
I got habits
I’ve got a habit and it ain’t you
I got a habit of singing the blues
Go and find another habit
Get something else to do
That ain’t me.
That ain’t me
That ain’t me
I’ve got habits I can’t beat
You ain’t one hit the street
I’ve got a habit
It ain’t you cause it’s me
Yeah it’s me
Copyright © C.M Charron | Year Posted 2022
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Things are really different now
There's something going on
Mama's usually quiet she isn't quiet anymore
And you know how it is when mama starts yelling
You better start listening or something will be swelling
My Heart
She said, " Mama why you gotta be so loud?"
My Heart
She said, "why you gotta be so loud?"
Keep writing, reading, listen, singing, playing
Baby I'll just keep on praying
Your heart stays just as full as it is proud
My heart
Tell me why you have to beat so loud
My Heart
Tell me why you gotta beat soo LOOuud
I'll keep reading, writing, listening, singing and playing ... yeah
You know I'll keep on praying
Grateful to God my heart's so full
and of that I'm proud
Copyright © C.M Charron | Year Posted 2022
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Juniper June
You know, your berries are showing
Juniper you might not see what everyone else seems to know
here
Let me help you out June
Man July came to soon
You were beautiful June
Copyright © C.M Charron | Year Posted 2022
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What he said all the time
Ringing through my mind
S - O - G - oo -D
good.
Man that’s good
S- O- G- oo - D
good
It is it really is
Copyright © C.M Charron | Year Posted 2023
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Drivel in a puddle
Cried my tears
The bowl is dry
The water is a wonder we all need there is no why
The water is life
The life is for the all
We can not keep our pigeon read
We only seam to fall
There is a crawl up a way side
There is a demon in the tree
You should not question every feeling , the sky is the ceiling
This is only a dream
Nothing is as it seems and it will never be so
Only one time
Sometime
Can I begin
From where I started from?
The lord is a word
The meaning is old
The vulture’s a bird
Not one scrap left for thee
Me? I see you
I can be beneath you
In the clouds
catching your shine
Not mine. No
Mine is a long soft wave
The song of a swan
The honk of a goose in my feathers
Warm like the hot water bottle by my feet
The crickets make sounds that I will never forget
Chirping us all to sleep until the next season comes
The high tides
The Bay of Fundy
The rocks show early
The fish swim sparkling
The same as we all keep moving and shining in our own way.
Everything is all the same in a way that it isn’t at all
Separately equal only makes sense as a philosophy
But everything is equally absurd
Before the lightning strikes
Before the crow caws in the morning
The mist is thicker than the shaving cream my Papa never used
My goat is bearded
The lamp is lit
The fire is cracking
My fun is never a lack
I have sight to see
I have sounds to hear
My touch is connected to my brain
It is shocking
The memory
The strange details
The inability to forget
The chore of remembering
Not as delightful as the chores of a farm
My old body is going
I wish it wouldn’t take you so long
This experience has filled me
To burst into an entire new Universe
Copyright © C.M Charron | Year Posted 2023
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Nov. 19th,2012
A POEM
By: C.M. Charron
Reading the News
Opened, or Closed?
Blue like a corpse?
or
Pink as a rose?
Under my clothes;
It all is exposed.
My self is discarded
along with the rest .... undone ......
My best.
My choice?
My TRAUMA!
My inadequacies
Not like a virgin mother.
After then the blood regular
a river flowing of tears EVERYTIME
Frantic shame
fear and guilt
Patches in my Quilt, e.d armor
Falling down
down down down
farther. The HIT
This FIT! to fit
My dishonor as a woman
My womb in
men’s hands
Desecration , mutilation,
preservation and restoration
of
TIME.
Wishes and wants (sigh)
intention the prevention.
Here! here take it already!!!
Here? Hear this!
HISSSSS , I heard
The call and the sacrifice is mine
A prayer to God
That is yours that there isn’t shame
My king is a kind judge
A patient master of love
Who are you to me?
Pain stained and I remember not in vane ,
to keep had been a crueler game.
With life this cycle and this time disadvantaged.
The chance is
for who? Not YOU!
Mr. Lawmaking man , listen to my heart beat!
See ME and every other sister, my brother!
As your daughter, your mother not just some OTHER
in this place HERE, these fears.
You can not. You have no ears and you are blind.
Both your crimes
Not mine
I must not forgive you
That is what GOD does
That Spirit alone
The Angel at home
The wound to my soul
Against the nature
One day in the eternal
We will meet
Copyright © C.M Charron | Year Posted 2024
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A baton
A stick
A kid
A wish
A magic wand
A swish swish swish
A batonkid
Hanging on the street
And in the yard
Life is sweet
Copyright © C.M Charron | Year Posted 2024
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