Charles Hice (May 13 2004 / Heaven)
Biography of Charles Hice
Charles Hice Poems
My Brother as you are
Pain And Rage And Hurt
Pain and rage and hurt. Erline has to feel bad too.da ya think//? ? +. Pain the feeling of sorrow...
The Dead Flower Bed
The Dead Flower Bed The Dead Flower Bed A Flower Loves
Woman Made Of Love
Woman Made Of Love a woman from above made from some distant heaven made and fashioned somehow differently
Two Sunflowers Move To A Yellow Room
Two Sunflowers move to a Yellow Room Two Sunflowers move to the Yellow Room they were in the other room not the yellow room they were not getting any sun shine on them at all and so the ewe and the eye decided to move them both into the yellow room at once have you ever seen such sad sunflowers almost wilted almost gone we think they will come back unless someone forgets they dont drink beer it is not good for them
no rain no rain there is no rain today perhaps this soul is unworthy of water eye could see the clouds passing over they were angry and full of water
Eye Fat Suicide
Eye failed at suicide Eye failed at suicide
A Muse Ess Music Box
ELocution ELocution Diction ENglish grammer proper nouns predicates verbs learn the way the language works then grow up to be a poet and throw it all away today to make new words to make poems bleed to make the rhymes the prose doth need. Shakespeare is an affluance. He rubbed off some on my purple prose. O God! how wonderful are Thy works! Thou makest the rotting log to nourish banks of violets, and from the stagnant pool at Thy word springs forth the lotus that covers all with fragrance and beauty! Sonnet #3,000,745,001 OH LORDy
100 Years Old
100 years old already over 50 spanning two Centurys the most eye might consider to rach the middle of my life life begins when we find love so eye will always be about 50 years old
Viva Le France
VIVA le France VIVA le France eye didnt watch the TV news eye really never seem to do and they may want people to witness this to be amiss to be haters like the rest of them they jest
Why Pretzels Do Not Eat Us
why pretzels do not eat us why pretzels do not eat us eye opened up the pretzel bag and much to my surprise they grabbed me and began to pull me deep inside
Sensoreshippe Sensoreshippe Send en masse out to hunt when the idiots keep filltering the intergnet
A Poem For Lisa
A poem for Lisa
a girl I met on a bicycle
I want to be your friend.
I am only a visitor not a resident.
A resident I would be,
If permanent I could be.
Temporal and temporary,
is how my creator determined me.