Charles Hice

Rookie (May 13 2004 / Heaven)

Charles Hice Poems

81. An Oval Of One 8/2/2006
82. And Now It Is Ewe 3/21/2007
83. Another Poem For Jesus 4/10/2006
84. Apoetryrejectionreply 10/26/2011
85. Apology To The Thief 11/26/2006
86. Apoychra 9/10/2015
87. April 1 2013 Npm Poetry 4/2/2013
88. April 1 Is One 3/15/2014
89. April 16 Sunday 2014 National Poetry Month 4/16/2014
90. April 21 2014 Npm Poem 21 4/21/2014
91. April Ate 4/9/2012
92. April Ate Mhy Shorts April 8 2013 Npm 4/9/2013
93. April Fith Planet Of The Ape 4/9/2013
94. April Four Solyant Green 4/3/2012
95. April Monday Is Nine 4/9/2012
96. April Seven Poetry 4/5/2012
97. April Seventh Npm Poetry 4/9/2013
98. April Three Poetry Npm Charlax 4/3/2015
99. April Tin Poetry Npm Bouncing Charlax 4/27/2015
100. April Two For Npm 4/1/2012
101. April Whay Am Eye On Facebook Five 4/5/2012
102. Aprilthirdnpm 4/3/2013
103. 'Armourofgod' 2/26/2009
104. As The Wind 6/19/2015
105. Atomicpowderedthing 1/19/2009
106. Author Author 10/29/2015
107. Backword Thinking(Water) 6/22/2006
108. Barracade 2/16/2014
109. Be My Valentine 4/11/2006
110. Bear Dog For Christmas 1/29/2007
111. Bellvoices 3/30/2009
112. Beloved...You'Re So Far... 1/15/2007
113. Betty Crackers 10/30/2012
114. Between The Rain Drops 10/19/2007
115. Black Hat White Head Band 7/20/2014
116. Bloodofjesus 1/23/2010
117. Blue Ocean Robin -new- 1/26/2016
118. Bomb Squat 4/20/2013
119. Boning Alone 4/11/2006
120. Borne 8/23/2006
Best Poem of Charles Hice

My Brother

My Brother
as you are
I am half-dead
Blind in one eye I can`t see out of the other
I must not hate my brother
but how can i love you
as you are
beating me on my face
leaving no trace of love
as you erase me
as you are
smiling death heads grin
enjoying your power
life over life
life over death
leather gloves tatooeing
hurting
beating
gloating
enjoying.......these words
should never be linked to fighting
what a monster
MY BROTHER

Read the full of My Brother

Talking At Me

Talking AT me and not to me.
Making an aside, snide remark.
Blowing past me fearfully.
Singeing my ear; stabbing me with words,
that only I could hear.
Never have I ever had so bad of an experience.
I am sober drinking coffee no drugs are in my system.
What she said to me was worst than any hallucination.
Color of her hair escapes me I do not know her name.

[Hata Bildir]