Chuck Audette

Rookie - 0 Points (Poetry Hell, Vermont)

Chuck Audette Poems

1. A Different Kind Of Graffiti Artist 4/17/2007
2. Adult Adhd 4/4/2005
3. A Tall Tale 3/1/2006
4. A Guy In Trouble At The Speedway 8/10/2006
5. A Fitting Pun 8/25/2006
6. A Relationship, Of Sorts 6/6/2006
7. An October Night (Halloween Poem) 10/31/2005
8. A False Truism 4/5/2006
9. A Fleeting Thought 5/6/2005
10. Free Cat 8/19/2005
11. Concrete Poem #3: A Final Concrete Poem 4/14/2006
12. The Cannibal Joke Song 8/8/2006
13. A Date With An Anti-War Protester 8/25/2006
14. In A Bind (An Ode To The Wedgie) 4/4/2005
15. Stopping In The Woods On A Snowy Evening (Or, The Road I Should Not Have Taken) (With Apologies To Robert Frost) 1/25/2009
16. Child's Sleep Complaint (The Moonlight Serenade) 1/2/2006
17. An Ode To A Modest Poet 2/3/2007
18. A Thorny Issue - My Prize Roses Were Stolen! 10/25/2007
19. Underdressed 3/29/2005
20. A Child's Scientific Religious Experiment 2/27/2006
21. Haircut Payback 3/7/2006
22. A Meteor, Right? (Science Poem?) 10/24/2007
23. The Bath Thief 8/21/2007
24. Mourning Sickness 1/5/2007
25. Celestial Observations 1/31/2006
26. Pizza In The Lunchroom 4/11/2005
27. Gruesome Crime Scene Humor 2/7/2008
28. Cherry Blossom Passing 5/4/2005
29. Avoid Falling Up 1/5/2007
30. A Limerick To Esther Leclerc On Her Birthday 3/18/2007
31. A Recurrent Theme 4/5/2005
32. An Ode To Anna Russell, On Her Birthday 5/26/2006
33. Threesome 1/19/2006
34. These Dog Days Of Summer (Raining Cats And Dogs) 9/8/2006
35. Unfortunate Dog Names 10/24/2007
36. At The School Of Sternness 9/8/2006
37. That Snow Poet (That's No Poet?) 1/31/2007
38. Wisdom Teeth Extraction 8/31/2006
39. Limerick For St. Patrick's Day 2011 - A History Lesson Of The Irish 3/21/2011
40. An Ode To Hot Coffee And Dictionaries 4/17/2006
Best Poem of Chuck Audette

A Different Kind Of Graffiti Artist

'Truth is Love'
such words were said
as the poet painted
the town
all read

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She Sleeps: 1: 53 Am

she sleeps
in our comfy bed, rain drumming a musical massage
while the idea bulbs burn in this distant room
with clocks ticking, keyboard clicking
my parental tucking in around
rhymes and poems and puns
our dog huffily sighs and turns a baleful eye
sleepily squinting out the light
wondering when I'll call it a night

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