Charles M Moore

Rookie - 208 Points (1953 june / Glasgow Scotland.)

Charles M Moore Poems

201. The Seductress 6/20/2006
202. Muddy Wellies In The Rain 2/12/2006
203. That's What You Do 3/25/2006
204. Rubbish 3/2/2006
205. A History Of Sorts 6/5/2006
206. Dippy The Dog 2/13/2006
207. Love Me For A Thousand Years 2/11/2006
208. It's A River 2/12/2006
209. Avalon 2/11/2006
210. Women 2/12/2006
211. You Return To Me 3/2/2006
212. Sisterhood 2/13/2006
213. What Is The Love Of A Woman 3/7/2006
214. Youv'E Broken Her Heart 3/8/2006
215. .words. 4/13/2008
216. A Sonnet Of Love 4/7/2007
217. Timothy The Pirate 3/25/2006
218. A Beautiful Day 5/10/2006
219. That Special Kiss 2/14/2006
220. I And Me And You 2/14/2006
221. Where The Passion Flower Grows 3/4/2006
222. Chocolate 2/11/2006

Comments about Charles M Moore

  • Terry Dawson (3/14/2018 3:36:00 AM)

    Some beautiful poems here, Charles, well done and thank you!

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  • Moira Cameron Moira Cameron (3/7/2016 12:05:00 AM)

    Och! I should hae guessed you were Scottish! :) The rhythm of your poetry, the ones I have read thus far, indicate a musical background. I too have a musical background, so reading your poems felt very familiar to me. Thanks for sharing them. I will take the time to read more.

  • Tara Nugent (10/7/2009 8:14:00 PM)

    I love the way you have written this, it cuts right to the point and it certainly pulled a few strings in my heart. Kudos.

Best Poem of Charles M Moore

Chocolate

Chocolate is funny
chocolate is fun
you can spread it on your body
you can lick it with your tongue
you can chew it, you can drink it
you can have it in the bath
chocolate is funny
it always makes me laugh

Chocolate is funny
chocolate is good
you can have it for your breakfast
as a substitute for food
it can be orgasmic
it can bring you paradise
you can lie in bed and dream of it
chocolate is nice.

Read the full of Chocolate

Untill We Meet Again

Dress me in silk when I lay down
and make my bedding red
three coffins one inside of each
of elm and oak and lead

Place me high upon the cart
high as the horses head
and walk with me through cobbled streets
to let your grief be fed

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