Charles Monroe Poems

We are the
Villains because we speak truths
While heroes are silent
Divided in groups.
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December children in inner city days;
sun rays refuse me over silver aviators
police are bees and we the pollen
menthol minted breath conversations are held
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My fire is thermal
And spreading in turbo
Orange nocturnal
Dark purple Inferno
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Oh how ludicrous the fee,
Guessing contests aren't for free.
Dare I invite every one
But my contest is for fun.
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No definition
at least with precision
Of us Wizards of the Word-Whirlwind
At Wood-Chuck's Word-Shop
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I found myself among the lost
Pentagrams inside a cross
Where the pion is the boss
And the neon has no gloss
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Sad Beginnings
Lost my winnings
Food stamps provided
By the U.S. Government.
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Fancy Flavio from the hills
never heard of paying bills
Though he never had an ailment
He's, regardless, taking pills.
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There is a smile from heaven
well high above your head;
if you'd only compromise your self
To looking up instead.
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Mother Nature, Father Time
Listen to your Children's rhyme.
May we all some day retire
And become what we aspire
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