Charlie F. Kane

Rookie (14/1/1989 / Solihull, Birmingham)

Charlie F. Kane Poems

1. Summer Rain 3/22/2006
2. Attempted Sonnet 3/22/2006
3. Orestes 3/23/2006
4. Ode To The Stressed 3/27/2006
5. Ode To A Genius 3/27/2006
6. Down On Jimmy’s Farm 3/27/2006
7. Shine 3/27/2006
8. The Real Me 3/28/2006
9. The Grass Was Greener… 3/29/2006
10. Radio Ode 7/23/2006
11. On This Day… 8/13/2006
12. Southern Man 8/31/2006
13. Perspective 9/4/2006
14. On The Run 4/6/2006
15. The Street Where All The Happy People Live 4/6/2006
16. Wasted Time 4/15/2006
17. Dialogue From A Pessimist And An Optimist 4/21/2006
18. Somme 4/28/2006
19. For Lyra 6/28/2006
20. Back In Da Day, Like 6/28/2006
21. School Days 7/3/2006
22. Who Am I? 7/23/2006
23. Just For Today (We Could Be In Love) 7/23/2006
24. Stars 3/9/2007
25. Confession To A Girl 6/24/2007
26. Fall Out, Fall In 6/25/2007
27. The Sea 8/25/2007
28. I- Dante, You- Beatrice 8/25/2007
29. Where Has All The Sunshine Gone? 10/11/2007
30. Lonely Boulevard 10/21/2007
31. Brief Words No.9 10/21/2007
32. Berlin Days 10/25/2007
33. Wish You’d Care 10/26/2007
34. The Guests At This Hotel 11/1/2007
35. My Unwanted Muse 11/9/2007
36. Normality 11/10/2007
37. Sunday Morning (Coming Home) 11/18/2007
38. The Vampyre 11/27/2007
39. When We Are Older… 1/15/2008
40. You Should Know… 1/15/2008

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Best Poem of Charlie F. Kane

30 Years Too Late

I’ve always said,
I was born 30 years too late.
I never fitted in to this decade.
I should have seen the 70’s,
But I was born 30 years too late.

The 60’s were the years of change,
The 70’s were the years of acceptance,
When the people were finding their feet,
The governments crooked;
Wars unsolved;
Yet, created some of the greatest art ever.
I wish I had seen the 70’s,
But I was born 30 years too late.

Imagine, said John,
As Paul flew with his Wings to the top,
Eagles flew from California,
Then the Zeppelin took the Stairway ...

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Summer Rain

Hazy day and lazy nights.
Not much to do, not much to remember.
Head pounding, only one way to stop it.
Another drink is you all need.
Another drink to see you though the day.
Another day, then you’ll give it all up.
Another day, and the need might go away.

Summer rain falls once again,

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