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Charles Monroe Poems
Dreams of Kings
When the hills and the mountains someday are made low And rough places made plain, and untended seeds grow When the peacocks take flight and the crooked made straight Until Justice rolls down like an avalanche quake
An Introduction Poem
I am. That is all. I enter this realm In Peace and Humility With Wars under me.
Lovely. Finally something somewhat relative To my competitive arrogant narrative. Of Judges and Nurses
Seven Syllable Sonnet
Greetings from across the seas Readings from the loss of peace City full of Boston teas Pity-fool-less Constantine(s) .
So, so true When value is hidden God: the poet Soul: is written.
Remember me not, For the battles I have fought, But rather at peace.
I learned my history from Murals These walls of hardened mud taught me more Than the biased archives put together by the invaders. There is a formula for Colonization-
Puss So Peace Is
puzzled skid row kids in blankets play with string-less tennis racquets Alleys seem comical; buildings phenomenal empty abdominal tables with dominoes
Imitation Froot Loops
Praise the Lord and curse the Devils For the toys in Frooty pebbles Apple Jacks, Scooby snacks Living room got booby traps
'Yoga-Fire, Yoga-Flame! '
My fire is thermal And spreading in turbo Orange nocturnal Dark purple Inferno
Smoking in Los Angeles
No smoking signs are everywhere I look Except in the Kitchen; I smoke while I cook A hot-dog/ quesadilla with the white cheese That melts away all while I smoke as I please.
If I could write words that would make you feel less Novocain couplets alas would have merit All that in vain had been writ incoherent No longer meaningless swallows of vinegar.
We are the Villains because we speak truths While heroes are silent Divided in groups.
Poetics are therapeutics for us headache bearing students Poetry is therapy, tranquility, serenity, Divinity, passivity, proximity, infinity. It is all that is good to take
Comments about Charles Monroe
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Dreams of Kings
When the hills and the mountains someday are made low
And rough places made plain, and untended seeds grow
When the peacocks take flight and the crooked made straight
Until Justice rolls down like an avalanche quake
When the Great become evident, the mute become relevant
The New become citizens, the few become regiment
When proof becomes eminent, and all the Gold's bright-
Consumed by the bloom and hues of true light,
Devalued and weightless reveals its true worth
And Nature, refreshed conceives its New birth
When the kids on my street can have a true ...