Mr. or Mrs. Charles Monroe II is one of the alleged 'Four Horsemen', whom are rumored members of the international Underground Academia known as the 'Ghosts Of DaVinci'(G.O.D.) , a 'mythical' ficticious society said to be a modern urban legend about a group of Poets, Artists, Muscicians, Farmers, Playwrites and College Students from every continent. While the rumors of the group's existence have ... more »
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Charles Monroe Poems
An Introduction Poem
I am. That is all. I enter this realm In Peace and Humility With Wars under me.
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
Seven Syllable Sonnet
Greetings from across the seas Readings from the loss of peace City full of Boston teas Pity-fool-less Constantine(s) .
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-
Lovely. Finally something somewhat relative To my competitive arrogant narrative. Of Judges and Nurses
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.
In a world that's flavored acidly Wish they all would think like Cassidy But unfortunately for us All the world is colored puss.
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
We are the Villains because we speak truths While heroes are silent Divided in groups.
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.
To Think With Invisible Ink
These words, to you, may sound absurd I Haven’t wrote a single word Since like September 23rd Oh how I miss to twist and shape
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
'Yoga-Fire, Yoga-Flame! '
My fire is thermal And spreading in turbo Orange nocturnal Dark purple Inferno
Comments about Charles Monroe
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
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An Introduction Poem
I am. That is all.
I enter this realm
In Peace and Humility
With Wars under me.
With Quills or with Pens
Or Keystrokes the same
Evoking the Spirits
Who wilt me by name.
Solute and Respect
Permission to Board
And give it all back
Which I couldn't afford,
The Words from my Sword
The Point of my Pen,
For Words, that is all
The all that I am.