When I was young, if I got a pair of sox for Christmas, it was a Christmas miracle; and I was happy......enough said.

"What day was yesterday?"
"Why, Grandpap?"
"'Cause I want to know what day tomorrow will be?"

Chuck it out the window
Hide it
Under the seat
Change the cd before we're caught
Kicking it to Milli Vanilli

Multitudes of drops
Shower me with thoughts of her
Drenched in happiness

Tattoos? I have a tattoo. It was given to me by the North Koreans, when they shot me in the arm. When I wiggle it, I can make it dance, I mean cry, and I cover it up so no one sees it. These kids today pay to scar up their faces! What's next, selling water in a can?

When the snow falls
And the roads become thick
With the a white stop sign,
The cars cease, the schools close,
And, sure, the mail still comes.

I look out the window,
See the vast frosted horizon
And begin to feel closed in,
Until, I decide to put pen to paper.

When snow falls,
I run through May fields
And escape to exotic lands
Reading and writing
When Snow Falls!

When the world
***** you dry
Wet your whistle
      And spit

When the spit
Doesn't come
Fold you fist
     And swing

When the punch
Doesn't connect
Say your prayers
      And die

Dear Friends,,

I have been on Hello since the end of December. Before that I never thought I'd ever have thousands of people read my poems  let alone provide positive reinforcement. Many of you have become very precious to me also. I recently noticed the amount of reads I've gotten, and the number blows my mind. Thank you for supporting my addiction! I love reading yours as much as you have enjoyed mine, maybe more. Keep writing everyone. Thanks for your support. You mean more to me than even a poet can express in words.

Love,

Chuck

Get off of the brown leather chair and ride
But it's so **** cold in the wintertime
You have a spinning bike downstairs, inside
Maybe later; now I have to write rhyme

Painted bright blue sky
Line of green, separating
Heaven from Heaven

Snow floating
Out the window
Obstructs the
Panoramic view
Of the hemlock trees
Like an old time
Television with
Broken rabbit ears
Yet instead of frustration
It breeds wonder

Floats down and hovers
Drenches the mood in white clouds
Foreshadows Autumn

When the day is dark, sleep, blink, read poetry - breathe!

Rain on Sunday is like disgusting flies on birthday cake.

You make hearts feel not well
Tortuous glances send men to Hell
You're the muse of so many poems
Why don't you let us men alone!
Come on girl, please pick up the phone!

We men should ban together
Flee from all of this bad weather
You turned us into insomniacs  
We still love you, we're not brainiacs
Though, when you kissed our friend, we had heart attacks
Baby, forget these guys, please take ME back

I started this poem angry at you
Wanting to hurt your heart too
But you know I will always love you baby
Don't say yes, I'll be happy with maybe
Forget other guys, they're all crazy
They are mean, stupid, and lazy
Was angry at first, now things are hazy
You know I still love you baby

What? I'm a man. I'm weak! It's okay, just love me.

I ventured on a journey all alone
Self powered also self empowered
Lonely I was but I did not bemoan
Miles washed down the drain as I showered

Met interesting folks on my bike trip
Stayed with a couple, helped me feel at home
Crashed with earthy folks, who were ultra hip
Greeted with support wherever I roamed

Climbed mountains ascending fifteen degrees
Some stretched up for miles into the blue sky
And descents that caused wobbles in my knees
As valleys and streams vanished from my eyes

Sure, I missed my wife and my kids' cute smiles
Yet, this was an adventure for legs and soul
They both grew stronger with each pedaled mile
My head was spinning as my tires rolled

Crossed my sylvan state, an empowered state
Something I just knew I wanted to do
When I made it, I had to celebrate
New Jersey was my state of soul anew

Sonnets, impromptu speeches,
Conclusions of comps
Happiness = loving career!

Nailed the test, set the curve, everyone wants to choke you
Got a phone number from the hottest woman in the place, infront of your buddies
Complained about the shabby service and got your friend's money back, like a boss
The birth of your son. The birth of your second boy. The birth of your daughter.
Aced the the the parallel parking manuver infront of your father
The surprise proposal, and the calosal surprise, "Yes!" :)
First legal drive in the car without your father in the passenger seat
                       O' that feeling!!!! Like a boss!

Look on the bright side, things could be worse.
You could've hired Paula Dean to cater your
Kwanza party this winter. ..... Awkward......

1
Here rests an unknown poet.
He finally stopped thinking.

                      2
Here lies an unknown poet.
  Placed in his coffin was
       A pad and pencil
           Just in case!

                       3
These are  a poet's remains.
If he'd written his epitaph,
He'd have saved great pains.

Thank you President Obama
For putting on a show
You do the best you can, I know
That's why I'm a big fan
For this country, you own the plan
I will answer the phone
You will protect me and my loan
It's time I make a stand
You are the ruler of this land
I'll pray to God above
That everyone gives you love

Poetry conceals the meaning
But reveals the emotions.
It speaks of love,
But lies about the pain.
It shines bright as it exalts,
But shades the motives within.
Poetry cleanses the soul,
Yet releases the beasts within.