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Best Poems From
CHARLES M. MOORE
(1953 june)
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Another day today
I saw her by the bus stop
and she glanced my way
she gave me such a pretty smile
it took my breath away
I knew I couldn't say hello
the struggle what to do
I'd never know what you were like
a stranger passing through
Do you ever think of me
as I have thought of you
wonder what sights we'd have seen
if we had stopped to view
crazy how the little things
and chances slip away
another one, another life
another day today.
Charles M. Moore
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Avalon
Down by the green glen's river
down by the bluebell woods
where the willow branches shiver
in the tall oaks neighbourhood
close by the pixie dell
where the fairies dance and play
that's where you'll find the beauty
of the unicorn at bay
Oh, through the morning glory
as the mists begin to clear
you can smell the flowers and woodsmoke
from the hermit's cave that's near
you can sometimes hear him singing
some strange lilt that no one knows
as he makes the magic crystals
in the kingdom Avalon.
Charles M. Moore
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Bad and mean
I was raised in a town in Oklahoma
I was crazy from the age of five
my Pa got busted in a drunken rage
and my Ma went with some other guy
I got kicked around from school through probation
for stealing some guy's Ford
but now I'm back I don't need rehabilitation
I'm rotten to the core
I'm bad I tell ya, I'm mean you believe it
I'll take you for every last dime
I'm so shook up religion won't come near me
and the devil is a friend of mine
I hit some joint in Elkhart, Indiana
there were some heavies on the door
their first mistake was letting me in
I guess they never met me before
I had some rye and a chick caught my eye
and started flirting with me on the floor
the band played on singing Ole Hank Williams
when the barman called his wife a whore
He pulled her from me and I just had to hit him
then a bottle came down on my head
the heavies moved in and I pulled a knife
and soon one of them was laying dead
People started screaming and running and leaving
when the law came through the door
I got shot in the arm and the leg
now I'm waiting for the Devil once more.
Charles M. Moore
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Birth of a poet
Why is it heartbreak
gives birth to the poet
when simply before
there was none
Is it perhaps
that the mettle now hammered
a new forge is needed
to cast a new one.
Charles M. Moore
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