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Best Poems From
CHARLES M. MOORE
(1953 june)
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Touch.
Let me touch you baby
I've been waiting for so long
my mouth requires tenderness
honey on my tongue
I need to feel emotion
my hearts trapped and ironclad
and the bolts are getting rusty
from the memories I have
Gently whisper to me
sing a song I've never heard
with words that drip like candy
from the cradle of the world
remove my inhibitions
my deciet and alibis
then wrap me in your skin
and stitch the heavens with your sighs.
Charles M. Moore
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146.
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Trouble in mind
He staggered out of the bar around noon
problems swirling around in his brain
like the beer in his belly, she's going to go ballistic
when I get home, spent all the money getting pissed,
she'll be sitting there with the kids expecting me
to be the great provider,
'What the hell, she's got a roof over her head 'aint she',
How the hell is one man supposed to provide
for all this shit anyway, He reaches the gate and stumbles
over the matted carpet lying across the path to the house,
Two kids come runing towards him 'HI Dad',
Trying to focus he offers them some coppers,
and looks towards the door,
like a condemed man veiwing the chamber.
Charles M. Moore
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147.
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TRUE
She loved him with a passion
that only angels know,
He thought she was so beautiful
her soul was made of gold,
She blessed the ground he walked on,
He held her in esteem,
She thought that he was surely god,
He thought she was a dream.
TRUE.
He loved the way her dark hair curled
around her naked breast,
She felt the tension of his skin
as they nakedly embraced,
She whispered words of ecstasy,
He kissed her with desire,
She held him close as if cocooned,
He felt his blood on fire.
TRUE.
Their hearts and minds entwining
they could not break away,
Between the earth and heaven
their emotions gently swayed,
She shivered life eternal,
He trembled hope supreme,
They bonded as if welded,
Love without a seam.
TRUE.
Charles M. Moore
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Virtually Me.
I photographed myself
and scanned it into my computer
answering all the questions
to give me an I.Q.
then watched myself evolving
virtual life with many others
as I built myself a combo
by the sea in Lollywood
Quite amazed my virtual self
attracted some attention
down by the sea in supertime
he played on his guitar
with virtual people watching
some were dancing, some were drinking
and all the time my virtual self
played underneath the stars
I logged off and I went to bed
half sleeping strange thoughts in my head
I woke up tired as usual
and prepared myself for work
erecting steel for companys
that never get the best of me
and think I'm just some muscle
with a brain that doesn't work
While slurping coffee in my chair
I had a little time to spare
waiting for the guys
to pick me up to start the day
I logged back in to have a look
at how the virtual me turned out
and dumbstruck watched his bank account
just somehow runaway
Surprise
he was a superstar
with fancy wife, and fancy car
sitting in an office gazing at a plasma screen
virtual reality
he watched a guy that looked like me
and laughed as I spilt coffee
down the front of my new jeans
So tell Bill Gates I'm doing well
and virtually it's a spell
of never ending living
in dimension, and in time
the virtual me, that I can see
could easily have him round for tea
while virtualy I'm the one
who's counting every dime.
Charles M. Moore
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