children of tomorrow
in a kamikaze world.


The pour of unborn stars

unborn stars wait
for the night sky to open
this holding of time
in the mauve of night
like irises promenading
in an indigenous cosmogony
Selene tiptoes in
crowning the darkness
her primitive light
in a brooding ebon sky
novae fusion flames
an astral explosion
like an epiphany rush
in the inception of galaxies
the universe releases
its very own verse
an anemone oracle.

For that one dream

eyes wedded to love in night's solstice
as mòonligt pours its silver glow
souls take a rebirth in love's rite
nourishing a rainbow's breath
where peace holds the heart
weeping tender
praying for 
that one


arithematics of war
casualties raise number bar
genocide of the people
humanity becomes a cripple
peace encrypted
brutality depicted
annihilation decoded
political aphorism encoded
civilians under siege
chemicals, incendiary besiege
wide-eyed watching the offense
civilization without defense
splintered battered conflict
generations ruined, pyrrhic afflict
if there was hell on earth
one must see Syria's hearth.


Incarnadine rush

I freefall into magnolia dreams
Feeling the rush of incarnadine.
Turning daydreams into lines
Erasing the doubt that defines.
Hueing the birth of poetry 
As syllables snuggle this coterie.
I catch broken pieces of my poem
Freeing from  angst of my roam.
Stars word-play in my ear
Lunar rhythms lumiere.
I spell musical sounds of my words
Push touch ivory of notes curved.
I walk into a library of heartstrings
Pull out a diary to see what memories bring.
I blink into a life that has bruised me
Finding solace in my strength's beauty.


In mellow of eventide
Night scatters aural
I meander in moonlight's breath
Time is undefined in the night
A delirious escape
From day's restless spree.

Moonbeams fragile rays
Wrap my hair in silken gauze
Jewelled stars begin to gleam
Soaking my breath in amber scents
Clouds cradle darkness
As shadows bend and dim
Unraveling Wyrd
Under a mildewed marquee
Where reveries bequeath 
Velvet hope.

An emblazoned wind
Spins aural
Runes quiver..

A poetic conversation with Charlie https://charliezero1.wordpress.com/

Rhyming conversation with Charlie Zero The Poet

Me: charlie, do you ride a Harley?
Charlie: No, I don't ride a Harley, why?

Me: No, I was just rhyming you..

Charlie: No, I don't ride a Harley, why?
Charlie: If I do, I'll play some Bob Marley.
Me: I'll get you a bowl of barley.
Charlie: With the voice of Paul McCartney.
Me: And scren presence of Ben Kingsley.
Charlie: Whose fears nest in the eyes of John Hinckley.
Me: John's forehead going all crinkly.
Charlie: Through his dark featherless soul shines wrinkly.
Me: Tiptoeing out of his body nimbly.
Charlie: A curse upon his karma, simply.
Me: No Nirvana, clearly.
Charlie: I agree with the utmost breathless sincerely.
Me: you believe in this quite dearly, Charlie....

Bless you, Charlie.