A Life in Words

I am a poet with strong political and social views. I write my life, I sing my love, I live in verse. Read me and know me.Be my hero and check out my Patreon http://www.patreon.com/CharlemagneRose

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As I Softly Rest...

My love…

Sweet Love…

‘Tis love I find, 

...as I softly rest

When you kiss, kiss deeply

When you love, love truly

When I die, don’t see me

Lay myself upon your bed

Lay my gun upon my head

I can sleep with you instead…

        ...as I softly rest

Charlemagne Rose Calabrese

[insearchofeldorado]

The summer before my daughter passed we were outside one day, and a dragonfly landed on my shoe. My daughter was usually terrified of most insects, but I don't think she had ever seen a dragonfly up close, and she was fascinated with it. It ended up landing on her arm. I was sure this was the end for her, but she giggled as it walked on her skin. It flew off after a few seconds. It was a fleeting, chance encounter. It was life, slipping through our hands, seconds counting down, and I never knew it.

This dragonfly is from our new home, the home Amélie never got to see. There are so many dragonflies here in the summer that we have named it Dragonfly Hollow, like we're some rich family. She would have loved all of that.

It's been five years today. It's the bad time of the year, but the sun is coming back slowly. Today is the last in a long line of hard days for me each winter, and the sun is coming back slowly. It always does, and brings summer and dragonflies. Have faith in love, and love those you have when you have them.

Friends, as Amanda McBroom wrote and Bette Midler sang,

"When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long

And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows

Lies the seed, that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose"

With love,

Charlemagne Rose Calabrese

[charlemagnerose]

#Repost @charlemagnerosepoetry ・・・ Bereaved, parent

I miss you, I do But today is as much about me As you Yeah, I know it’s a bit selfish Taking a day Yeah, just to wallow in it But it’s the day I most regret That makes me only feel worse I’ll cry today more Than I cry other days But I do cry. Every. Day. Sad forever, I said it I meant it It’s true I’ll be sad forever Without you And today I will live in it I’ll have guilt and self pity In equal share Please indulge me And don’t judge me You haven’t been there

Charlemagne Rose Calabrese

#poetry #poetrywriter #poem #poetrycommunity #bereavedparents #grief (at Greenfield, Maine) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7x8RZBHCz4/?igshid=8oua0is9v5yv

[insearchofeldorado]

Fire, Ice

A world split by money

And greed

Hate and disdain

Grow like a weed

Is it too much?

DO butterflies remember being ina cocoon

Is change the same as birth

Screaming

A new year reborn

Charlemagne Rose Calabrese

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Implied or Understood

These people don’t have a viewpoint [to me]

Only an image they think that they see

But they've never known a thing

That wasn't told to them

Introspection

A new old idea

Is a puzzle to those with no reflection

Charlemagne Rose Calabrese

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Pain

Read receipts

Strangers 

Friends

Visitors 

Attention

Inattention

News

Staring 

Facebook

Phone calls

Voicemail

Most days

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Regrets

You weren't invited

But you came anyway

It's all just so typical

When I sent you away

Time spent foolishly

Can't get it back now

Mistakes made again

I don't understand how

I've collected regrets 

Lessons never learned

Pleasures never known

And pains never earned

Learn to love sad times

There won't be anymore

Like my memories and

The smile that you wore

I'm never whole now

Something always missing

Past mistakes fill in

With the pain of reminiscing

We march on again

With feast days and tears

Celebrate your memory

And mark longing in years

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New post on patreon

October Updates! | Charlemagne Rose on Patreon

Official Post from Charlemagne Rose:  It’s october!Spooky-Spoopy month is here friends!!It’s time to thank my very first Patron, Maria Lee.

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I've started a Patreon page to solicit funds and support for my writing. I would live it if people checked it out of course. Posting this is hard for me for mental health reasons, but I was told today that I am bold online. I don't exactly see it but maybe I can be bolder, so this is me boldly asking for support. http://www.patreon.com/CharlemagneRose

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My Fellow Earthicans,

I say to you,

Fields of wild - 

flowers

And food to feed us all

no mowing needed when bees buzz buzz buzz

Making honey and saving the world

Feeding us all

Imagine, no more tracts of greenius uninterruptus

Your garden of eden

place a sign out front that says “This machine kills corporate farms!”

and wouldn’t the dead be better off below a reclaimed forest

Or apple 

orchard?

It is the circle of life, but no bison graze 

On our grave graves

How can solace be found 

On such hollow         hallowed ground

Oh vanity and hubris to shake from the earth herself

A back 9,     and a front 9,    

and tennis courts, and 

Who need s a man made pond or any other waterfeature??

Farms? no, Gardens? no, Forests? No! It’s,

“Timber!” then “Fore!”

ARE trees to hunt really SPORT

...

The earth is not ours as a slave

Bent to our will

we inhabit with others

Animals, plants, all earthlings together

What gives us the right to take so much space for ourselves? What do we do to our own mother? The giving, tree of life, has no more to give, and we are lighting our home on FIRE!!@!

REJECT THE NORM. RIP UP YOUR GREEN SPACES AND PLANT FORESTS AND GARDENS INSTEAD!!!!!

Charlemagne Rose Calabrese

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Thanks for not noticing me

When I was young

I tried to be colorful and loud

Heard and seen by everyone

But that got beat out of me

And I’ve spent most of my life

trying to be small, silent, passed over, forgotten

 i want to take up as little space as possible

Just pass me by

Thanks for not noticing me

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Thank You All

Welcome Friends,

I am feeling more myself in the last few days. It seems the thing I needed was a little push that came with making the decision to GET BACK TO WORK!! I did. I really did. I am writing and about to set up the site for a movie project. I have penned (lies, I typed) a few poems, Including a very steamy, personal one about sex and desire. It’s called “Ds.” if that gives you any clues. I’ll be releasing that as a Patron exclusive right off, so watch out for that hotness!

I want to take this time to personally thank a few people for a few things. I have Avoidant Personality Disorder and part of that condition of being convinces me that people never actually like me, are being untruthful with me, and think negatively about me. It also makes me unable to handle rejection. I don’t mean like a pushy guy at the bar, I take that rejection as a personal confirmation that no one really likes me, they think I’m shit, etc. Now, I have wanted to be a writer almost as long as I can remember. Over my life a few people have liked my writing. I have never trusted or believed them. I couldn’t. I hated myself, and had almost no self esteem. I had no one working to fix that, including myself. I had to write. I couldn’t not. So I submitted some and got rejected and that was it. I was done. I tried to share it online in various ways. Not much success. In the last few months that has changed. Not anything astounding, but enough that thanks to a few people and their long suffering support of me and my art and abilities that yesterday I thought of myself, and truly felt and believed enough to call myself a writer out loud. 

I was in tears because I had read the words of a reader of my work, shown to me by my social media manager and life partner/entire universe (who has gotten this all happening for me). This only days after my first and only Patron agreed to actually pay me to help me keep producing art. I finally believe in myself, in my art. 

I have only one goal in my art, to connect with others. I want someone to read my words and feel my emotions and feel their own in response and lets have a conversation that way. I want to make you feel and think and understand my feelings, thoughts and views. I want you to see how the world makes me feel; be it about my mental health, gender identity, or body issues. Once others know and they understand, hearts and minds change. I want to have an effect on this world. I did that. I am doing that, with art. I am a writer. Thank all of you who have ever or will ever read my work. Thank you to anyone who ever has or will complement or critique my work. Thank you to anyone willing to support me and my art monetarily or in any way.

There are lots of good, exciting things coming this week, Including Fresh Friday, a day where I always premier a fresh new poem or other work. Keep checking in for Queer Protest Art!

Peace, Power, Love,

Charli

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Big goings ons

I have a social media manager now, but I'm still doing the tumblr myself. You can view my work and interact with my fan community (that can't be right) on Facebook

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Glitter bomb. 

Is the pain on my face as obvious as my lipstick? 

Does it make me shine or does it make me  look sick?

I want to just be free

Where you can't see

alone with my loves

And our little doves

Your hetero normality gives us such stress

When you call us and our lives such mess

I need to hide my face

Or just have to erase

My identity for you

That's what you do

Can you look in the mirror and be happy?

Or is your suburban life too fucking crappy?

You box us in

And call it sin

For trying life

At such a price

Charlemagne Rose Calabrese

[insearchofeldorado]

I've started a Patreon page to solicit funds and support for my writing. I would live it if people checked it out of course. Posting this is hard for me for mental health reasons, but I was told today that I am bold online. I don't exactly see it but maybe I can be bolder, so this is me boldly asking for support. http://www.patreon.com/CharlemagneRose