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I WOULD ONCE AGAIN LIKE TO THANK THE READERSHIP; FOR TAKING ME TO A NEW DAY HIGH OF 107 VIEWS. (Google.com: Soule, Lewiston, Maine for more on line web presence.)

30 May

You, are keeping me alive and send an adrenaline rush through me. Once, again you the readership humble this old man.

All, you need to be happy: is a safe place to sleep, meal a day and your health for all else is extra.

BLAST FROM THE PAST: They say that crying is good for the Soul. “WHEN DID YOU; LAST, HAVE A GOOD CRY ?”

30 May

“I awoke in a deep crying; this morning.

My face scrounged; as, if being pressed together from bottom to top and where your whipping of your tear covered eyes; coated, your hands as you whipped your face.  Your naval passages become partially blocked with your throat becoming constricted and the muscles under your chin become so strained what you can feel your stomach tensing.

It was after a dream in color; where I was driving; my old 1964 Ford F-650 Truck of 24 foot in length; and, I had just drove through, two (2) buildings with debris floating by the closed windows of the cab (Driving compartment) and down a farm pasture; swerving, to miss objects with loss truck breaks and coming to rest; due, to a hill incline.

I then awoke with my pillow damp.

The tears kept coming; for at lease a half hour or more and an old song playing by John Lennon; with lyric of, “Brotherhood of man.”  brought me once again to tears after just getting under control.  All this at three-thirty – 3:30 am.

The whole episode could have been brought on by events in my life, events around me as well as the long winter, now rain, my life struggle’s to be Mayor of Lewiston, Maine or my 12-17-12 court case and Acquittal at Androscoggin Maine Superior Court; or, watching the Boston Booming Trial?

(We will not; issue the death penalty.  But will show the world our, “Marcy” by issuing a “life sentence” due to the influence on the younger Mr. Tsaranaev; mentally, by his older brother.)

It maybe; that I am growing older with all its problems; arthritis, heart palpitations, memory recall not as sharp, or, that watching the American society disintegrate; which; brings on my irritability and lashing out at people and friends.

And, still my eyes water, throat tightens and breathing is labored as I wrote this and now type it.

I must admit, I do not know; if at going on sixty-four years of age; if I have lost the stamina to do the job and become the peculiar old man written about in books or seen on the streets of any town.

“HOPE SUMMER ARRIVES SOON.”

E-MAIL, FACEBOOK AND PRINT AT WILL.

Mr. Soule’s, paddling lesson’s. Click, on anything red.

20 May

All I can say for myself is; that, I was a miss understood matriculating student.

If, you have ever been to the Auburn Community Little Theater in Auburn Maine; you come upon a remnant part of the old Edward Little High School and Central School that has been turned into a part structure of of an entire building. That being the community theater.

At one time the building situated on the corner of Academy Street and So. Main Street; Auburn, Maine was a Basement class first floor class, second floor classed brick school structure with a gymnasium with perhaps a 100 seat staged auditorium.

To my reculation it was a Spring day and I was on a recess in a field at Moulton Field Park which abutted the Central School where I was attending in the year of our Lord; 1967.

If you know anything about Moulton Field Park than you may realize that there is a steep embankment that abuts the old Central School; the, renamed old Edward Little High School which occurred after the completion of the newly constructed New Edward Little high School at Auburn Heights; situated at a location atop of Court Street, on Goff Hill in Auburn, Maine.

I do not fully recall that the problem was; but, I had done something that had got me in big trouble with a recess teacher on the playground in Moulton Field Park.

Somehow, I had been called a liar perhaps by a fellow student or a teacher and I hate being called a liar when I was telling the truth. But, who ever had did it incurred my wrath and it had been noted by the Central School Principal a right Honorable Mr. Logan who was at the top of the embankment and was watching from on high as the embankment was about fifty (50) feet above Moulton Field Park.

He, with a loud voice instructed me to come to him at once; so, as I was in a state of high emotions and not realizing that he wanted me to use the same path that I had gotten to the field by.

Not wanting to delay I darted up the fifty (50) foot embankment with a bust of speed that I now looking back at; at, the age of 64 years old I am amazed that I would under take this rough. At one point I doubled stepped or spun out about two-thirds the way up; and, the teacher and Mr. Logan were alarmed; as, as I could hear them utter concern that I might tumble back to the bottom of the embankment and severely hurt myself. But, with the grace of god; I recovered at make the trek to be standing beside the Principal Mr. Logan who I admired as he was an orator of reading for he had read the poem, “The Raven” by Edgar Allen Poe with such invigoration to the class that I to; to, this day think he was one orator what encouraged me to be the best orator or speaker in front of an audience that I could be.

Well, that which it may be; did not spare me from a trip to the Principal’s Office for a Paddling that I deserved and a lesson of, “Spare the Rod; spoil the Child.”

To Mr.Logan, you are missed and now much appreciated.

POEM TO TEACHERS: “GAVELLED AGAIN” The Political re-education of Mr. Charles Arthur Soule’. Click, on anything red.

3 May

He was the only guy; I know, that had been gavelled through and through; as, if he had no feelings or a right to speak; in their Democracy.

And, again last night ( 9/06/2016) at the Lewiston City Council Meeting; for, asking a question; as to, if the United States National Parks Service, 1849 C. Street NW, Washington, DC 20240 had approved the swap of property for the Building of the New k-1 thru K-8 School to the Lewiston, Maine City Council’s appointed School Board Representative Member, Ward-5’s;  mrs. kristine cloutier…..she did not answer his question…But,  he was GAVEL;  and, is that not the purpose of the city council meeting but for; to, answer the taxpayers and citizens question on the City of Lewiston, Maine ?

For, the property the City of Lewiston, Maine needs is governed by a clause by the National Parks Service that this property can only be used for a recreational field; and, that means the Spring” Yes vote” on the New big school by the residences of the City of Lewiston, Maine is void; should, the National Parks Service say “NO”.

Should the National Parks Service say ‘YES”; it, would lead to a setting of precedence for all other National Communities to request a variance from the United States National Parks Service Policies; thus, unleashing a can of worms.

He had been gavel by the right; Democratic, Lewiston, Maine Mayor GILBERT; as, if he had no feeling or a right to speak in their Democracy.

He had been gavel by the left; Republican, Lewiston, Maine Mayor Robert MACDONALD; as if he had no feeling (twice) or a right to speak in their Democracy.

He has been gaveled by the Independent; Lewiston, Maine; Lewiston School Board; which was no party; as, if he had no feeling or right to speak; for proposing, a different educational idea that small school in neighborhood were better; and, asking for them to reconsider their vote of the Orwellian Big 950 student Lewiston, Maine School for k through k-8 children; which, went contrary to the educator superintendent; thinking.

But, was not that the idea; that, was the responsibility of the Lewiston, Maine educational school board to foster.

But, when he fathered an idea in opposition to their teachings; and, fostered new thought; he was gavel; as, if he had no feelings; gavel, ruled out of order and asked to leave the meeting; less, the police be called.

Standing fast to his idea, non-educational intimidation was used; and, he departed as if he had no feelings or a right to speak in their Democracy.

He was the only guy, I knew that had been graveled; as, if he had no feelings by Lewiston, Maine’s Democratic, Republican Band from the Lewiston Library ( for stating that Lewiston, Maine people were being displaced by foreign unqualified Librarians and city workers) and Educational Political Re-educator’s; who, could not grasp his idea;  “when it was time to learn from its past students”.   Though it was he, their educated once child; stepping out to political educational manhood and shared Lewiston, Maine’s taught wisdom.

Respectfully, Mr. Charles A. Soule;  onlinewebfire@yahoo.com    I accept hate mail too.

Spring is in the air; it, is all around you. Poem: ” WHAT I DESIRE OF MY NEXT EASED LOVER… “

14 Apr

To; be gently picked up like a leaf and caressed; by a lonely passing breeze; and, then held in its warm vortex midst; for quite sometime; if, not for life and then laid free on a hand to mouth kissed; breeze.

For, this is what; I desire of my next eased lover; and, pray the gods of warm breeze’s; for this deed; if, just for one more time before my breast breathed winds; depart me.

WWW.ONLINEWEBFIRE.WORDPRESS.COM

Poem: ” WHAT I DESIRE OF MY NEXT EASED LOVER… “ — soule2017mayor: Lewiston / Auburn News Rebuttal

14 Apr

To; be gently picked up like a leaf and carest; by a lonely passing breeze; and, then held in its warm vortex midst; for quite sometime; if, not for life and then laid free on a hand to mouth kiss… Source: Poem: ” WHAT I DESIRE OF MY NEXT EASED LOVER… “

via Poem: ” WHAT I DESIRE OF MY NEXT EASED LOVER… “ — soule2017mayor: Lewiston / Auburn News Rebuttal

POEM: FOR; I SHALL FALL A SLEEP.

25 Mar

For, I shall fall a sleep on a rime ; I learn at three (3) and that will be the end of me.

For, I shall be set free; to dance with thee.

” I went walking through the forest one day in early spring and turned around and was the cutest thing; two Teddy bears, were holding hands and dancing all about.

I froze in place not wanting to move all about.

When, one wondering eye saw me and they scurried all about; forgetting, they had been fishing and left me three large trout.