Matthew Harris Poet Free verse

Free Will Hath Limitations

(following on figurative heals 
   sans, l'amour, 
i.e.,and that bastard conception 
   of life, liberty, and the
pursuit by George - Marshall ling, Grant 
   ting, and Bing Frank.)

Expectant motherhood generates aurorean
sonogram x-ray zooms 
   bringing developed fetus 
   healthily shimmering viz, 
   quasi hologram seen
glowing halo, inducing 
   jubilant kickstarter lil bean, 
administering capitalone 

   earthlinked joyful lyft, 
   natural pheromone readying cerulean
tommorrows, venerated ecstacy doth gleam
zinging bounteous 
   dizzying feelings hormones houseclean
jackanapes leviathon nestling 
   pinterestinly interocean
reaching terminus vista 

   xing zee birth canal mien
doctor readies Fallopian tube cutting 
   helping jiggle little nymphean
possibly ranking... 
   as future topnotch venerated Olympian 
fast forward to joyful loving neuro
   logically plain resplendent teen
knee weeny tiny 

   vaunted expanding zing 
   baby dripping Vasoline
like goo fully gesticulating 
   happy jolly newborn.
Which miracle whipped 
   purely by chance
given reason to the most orthodox 
   to sing and dance,

sans said singular biological 
   phenomenon does enhance
freshly minted parents, 
   or the mommas 
   and papas genetic 
   copy wrought grants
who already passed along 
   to a brood of offspring
 
   gushing with excitement 
   akin to fire hydrants
spewing forth fountain head 
   treasuring such Kodak moment, 
   cuz such instance
and subsequent tender 
   wonderful blessed 
   Instamatic reverent cherished instants

will zip at greased lightening
   via speeding hurled lance
sing remembrance of things past 
   during twilight years, 
   an eye blink those yesterdays, 
   when my troubles seemed so far away
   and upon being centenarian, 
   doddering fogie gripping hold,

   hugging intensely, indubitably decrying
   how quickly of 
   decades long ex pants
   didst elapse, when tendering
   to a coliciky, finicky, 
   inscrutably lemony snickety offspring
   wishing infant would grow up already, 
   now onset of autonomy 

   Das Agean sea sunned 
   father or mother 
   hood doth rants
at father time, he doth access
   without a word an excel lent 
   power point demonstration 
   with near vertical line brevity
   of how mortality slants.

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