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He descended for a fleeting moment to taste fame and some strife
Although short, he did his work by living the THUG life
But don't be misled by THUG 'cause it speaks of an acronym
The Highest Under God; he understood the assignment and that it came from him
June 1 6 7 1 was the day
A poet erudite entered this realm with much to say
With the Sun in Gemini
Mercurial attributes flying high
Was he good? Was he bad?
Was he happy? Was he sad?
Many debate this and many debate that
A polarizing figure for sure and that's a fact
So much passion and fire spewed from his soul
He burned down the status quo so his truth could be told
Not fearful and not particularly a stranger to drama
Despite So Many Tears, he never had to question the love from Dear Mama
Formerly the Philadelphia
Electric Company,
I wholeheartedly acclaim
founded in 1881, and
incorporated in 1929,
thence acronym
(PECO) byname
viz this recipient
as longtime customer,
I herewith favorably deliver
unstinting praise, and exclaim
my biased opinion,
sans rewardable, reputable,
and reliable utility
earned local fame
sparring fairly, and
became linkedin
with Exelon
Corporation in 2000,
asper heated
competitive rain dear game,
and if said
Power full provisioner
piping natural
gas (for profit)
analogously personified,
would be
accorded title grandame
forever abiding, deserving,
and enduring
of benevolence
however lame
such a comparison
would acquire
(from me - Matthew
Scott Harris by name)
cuz steadfast
commendable, laudable,
and reliable
quality performance,
this idea overcame
mine haphazard ferreting
for a sedulous industry,
and poetic material
(today October 27th, 2018)
rather brisk temperature
(40+ degrees Fahrenheit),
warranting this overtame
"polar bear club
member" wannabe to proclaim
unavowed, unbridled,
and unwedded warm
noble bliss oblige toward
valuable commercial entity,
which positiveness
I can only reframe
so many ways, asper basking,
experiencing, and indulging
(albeit with moderation) tame
ming (actually bring
to an abrupt halt)
my fleeting fling
to bare the raw cold,
no matter this
indentured knight
in teeth chattering armor,
doth newt cease shivering.
On coining an acronym for the neologism 'occult microaggresion'
'OM' is right,
But might get the Buddhists backs up....
OMA, WTAF? What about OMA?
Its German for granny, but I've no objection to teutonic geriatrics,
Unless they take hat tricks;
They can be surprisingly elastic -
Vorsprung durch plastic!
What's that you say, too bombastic?
I'll curtail the doggerel,
With a couple of matchsticks,
That used to work on the beatniks,
Although, Ginsberg could be slippery
When incensed by casual vivipiary,
'I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by....
Sticklebricks' (sic).
It's such a minefield, this identity real politik;
As Trotsky said to Stalin:
'Josef Besarionis Jughashvili,
the proletariat can be real pricks',
And, as the Stranglers pointed out,
One of them finished him off with an ice pick!
But, as Galileo observed,
Maybe that's just the fate in store for bigoted denizens
Of this rotund and heliocentric
Planet; 'eppur si muove' he muttered,
And, although a trifle bucolic,
It seems a fitting epitaph for the Pisan melanancholic.
I apologise for this diatribe didactic,
The current pandemic has rendered me
in urgent need of a linguistic immunoelectrophoretic
LORD'S PRAYER
Life’s flailing hope falters in awhile, losing its flickering lights
On the spots of so many catastrophes and evil strife,
Roaring thunder, lightning or storm may surge to strike; but
Daily prayers are palisades surrounding all whisperers, who by heart recite.
Strong shelters to comfort with limitless strength in towering delight.
Pray without ceasing, giving thanks in all circumstances -says 1 Thessalonians,
Remember the best prayer taught by our Good Lord Jesus Christ;
Always praise Him with thanksgiving, knock humbly His Sacred Heart,
Yearn omnipresent protection of God , His saving grace… guidance.
Express earnest desire for the Holy Spirit to dwell in us.
Run to “our Father in Heaven”, trust Him in the midst of trials.
Sept. 15,2021
11.24pm
-not for a contest/just wrote a poem for the acronym of my initials
I am the master of bedevil, the salt upon the meat
I am the cognitive in the incognito who can convincingly repeat
Each mood, each move, each song to be replete
With authenticity, synchronicity, electricity and beat
I am the master of presentation with the prowess of display
I am the rendition in the music, the soul, the core to portray
Perfection that is flawless and chilling its tone and color takeaway
Each beam of the spotlight so my listeners are carried away
I am the acronym of pop performance, a legend here to stay
I am the “Devil of Beguiling Sway”!
January 17, 2021
Completely Your Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
He said "put me in jail"
I want to go to gaol
I am homeless
And harmattan makes me ail
I don't think of many troubles
Than others of me out there of miserables
Harmattan will soon be gone
But that doesn't fill the gap
At present has made lips chap
Don't be so gape
Such is its effect woebegone
But still have got to hold my brawn
Help me
Harbour me
Trace to peace
For humanity's grace
You are our friends
Don't treat me a stranger in disguise
I sought for safety
But am in disdain
Discovering my properties are missing
I thought I was welcome with alacrity
While asleep thirsty
Your acts bind people's adverse chain
There is a popular myth
That the word
Originated as an acronym for 'ship high in transit'
A supposed nautical phrase pith
But its origin is untrue to be a truth
More older past ages to treat
There are trustworthy officers
Many then have service zeal
They all aim the world heal
Far away from the abusers
But while they abused their lagacies
Make atrocities enjoy no justifiable appeal
The zoo’s a peep show for kids —
excoriation from the
Society for Indecency to Naked Animals.
Bare chested is fine
but clothe their behinds.
The tailors stay busy
snipping and sewing
animal clothing.
A Buck Henry Hoax,
not too kind to Mr. Ed,
for the jowls of his butt
are looking red
and rather put out.
The sin-na shouts
at Jackie O
to dress her horse
and air-drops shorts
to cover unmentionables
on pornographic farms.
A group started for laughs
but many joined the cause…
P.E.T.A.’s cousin perhaps —
afterall, wearing fur’s a sin-na!
6/4/2019
The acronym S.I.N.A. Was pronounced “sin-na”
Whatever happens when days counted as weeks?
And years counted as astrological countdowns
What ever happened to disco rap battling drums?
On streets filled graffiti and sand castles
Whatever happens to shoes with no laces?
And bras with no straps
Backpack ladybugs with taps
Bell bottoms Montreal
Sweden Russia Columbia streets
Backward aimed down guns strictly meant for
Cisco band operative thieves
Whatever happens to justice stringing down a cubical wall?
Hanged down gavels London has fall
Lint brushed suits and gated Citadels
Bells ring time church broken pulpits spill
What ever happened to make up brushing Mack trucks?
Highway in France
Long stroking discipline Chinese to Japan
Whatever happened to words screaming off a page?
Sandy still beat breathing cells covered backward again
What happened to life metaphoric acronym?
Made fun of stage left to mend
Jokes to tell anchors to sail
What happened to the decrease in operating jail to sale?
What happened man made fictional crap
Backsliding genocide and presidents’ mysteriously vanish
What happened is told with a story that has no end?
Stopped up water turned brown cased in a sprite river bend
What happened what happened if the time was not set?
It will be broken and told to lie up a case with no Chef
No knife no swords
The word would not be told
What happen to happen?
Happen has caught a cold!
Love that character!
Told it like it was with no barrier.
Called people names when they deserved
a well-deserved acronym.
A detective, he was referred to then,
It was not a PC sin.
Not likto or~be called a low life or a
pig today.
Just shot dead, like pigeons of clay.
Terrified to shoot evil men dead.
But, of course the PC crowd, as ever,
Cheers!
Having lost their heads.Too many beers?
Today a policeman is a little boy with
a weak weapon in a teeny car.
He's watched by the PC idiots in any
move he makes and so....
Criminals run US cities, they murder,rape
and are on the take.
Never would happen if Dirty Harry were
here.
The ignominy of American Movie Classics,
to remove Dirty Harry's best lines.
Whilst the innocent Americans are shot dead
daily.
Ya, thanks, media you lost your heads and
scoured our brains, that now read both
....vacuous and empty.
Your heroes are the scumbags in Congress;
plain lawless and high paid as can be!
Ruining the Constitution with impunity.
They don't have the courage of Dirty
Harry!
They are plain thieves with no guns,
Who take our money and our basic
freedoms with zero integrity, having
great fun.
Sadly, giving all money Americans earn,
to all all whether born here or not,
Shouting......
"Sure come on in from every nation- the
iron is hot! Take all we've got!"
Some Americans do think our country is an
endless honey pot!
Till one day, our children and we will live in
~a country and a place that time forgot!
5/24/2019
9am PST
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Why do I write poetry?
It is something that helps me relax, like painting and cartooning.
Most of what I have written probably isn’t poetry at all
Just really short short short stories
When people ask for a specific type of poem I look it up
I can do a few things without researching them now
Ninette, nonette and sonnet are easy for me.
I do check the syllable count with howmanysyllables.com
Tanka I always have to look up, and it makes me feel silly.
Because it is only five lines. Why can’t I remember it?
Quintain and English quintain and quatrain are something I have to research.
I can do personalization, acronym and rhyme without research.
Free verse and light verse are easy.
Sometimes I know it is a narrative, not a poem at all.
A list poem is fun. I like doing them.
An abecedarian poem is a kick; it keeps my writing fresh.
Rhyme Royal I always have to look up. That’s okay.
Sometimes it is worth the research to create something new.